Cityscape Affair Series: The Complete Box Set

by Hawkins, Jessica

  “Ah . . .” I cleared my throat and ushered away the scary thoughts. “He came with me a few times over the years. You know how it is because you work as much as Bill does—if he wasn’t swamped with paperwork on the weekends, he just wanted to relax.”

  “Sure. Tomorrow’s supposed to be warm,” David said, brushing hair from my face. “My family is barbequing again. We could pick up a couple dogs and go see them. If you’re not ready for that, we can just walk the dogs.”

  “Really?” I asked with surprise. “Are you sure?”

  “Sure? I can’t think of anything better to do on a Sunday. Well, that’s not true—but we’ll have the whole day to fill.”

  In the dark, I searched his eyes with mine. The shelter, his family, taking a day off when I suspected he had work—it was so thoughtful. “This minute is a big one,” I echoed his words from earlier. For now, that would have to be my way of saying I loved him, too.

  I pecked him quickly on the lips, but he held me to him, melding our mouths into a heated kiss. His hands roamed over my dress, lingering on the curves of my breasts. He traced a fingertip along the deep neckline of my dress but didn’t go further than that. I moved closer to him, and he broke away, inhaling sharply as if in pain.

  “What?” I asked softly. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing,” he said, and I realized the car had stopped. “Come on. We’re here.”

  As we traversed the hotel lobby, passing by others dressed up for a Saturday night, David asked, “So do all these people in your new home bother you?”

  I laughed. It was the first question I’d asked him about living in a hotel. I snaked my arm around his waist, turned on by the fact that he already considered his home mine, too. “That’s yet to be determined.”

  He grinned and at the elevator bank, punched the Up button.

  “What a beautiful couple,” an elderly woman said as she boarded behind us.

  “Thank you,” I said. “My architect boyfriend here designed a gorgeous hotel on the Riverfront, and tonight was the grand opening.”

  “That’s quite an accomplishment,” she said. “Congratulations.”

  David’s eyes crinkled with his smile. “Thanks.”

  “Oh, my. You shouldn’t smile like that at a woman my age,” she said, fanning herself with exaggeration. We laughed and bid her goodnight as she exited the elevator.

  “I might have to keep you on a tighter leash,” I teased.

  His smiled faded. “I think I should like it if you did,” he said, his eyes narrowing. As the elevator ascended, his body seemed to grow bigger, his bearing predatory, as if I were cornered prey, and he was about to strike. “Go on,” he said.

  “Go on?” I repeated breathlessly.

  After a charged moment, he nodded at the elevator’s open doors. I hadn’t even noticed our arrival at the penthouse. “We’re late for a very important date,” he said.

  “And what date is that?” I asked as we stepped off.

  “You, me, and literally nothing else. Leave everything else here.” He unlocked the door and held it open so I could pass through before him. As I did, though, he snatched my elbow. “I said everything.”

  Over my shoulder, my gaze met his brown eyes, dark and lusty. With only one thing on my mind, I dropped my coat and purse on the ground.

  He let the door slam to merge his body against my backside, gripping my shoulders roughly in his hands. “I’ve been crazy for you all day,” he rasped in my ear. “And although I love this dress, I want it off. Now.” He dragged the zipper down and dropped to his knees. I gasped when his lips touched the base of my spine. His hands skated up my exposed back and slid over my shoulders, releasing the dress so it slumped at my feet. He reached around to my front and spread his fingers across my stomach. His moan vibrated against the small of my back, sending a shiver up my spine.

  He stood and wrapped an arm around my chest, his hardness pressing against my back. His other hand dropped to pull open my inner thigh and touch me through my underwear. Panting, I swayed when he released me suddenly. “Christ,” he muttered. “Two steps in the door, and I’m a goner. I really can’t control myself around you.”

  Through oversized windows, the city lent the only light to the room as he circled around to stop in front of me. I put my hand in his and stepped out of the dress, following as he led me down the stairs into the sunken living room.

  “Leave those on,” he instructed, motioning to my black stilettos. He removed his blazer and turned on the fireplace as my lingerie-clad body, alive with desire, wavered unsteadily in the four-inch heels. “Don’t move,” David said. “I want to memorize everything about this moment.” He emptied his pockets onto a side table and unclasped his Rolex. He leisurely undid his bowtie next while his hooded eyes remained fixed on me. His limbs, strong and brawny, moved fluidly as he shed clothing. I wanted to learn the contours of his body with my eyes, my fingers, my tongue. And when he looked at me that way, like it was the first time, I could barely help from melting at his feet.

  He sauntered over and grasped me to him by my lower back. His hand spread there as his lips captured mine in a rough kiss. I drew him into me with my arms around his neck, wanting him closer, deeper, our bodies merging the way our mouths were. His hands explored my skin—impatient and tender all at once, as though he’d studied every inch of me but was only just now touching me.

  He guided me backward until I hit the couch and sat. I didn’t remove my eyes from him as he stepped out of his underwear. I licked my lips—he was big. Thick. Hard. So hard that I believed him when he’d said he’d been that way since the dressing room. As I’d done in the past, I squirmed at just the sight of him, suddenly unable to think of anything but how he’d feel inside of me.

  With his big body, David crawled over me, and I eased lengthwise onto my back. “My patience is gone,” he said, his eyes fixed on mine. “I can’t decide whether to devour you quickly or slowly.”

  “We have all night,” I whispered.

  “All night,” he repeated with a nod. “I’m going to kiss you everywhere. Here,” he ran his thumb across my bottom lip, “and here,” he added, touching a fingertip over my heart. His hand moved between my legs as his voice deepened. “Here.”

  My pulse quickened, anticipating his mouth on me. He gave me his weight as his hands steadied my face. His kiss started as a breath, a promise of what was to come, but it quickly became harder as we crossed from want to need.

  He pulled away to rain kisses down my neck, over my chest, breasts, and stomach. He kneeled to kiss me through my panties, and I sighed. His hands ran up my thighs and spread me open. I fisted the leather couch while he kissed me through the sheer fabric of my underwear.

  “David,” I groaned.

  “I love it when you say my name,” he responded through gritted teeth.

  “David,” I repeated. He yanked my panties aside and licked the length of me. “Oh, David,” I said again. Holding me wide open, he inserted his tongue and ate me like a man starving. He’d gone down on me before, but not like this. I bucked into the couch, throwing my head back and moaning as he fucked me with his tongue. He thrust his fingers inside, withdrawing every few seconds to rub my wetness over me. When I was burning with a need for release, and so close to grasping it, he spoke against me.

  “Ready for me?” he rumbled, even though I clearly was.

  “Yes,” I cried.

  “Tell me.”

  “I’m so wet for you, David,” I said, writhing as his fingers worked inside of me. “Stop. Please. I’m going to come.”

  “Why should I stop?” he taunted.

  “Because I want you to fuck me.”

  He chuckled. “You love getting fucked, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” I breathed. “Only by you.”

  He withdrew in an instant and dragged my panties off. “I’ll fuck you, and you’ll come on my cock like you want, baby. Grab your heels.”

  I grabbed the spiky stilettos in
both hands and spread my legs. His massive body moved over mine. He propped himself up with one arm and took his shaft in his other hand to rub his crown through my wetness.

  “I’ve missed you,” I cried, the words falling passionately from my mouth. “Please.”

  He drove into me, forcing the breath from my lungs. “I missed you, too,” he said, looking down between us. His jaw clenched as he withdrew slowly. His hands on both sides of my body gripped the couch as I whimpered, pulling on my shoes.

  “Christ, Olivia.” He rolled his hips again, leisurely this time, until he was rooted deeply inside me. “Tell me how it feels.”

  “Heaven,” I breathed, jutting my hips upward. “More.”

  He grunted, and my body shook with the next plunge.

  “Harder,” I demanded. “Give it to me, David.”

  He reared back and drove into me again and again, giving it to me the way I’d asked for—hard, without mercy.

  “God, you can fuck me,” I cried. “Just you, baby, you know how to fuck me and—” I gasped as his one hand moved to my clit and began to move in small circles.

  He leaned closer without slowing his rhythm so our faces were almost touching. “And?”

  “You’re the only one who’s ever made me come.”

  He growled. “The only one,” he repeated. “And the only one who ever will.”

  “Yes,” I cried. “Just you. Please,” I begged. “Don’t stop.”

  “Hold on to those fucking heels.” He gave me a hard thrust and pinned me to the couch, harnessing our sexual tension and driving into me until I vibrated with it.

  My insides tightened and coiled into a pulsating knot of pressure. I clenched my teeth and yelped when a heel broke off in my hand.

  He exhaled heavily and, without disconnecting, picked me up in one quick motion. I kicked off my shoes as he tossed a few pillows on the floor by the fire. He sat carefully with me in his lap and lay back so I was astride him.

  I settled my knees on either side of him and lifted up to sink down slowly. “Oh, my, God,” I said, closing my eyes. I drew up and released myself onto him again, this time all the way. His long fingers yanked down the cups of my bra, freeing my breasts so they were trussed up. I began to rock over him, moaning as we aligned. I blindly gripped his shoulders as if I’d fall into oblivion if I let go. He broke my rocking motion by thrusting up to meet me, taking over, even from underneath, bouncing me forward with each surge of his hips.

  The room filled with the sinuous sounds of our satisfaction. His hands found my hips and maneuvered me against his steel cock harder, forcing me to bear down on him until I couldn’t contain my cries. He braced me as he hit me as deep as he could, my fingers digging deeper into his skin as I whimpered.

  “You can take it,” he grated.

  A high-pitched noise escaped me as he pushed me to the brink and then drove into me even harder.

  “Lean back, all the way,” he instructed as his hands captured mine. I obeyed, gasping at the new angle. My back arched, and my head fell back as he gripped my wrists, using them as a lever to buck into me. My orgasm was completely in his control, just as he wanted, just as I wanted, and when he decided it was time, he hit the spot.

  “I can feel you coming,” he said. “Break for me, baby.”

  “Oh, David, yes,” I cried up to the ceiling as my blood simmered throughout me.

  Stars pierced my vision as he grabbed the base of my neck. His visceral cry sent me flying, my orgasm exploding just from the sound of his pleasure. I grabbed his hand at my neck, and my other hand clamped on his shoulder to ride him through the bliss.

  I dropped my gaze to watch as he gave me one grueling last thrust and came apart under me, groaning while his fingers bit into my skin. I fell forward and clutched him as he gushed inside of me, his grip tight until he’d finished.

  I lay on his chest, quivering against him, the left side of my body burning from the suddenly hot fire. His hands found their way over my back and up to my hair, clasping me close. “I love you,” he whispered into my hair. He released my bra finally. His coarse and perfect palms spanned back and forth over my hypersensitive skin.

  “That feels amazing,” I said with a soft moan.

  He kissed the side of my head. When I slid off his wet cock, I was once again devoid of the other half of my puzzle.

  “Where are you going?” he asked, reaching out to hold me in place.

  “Bathroom. Architect’s orders.”

  He laughed lazily at his own rule of peeing after sex, as though he lacked the energy for anything more. He let me go and said, “Use the guest room, it’s closer.”

  I couldn’t help but grin giddily as I passed through the room. I remembered our chaste night after my encounter with Mark Alvarez and how badly I’d wanted David to touch me through the t-shirt he’d given me.

  As I fixed my hair, I froze when voices floated in from the other room. I grabbed a towel from a linen cabinet, tucked it under my arms to secure it, and snuck out into the hallway. Peering around the corner, I almost dropped the towel at what I saw.

  Looking as stunning as she did every time I’d been in her presence, David’s supposed ex stood in the doorway. What the hell was Maria doing here?

  8

  Dressed in a body-skimming black dress that displayed ample cleavage and dark, muscular legs, Maria oozed sexuality from where she stood on the doorstep of David’s apartment.

  She batted her lashes up at him as he towered in the doorway. “But, Dah-veed,” she was saying, drawing out his name in her buttery Latin accent, “I’ve been here for years, waiting. I don’t deserve this. I deserve a real chance.”

  I clutched my towel closed, trying to catch up with the conversation as Maria scanned his naked torso and boxer briefs. Jealousy reared in me as her eyes landed on his bare feet, which somehow felt more intimate.

  David leaned on the doorjamb. “Come on, Maria,” he said. “You know what we are.”

  She arched an eyebrow. “After three years you feel absolutely nothing? You cannot turn it off just like that,” she said and snapped her fingers.

  “Don’t play games,” he said. “Things have always been casual.”

  “Not casual, David. I’m not clingy like the other girls, but I’m here when you need me, when you don’t want them anymore.” She flattened a hand on his chest. “But now, you dump me like nothing? I’ve put in the time, cariño. I deserve more.”

  A flush made its way up my neck. She touched him freely and called him darling—and she’d been doing those things for three years? That was more than half the time I’d been married.

  David calmly removed her palm from him his chest. Instead of letting go, he held her hand in his and covered the back of it with his other. “Maria, I love you, but—”

  “Then let me make you happy.” She bit her lip. “I want a ring.”

  I inhaled sharply. A ring? Love?

  There was nothing “casual” about any of this. Either David had lied or he’d downplayed their relationship. I had reason to question him after the way he’d bought the Oak Park house, then planned to omit that fact until after I’d agreed to leave Bill.

  And I had left Bill. For David. For David, I’d upended my life—while he held another woman’s hand? I backed away and into an end table that knocked against the wall.

  David’s gaze shot over his shoulder. “Olivia.”

  Maria’s eyes darted to me and her mouth dropped open.

  I looked at their hands, and David released Maria’s immediately. My face flamed with embarrassment. Why hadn’t I pushed harder for the truth about his past? Why hadn’t I insisted on taking things more slowly? Now, I was stuck in this apartment with nowhere to go.

  I spun around and returned to the guest bedroom where I’d just washed up, where I’d spent my first night in this apartment—the only space I could think of to call my own in a foreign place.

  Moments later, David banged once on the locked door. “Open up, O
livia.”

  I paced the bedroom. Feeling suddenly exposed, I re-wrapped my towel, securing it as tightly as possible under my arms. “You didn’t tell her about us?” I cried.

  “I did.”

  I whipped open the door. David reached for me, but I put up a hand to stop him. “Don’t touch me. When did you end things with her?”

  “Just now,” he said like it was obvious, “when she came to the door.”

  “Earlier, you said you’d call her.”

  He sighed. “I’ve been with you the entire night. I haven’t had a chance to call her—and furthermore, it’s not necessary. There’s nothing to end.”

  “Really? According to her, you can’t turn it off just like that,” I said, snapping my fingers in his face.

  He took my wrist and said on a growl, “I’ll say this one last time. You have no reason to worry. It’s done.”

  “You were holding her hand!”

  His eyebrows furrowed. “To comfort her. Regardless of anything, she’s still a good friend.”

  I ripped my hand away. “I must’ve misunderstood the definition of friendship. Do you let all your friends touch you when you’re naked? What if our roles were reversed, and it had been Bill on your doorstep, his hand on my bare chest?”

  David’s expression dimmed. “Careful.”

  “Or what?” I challenged him. “How could you not have ended everything with everyone after everything I gave up for you?”

  I’d changed so much for him. My entire life. Shame I’d been harboring rose in me for ending my marriage to start something completely unpredictable. I’d fallen for David in the blink of an eye. Maria was just another reminder of how fast David and I were moving, and how unsteady our foundation was.

  David braced both hands against the doorjamb. “Come to bed with me, and we’ll talk through this.”

  “I’m sleeping in here tonight,” I said.

  “Not a chance in hell.”

  “Excuse me?” I gritted my teeth. “What are you going to do, put me over your shoulder and haul me to your bedroom?”

  “If that’s what it takes.”