by Shara Azod
“We’re not?” With any other man at any other time she would have went off on his high-handed manner. She found right now she couldn’t be bothered. She liked his brand of high handedness.
“I don’t think so, mina.”
Layla watched in fascination as his fingers lifted from the ties in question, his hands moving back, back, back until they stopped on her. Umm, she’s missed the feel of his caress. If she had known it felt so good to have his hands on her she would’ve demanded he touch her long before now, and often. She didn’t even mind his hands snaked underneath her sweats, one going north and one going south. The other customers milling around the store didn’t matter. They couldn’t see what he was doing anyway. Anyone looking would only see a very tall, built, god of a man embracing someone or something. She was completely surrounded by him.
A little whimper escaped as one hand worked its way under her bra and cupped her breast. He used two fingers to roll her nipple around, sending sharp sparks of pleasure throughout her body. Holy crap, if he kept it up she would come from that alone!
“The tie reminds me of you, Layla. The reddish orange is the exact color of a habañero chili. It’s one of the hottest peppers known to man. That’s you, mina. So damn hot.” Layla gasped as his other hand found her wet core. Hell yes, she was hot. How could she not be with a man like this tracing his finger against her seam? Why didn’t he press forward already? Tired of waiting, she did it for him, forcing his finger to slide inside her just a little. Javier responded by pinching her clit, making her jerk against him so that his finger went deeper inside her. “And the brown is milk chocolate, so sweet you just want more and more.” He added another finger, thrusting in a steady, even pace. Damn, it felt so fucking good! “Do you know what I mean, mina?”
~4~
He had to get her out of here. He couldn’t seem to stop his fingers from moving inside her though, now his other hand from playing with her full round breasts. Her skin felt so soft, so good. He needed her to come for him, needed to know he drove her to an orgasm right here. He wanted her to forget everything around her and just feel him. He was the man doing this to her, he was the man strong enough to take care of her, to make her feel good.
“Come for me, Layla. I want you to let go.” She had to be one of the most self-possessed people he knew. It had always intrigued and challenged him, but there was something more.
Layla called to him in a way no other did or could. He thought about her when he wasn’t around her. Her happiness had become more important than his own. He’d been confused by his feelings for the longest time, now he knew. He wanted this woman for his own. When he had walked into the store and saw her body poised to jump over the counter, it all clicked in his head. He hadn’t needed to see her face to know it was her. He hadn’t needed to know what had happened before he walked in; he knew her anger had been justified. And he knew he wanted to hold her tight, to make it all better.
Now that he had her in his arms, he was never letting her go.
“Are you going to do it for me, Layla?” He trailed tiny bites down the side of her neck. Damn she smelled so good and tasted even better. He couldn’t wait to have her naked and writhing on his bed. She may not realize it, but it would be the bed she slept in every night for the rest of her life. “Come for me, mina.”
A little flood of moisture wet his fingers, her body shuddering against him. Hell yes, that was what he was waiting for. “Grab the ties, baby.”
He was literally dragging her to the counter, throwing money at the cashier without waiting for his change. He was pretty sure he just paid three hundred dollars for a pair of fifty dollar ties, which was probably why the cashier looked so disturbed when he threw a “Keep the change,” over his shoulder as she was attempting to count out what she needed to give him back.
Later. He would call later and explain to her supervisor or whatever; he couldn’t wait.
“Um, Javier my car is parked near the other entrance. I can go get it and follow you…”
“Leave it, I will send someone for it later.” No way was he allowing her out of his sight. He felt like an ass, but he gave her no choice but to climb into the passenger side of his BMW. “Don’t put on your seatbelt yet.”
He jogged to the driver’s side, climbing into the car as fast as he could. He was barely in his seat before snaking his fingers into the bun her hair was in and crushing her lips with his own. He didn’t mean to, but before he knew it, he had pulled her completely into his lap.
Spicy and sweet. Her kiss only made him hungrier for more. He was in real danger of taking her right there in the parking lot. It took a minor miracle to pull himself away from the intoxication of her lips.
“I need you, mina. I want you badly, but you need to understand if you give yourself to me, you are mine.” Big brown eyes stared down at him, wide-eyed and almost innocent. She seemed surprised by his words. Silly woman. She should know him much better by now. He was going to have to spank her for that. “I mean it, Layla. I won’t let you go.”
Her eyes arrowed, the feisty Layla that he knew and loved returning full force to the surface. She didn’t answer him right away. Instead, she wound her fingers into his hair, yanking his head back before taking his lips much the same way he had taken hers. That was his Layla, the woman who had him all tied up in knots.
“What made you ever think that you walking away from me was an option?” She shot right back at him.
He smacked her hard on her ass before cupping it and grinding her down on his hard-on. The next sixty to seventy years or so where gonna be fun. He must have broken the sound barrier driving to his place. He didn’t care if he got a thousand tickets. He needed to be inside this woman in the worst way. Not wanting to wait for her to walk on her own, he carried her from the car to the elevator in the corner of the parking garage. Luckily he could take it straight up to the penthouse with no stops. It was the only thing that kept him from taking her in the elevator.
The thought was hot as hell though. They would have to try it one day to see if they could get to what would soon be their penthouse without getting caught. As soon as the doors slid open to his private floor, his hands were tearing away the clothes. His, hers, they all had to go. It was quite a feat seeing as how they couldn’t seem to pull their lips apart, but he managed.
“If you have anyone to call to cancel meeting them for the party, I suggest you do so now.” Javier was gratified when Layla shook her head. He fucking hated it when she brought dates to office events. He had an urge to throw each and every last man that even looked at her twice down a flight of stairs. He was damn proud of the fact he hadn’t attacked anyone yet, but there had been a few close calls. “Good. Get your gorgeous ass in the bed,” he instructed, taking the ties out of the bag. “Hands above your head.”
~5~
This was really happening. Not only was it happening, but he was serious- serious about her, serious about the two of them, serious about being together. Javier didn’t lie; not to women, not to anyone. He said what he meant and meant what he said; it was one of the things she admired the most about him. Her heart soared as she followed his instructions, anxious, excited and so damn ready she would probably erupt at the first touch. Her nipples were rock hard, stabbing at the air as he tied her hands to the headboard above her head.
He positioned her legs opened wide, her feet flat on the mattress. “Keep your feet exactly where they are, your legs exactly this wide. Do not move.”
Don’t move. Right. The man climbed between her legs, lowering his mouth to her greedy pussy and she wasn’t supposed to move? Her hips bucked, riding his face as he ate her out like she was his last meal. It simply wasn’t possible for her to stay still. It was cruel of him to expect her to. She would’ve told him, but he moved so suddenly she didn’t have time to catch her breath. One minute he was driving her insane with a truly gifted tongue, and the next he was laying three quick, hard smacks directly on her clit.
Fir
e, fast and consuming overtook her entire being. An orgasm swept over her, seizing her lungs for a brief second. She was no prude and a long way from virginal, but she had never felt anything like it. It was all encompassing, but there was a nagging need for more. It was as if it left her body ready, desperate for a deeper connection and an even higher explosion. Like it was preparing her in a way.
Before she could recover even a little, Javier was right there, slowly gliding his long engorged cock inside.
“I told you not to move, mina.” He pinched her clit between his fingers just a little, making her jerk harder. “You’re still moving.”
“Shut up and move damn it!” Sweet and demur she was not. No point in even trying to fake it. Just because she couldn’t move her hands didn’t mean she was keeping her legs still, no matter what he said.
She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him in deeper. She didn’t give a damn what he said, she was going to enjoy this in every possible way she could.
“That’s my, baby,” Javier groaned, moving hard and fast inside her instead of complaining at all about her blatant disobedience. Jerk, he knew damn well she would do what she wanted to do. He even reached up and untied her hands. “I want to feel your hands on me, baby. Feel the scratches you make down my back.”
Which is exactly what she did. It felt so good, she was so full. Layla couldn’t remember ever feeling so complete in her life. There was nothing slow or easy about their movement together. Their bodies crashed together before parting, hands grasping, pulling, kneading.
“So good. So damn good,” became Layla’s mantra. She couldn’t touch enough places, couldn’t kiss him enough. She wanted him even though she had him. Needed more, although they hadn’t parted yet. She may never get enough.
“Look at me, Layla.” Javier’s voice brooked no argument. Her eyes snapped open, staring deeply into his blue-gray gaze. “I love you, and I am never letting you go.”
That was all it took. Layla exploded harder than she had ever done before. It set off a chain reaction, Javier following suit right after her, which only made her do it again. It was so intense it was almost surreal.
“Damn,” Javier whispered brokenly, as he collapsed by her side, pulling her close into the shelter of his arms. She couldn’t have said it any better herself. “I knew we would be good together, but that was…”
“Yeah, it was.” She knew exactly what he meant. There were no words for something that intense.
They laid in companionable silence for a while, holding one another like each were afraid this was just a dream.
“You know I think we have to do it again to make sure we were doing it right.”
Layla cracked open one eye at Javier’s joke. Although she agreed heartily, there was no way she was letting him have the last word.
“I agree, right after you call your mother and explain why we both won’t be there tonight.”
“I have a better idea.” Javier flipped her on her back and was entering her in a link of an eye. “We’ll tell them after we get back from Vegas.”
“Vegas?” Damn, it was hard to think when he was all full and hard inside her.
“We can have a wedding later. I am sure my mother will insist on it, but you aren’t going another twenty-four hours before you are Mrs. Layla Theresa Smith-Everheart Nuñez.”
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