by Mia Sosa
“I can still get some work done. Besides, I didn’t let anyone know I’d be gone this long.”
He rubbed the back of his head. “Right. I’m sorry I screwed up your day.”
“You didn’t screw up my day. Far from it.” She grabbed her purse off the sofa table. “We’ll have to reschedule the practice run for the video.”
“Mimi.”
“Yeah?”
“Stay. I’d like you to.”
“Why?”
“Because for the first time in…because you helped me get through the day. And I just don’t want you to leave.”
Staying would complicate their situation, but leaving didn’t seem like a viable option. She set her purse back down. The room compressed her on all sides, leaving a narrow opening that led straight to him. “I don’t want to leave, either.”
He patted the sofa cushion. “Then come back here.”
She sat next to him and settled her hands together between her knees. Though she made no outward movements, inside she was a jumbled mess. Nervous energy circled around her belly as though someone were beating it with a whisk.
She wanted the right to touch him, but she didn’t know how to make that happen. Never before had she felt this out of touch with her own power to seduce a man. She’d followed the script many times: a breathy laugh here and a seductive wink there. None of it seemed right under the circumstances. Talking, though. That she could handle.
She turned to him and flicked her hair away from her face. “You made fun of my Spanish accent earlier, and I realized I haven’t heard you speak it much. Tell me something.”
He didn’t answer her immediately, their breathing the only sound in the room. Then he faced her. “Quiero que seas mio.”
“What does that mean?”
“I want you to be mine.”
She could pretend that he was merely translating the words for her, but she knew differently. She saw it in the intensity of his gaze. In the way his eyes focused on every part of her face and ultimately rested on her mouth. He was telling her what he wanted her to know.
He’d shared the deepest part of himself with her today, telling her things he’d never told anyone else. He hadn’t cared about appearing perfect in her eyes. He’d just been real. She didn’t know how to describe their relationship, but if this is what she could expect from being his, she wanted it—for as long as she could have it.
She bit the corner of her lip, realized what she was doing, and relaxed her mouth. “How would one respond to that? How do you say, ‘I want to be yours’ in Spanish?”
“Quiero ser tuya.”
He was so wonderfully male. With his hair in disarray, his eyes puffy, and his stubble more pronounced than just two hours ago, he looked sexier to her than she’d thought possible. This was the man she ached for. The man underneath the slick exterior and practiced charm. And this man wanted her. His expression, at once languid and intense, broadcast his desire like the brightest of billboards.
She climbed into his lap and faced him on the couch, her knees pressed against his hips.
She stroked his cheek, imagining how the hair on his jawline would feel against her thighs. “Quiero ser tuya.”
He placed his hands on her waist and squeezed. His voice was rough when he responded, “Say it again.”
Before she said anything, he closed his eyes, as though he wanted to focus on the words and nothing else.
She took a deep breath, readying herself to repeat the phrase with more confidence and less hesitation. Given what he’d shared with her earlier, he deserved this bit of honesty, even if it scared her to be so open with him. She leaned over to whisper the words in his ear. “Quiero ser tuya.”
He shifted, drawing her closer and grinding his body against hers. “Do you?”
That small movement set off a chain reaction in her. Her core pulsed. Her stomach contracted. Her nipples beaded. At that moment, her body wasn’t her own. Whatever he asked of her, she’d give it to him—willingly. “God, yes. I want to be yours.”
With a speed that startled her, he snaked his hand under her hair and pulled her torso toward his. “You sure?”
“Right now, very sure. But I can’t make any promises about tomorrow.”
“That’s good enough for me—for now.”
She didn’t want to think about what “for now” meant, so she trailed her fingers to the top button of her blouse.
“Not yet,” he said.
She’d always preferred sex a little rough and raw, a tug of war between two bodies thrashing, scraping, and biting, two people wrestling with each other until they both reached orgasm. Maybe it was because she didn’t have to think beyond the passion in the moment. Didn’t have to wonder what came next, because, for her, next rarely came—by design.
But Daniel’s plan involved a slower and more tortuous pace.
She dropped her hands, and he pressed his face against her chest, breathing in her scent. He opened his mouth, moving it over the outline of her breasts through the silk fabric. The pressure of his lips, the soft rub of the material against her nipples, the feel of his erection growing inside his jeans, all of it, made her anxious to touch him. She raked her fingers over his shoulders, but he redirected her hands onto her thighs. Then he sat back and watched her, a possessive gleam in his eyes. “I want to watch you unbutton your blouse for me. More slowly this time.”
Those words, the realization that she could please him by slowing down, had the effect he’d undoubtedly sought: Her core tightened under the strain of knowing that her release wouldn’t come soon. Rather than fret about it, she vowed to savor each moment before she reached her peak. She undid the buttons, drawing the process out as he’d asked. Then she trailed her fingers over her puckered nipples, her gaze never leaving his. Dropping her hands to her thighs, she left the blouse hanging open on her shoulders.
He glanced between her face and her breasts. Then he slid his hands under the fabric and undid her bra. Each time his hands touched an expanse of her skin, she burned. Burned for him. Burned for what he made her feel.
With the greatest of care, he removed her bra and blouse, placing them beside him. “You’re beautiful. I’m sure you’ve been told that a million times before, but it’s true. It’s not just your body, though. It’s you. Your personality. Your sassy mouth. The way you pretend not to care about anyone and yet fret about everyone, including me.”
“I’ve got nice tits, too, right?”
“And it’s that,” he said as caressed her cheek. “The way you fight so hard not to feel anything. It makes me want to consume you, to get closer to you than anyone else, so I can force you to admit that you care. I know you care.”
She didn’t just hear the intensity of his voice, she felt it, too. Thick with emotion, it wrapped itself around her, his words settling into the one place she’d kept hidden from other men: her heart. Over time, he’d bared himself to her, making himself vulnerable along the way. And all he’d asked for in return was a chance. Pretending she didn’t care was no longer possible. “Of course I care. It’s why I’m here.”
“But in the morning, you’ll call it a mistake, or an aberration. Something not to be repeated.”
She felt more exposed now than she did seconds ago. Still, she resisted the urge to throw her blouse back on. “What is this, Daniel? What do you want me to say?”
“I don’t want you to say anything. I just want you to leave yourself open to me. Let me in.”
She didn’t want to think about tomorrow. Doing so would mean she’d have to acknowledge the potential consequences of being with him. She opened her mouth to tell him just that, but she made the mistake of returning his stare and all she could think about was having him inside her.
Eyes still focused on his, she reached down and flicked open the button of his jeans. With a smile, she tugged on his zipper and then worked her hand inside his underwear. She sucked in a breath, overcome by the feel of him, his warmth, his girth, the smoothn
ess of his cock in her grip.
She could lose herself in his brown eyes, in the pleasure she saw there.
He closed his hand over hers, guiding her to stroke him. Faster. Tighter. “You’re trying to distract me.”
“Is it working?”
“Hell yes, it’s working.”
The strain in his features confirmed his words. Without any warning, he grabbed her ass and rose from the sofa. “Wrap your legs around me. We’re going upstairs.”
She released his cock, cuddled into him, and held on for the ride. “What are you going to do to me there?”
“Fuck you senseless.”
Yes, please.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Daniel hadn’t been joking; he did indeed intend to fuck Mimi senseless. But first he had a few memories to make. She was going to push him away in the morning, so he needed to relish every minute she spent in his arms.
Once they reached his bedroom, she slid down his body and stood before him. He dropped to his knees and helped her slip off her slacks and panties, his hands kneading her ass and hips as he did so.
“You’re beautiful here, too,” he whispered as he brushed his fingers against her center. “I love it bare like this.”
When he looked up, her smiling face greeted him.
“Such a flatterer,” she said.
“Get on the bed, Mimi.”
She twisted her body and took in her surroundings before sliding backward onto the bed. He didn’t join her. Not yet. Instead, he walked to the right side of the bed. “Lie down.”
She did as he asked. For a few seconds, he enjoyed the sight of her complying with his instructions without protest. When it came to Mimi, that phenomenon rarely occurred. And he liked that about her.
Although her mouth wasn’t moving, her body certainly was. As he scanned every inch of her, she squirmed, her breasts jiggling in a perfect reenactment of his wettest dream. She carried those pert tits really well. And her slim waist and soft hips completed the ensemble, his very own violin to play with all night.
She licked her lips, drawing his gaze to them. Tense with need, he shucked off his jeans and boxer briefs in seconds, climbed onto the bed, and kneeled by her face. Stroking his dick in slow succession, he stared at her lovely mouth. “I want to feel your lips around my cock. Will you do that?”
She moaned, turned on her side, and parted her lips in answer. He guided himself into her mouth and nearly came right then. Then she slid her arm through his thighs and grabbed his ass for balance.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
He pumped his dick into her mouth, and she widened to take all of him. Por dios. The sight of her, her blond hair fanned around her face while she sucked him off, sent every nerve ending in his body to the edge. The need to touch her was just as urgent as his need to breathe.
“Put your knees up, Mimi. Open for me.”
Still sucking him, she shifted and opened her legs. He caressed her thighs and reached their apex. She was so fucking wet, and the silky feel of her on his fingers made his dick expand even more. Her eyes flew open and widened in surprise when he sank two digits into her. With a moan, she closed her eyes again and squeezed his ass, never interrupting her rhythm.
“That’s it, Mimi. It feels so fucking good.”
He twisted his fingers inside her and hooked them as he pulled out. She let go of his cock and dropped her head back. “Yes, yes, yes. Do that again.”
“You like that?”
“Yes. Please. Do it again.”
The desperation in her voice made him feel ten feet tall, but the night wouldn’t be complete until he heard the sound of her orgasm. He climbed over her and covered her with his body. “Anything you want, preciosa.” Then he kissed her, tasting himself on her tongue.
He lifted himself off her, holding himself in a plank position. “Scoot back.”
She shimmied up the bed and threw her hands above her head.
He lowered himself and slid down her body, his damp skin brushing against hers, and ultimately settled his torso between her legs, his face inches from her mound. “You want my fingers inside you again?”
“Yes.”
“What about my mouth?”
“That, too, yes.”
He slid two fingers inside her and settled his thumb over her clit. Then he covered her mound with his mouth and licked up her slit as he hooked his finger inside her.
She pressed her legs against his shoulders and lifted her ass off the bed. “Please don’t stop, Daniel. Don’t stop. Don’t.”
The way she said his name. Perfect. The way she begged for more. Insanely arousing. Her taste. He wasn’t sure he’d ever want to stop. He couldn’t wrap his head around all the ways he wanted to have her.
He quickened his pace as he slid his fingers in and out of her, and she bucked against him. Her responsiveness was such a turn-on he rubbed his cock against the mattress, mimicking the friction he’d feel when he buried himself in her. A poor substitute, he knew, but his body was on fire for her.
And she was burning for him, too. As he lapped at her, she alternated between moaning and murmuring her encouragement. “Right there, yes, right there, right there.”
For several minutes, he sucked and nipped at her, enjoying the way she writhed against his mouth.
After she let out a small cry, her legs shook around his ears, melding with the tremors going through his own body. “I’m going to come, Daniel,”
He closed his mouth over her clit and sucked her until she screamed her release.
Panting, she raised her torso off the bed and pulled him to lay flush against her. “I want you now.”
“Let me get a condom.”
She blinked several times and nodded. “Of course.”
He reached over and grabbed a condom in the top drawer of his nightstand. He’d never sheathed himself so fast. The desire to sink into her was all he could think about.
He lifted her arms above her head and guided his dick to her entrance. “I want this to be good for you. Tell me what you need, and I’ll give it to you. Okay?”
“Believe me, I’ll tell you if it isn’t good for me.”
In answer, he pushed inside her, amazed by the way she stretched to accommodate him. She gasped in his ear.
He raised his head. “You’re so fucking tight. Are you okay?”
She squeezed her eyes closed and licked her lips. “I’m okay. It feels good. Really, really good.”
He grasped one of her hands, lacing his fingers through hers, and filled her with slow strokes. She was wrapped around his cock like a tight leather glove, her hold on him firm but malleable. He couldn’t get enough of it, of her. “Look at me, Mimi.”
She opened her eyes—and closed his heart off for anyone else. This woman was his. Somehow he’d make sure of it. But she was definitely going to fight him first. And he looked forward to her inevitable defeat.
“Don’t go getting serious on me, Daniel.”
“Too late,” he said with a thrust that wrung a cry from her beautiful lips.
Then he proceeded to fuck her senseless.
* * *
Mimi awoke with the sun in her face and Daniel’s hand on her waist.
Not a bad way to greet the day.
She disentangled herself from him and padded barefoot and bare-assed to the bathroom that adjoined Daniel’s bedroom. After using the restroom, she eyed herself in the mirror and yelped. He’d marked her with whisker burns along her jaw, her neck, and her chest. Whisker burns between her thighs would have been just fine, but these were a different story. Hopefully they’d fade over the weekend.
She scanned the bathroom. Neat and tidy. Just like Daniel. On the surface, at least.
The frameless shower beckoned to her. She could picture herself under the square, shoulder-width rainfall showerhead. Oh, and the shower had three rows of side jets along the wall, one of those rows perfectly positioned for an incredibly stimulating experience. No way was she going to pass on the op
portunity to try that.
She opened the glass door, stepped in, and stared at the panel of buttons and dials. Okay, this actually made sense. The dials and buttons matched the positions and sizes of the showerhead and jets. After flicking a few buttons, a cascade of water fell on her head. Perfect. She smoothed back her hair and soaped herself with Daniel’s body wash. She might end up smelling like eau de man, but the pleasure of sliding her hands over her soapy skin was worth it.
She blinked her eyes and lowered the overhead shower’s pressure. Next, she fiddled with the side jets, setting them to maximum pressure and aiming one of them between her legs. The massaging jets of water pulsed against her clit. Oh, shit. Good didn’t even begin to describe the sensation.
She jumped when she heard a tap on the shower door. She turned and found Daniel standing there wearing a wicked grin and nothing else.
“Need any help?” he asked.
“No, I’m good. Your shower’s taking very good care of me.”
“You didn’t even take it out on a date. What kind of hussy do you think my shower is?”
She couldn’t help laughing. “All I did was step in and it started working on me. What can I say? Your shower’s a slut.”
He stepped back and leaned against the bathroom counter. “Don’t let me stop you. I’ll just watch.”
She braced her hands above the shower panel and let the stream of water hit her core. “Damn, this is incredible. With a shower like this, who needs a man? How much did this set you back?”
He snickered.
She looked at him over her shoulder. “You know, I could be persuaded to replace the jets with something more stimulating.”
His cock jumped at the suggestion, and he fisted it. And oh, wow, watching it lengthen and thicken went right up there as one of the most erotic sights she’d ever witnessed.
“You want me inside you?” he asked as he stroked his very thick and very long erection.
“Yes.” She spied the condom packet resting on the counter. “I see you came prepared, too.”
“Believe me, this was all about your safety.”
She raised a brow. “How so?”