Virgo - Mr. Intelligent: The 12 Signs of Love (The Zodiac Lovers Series Book 9)

by Tiana Laveen

  “Thank you… I think you have nice hair, too.”

  She brushed her fingertips through the front portion of his mane as his gaze wandered to the white sheets tossed around their bodies. He loved how crisp they were. He could smell the freshness—maybe it was the fabric softener she used. Paying attention to such details might seem silly to most, but to him, they made all the difference. Closing his eyes, he took her left nipple in his mouth and wrapped his hands around her smooth hips. She grinded and bucked against him, her sighing and breathing choppy and beautiful.

  “That feels good… so good…” she cooed, urging him on.

  His mind drifted from, ‘Why are you giving in to your desires?’ to ‘Fuck her to kingdom come.’ His brain was working, working, working… He was making love to a patient after all, but as he searched all four corners of his mind for that thing called ‘guilt’, it never materialized. Perhaps his moral compass was temporarily broken? He smiled inwardly at the notion as he trailed her body with slow fingertips.

  “I want this to be perfect…”

  “But it doesn’t have to be.”

  She smiled at him as he wrapped his hands around her ass and squeezed.

  “Oh, but it does…”

  He winked at her, then layered small, soft kisses all over her stomach as he reached up and ran his hands along her breasts. Sex as an expression was very important to him, and since he’d connected to this woman on an intellectual level, there was no stopping him. Not until she was fulfilled, giddy with satisfaction. His lower lip brushed along her pubic bone as he delivered more kisses… then he paused. He slid to the floor, kneeling before her, then wrapped her legs around his neck. Hands cupping her ass, he brought her closer like a bowl he yearned to drink from. He buried his nose against her zone, his entire body vibrating with excitement.

  “My God, you smell so sexy!” He groaned.

  Without hesitation, he waved the tip of his tongue along the creamy slit of her pussy. Prodding the lips apart, he slipped one hand away, laid her flat against the bed, and used his fingers to open her even wider. She slowly bucked against his mouth. “Slow down,” he stated softly, “and just feel… Don’t try to fuck my tongue, just lie there… I wanna give you something, a gift…so be still and accept it…”

  He briefly met eyes with her, and she seemed to teeter between surprise and annoyance. He shook his head and gently ran his palm against her hip. She relaxed and settled and he focused on her pussy once again. Like a dream, he fell within himself, listening to her breathing, feeling the way she moved, falling in love with the sounds she made from his touch. Bringing her closer, he slid his tongue inside her, twirling and twisting it as he ran the pad of his thumb against her clit. Clockwise, then counterclockwise, he worked. His fingers, his lips and tongue all a part of the action. He flicked it fast then slow, matching her breathing, until she began to shake and curse. He tasted her nectar, swallowing her whole, and as she began to settle, he knew just what to do.

  He jumped to his feet and lay on top of her, sliding his hand down to her pussy and rubbing her as she came. Her back arched from the bed, her body trembling in the most violently beautiful of ways. He smiled as he worked another orgasm out of her, and then another. Pressing his weight into her, he continued to massage and caress her pussy all while sucking and kissing on her neck. She rained on his hand, her pussy flowing like a river onto his fingers, leaving a gorgeous mess.

  “There you go… yes… that’s what I wanted to give you…the perfect gift. That’s what I wanted you to have.”

  She wrapped her arms tightly around his body and brought him in for a kiss. He snaked his tongue in her mouth, wanting her to taste herself, enjoy how good her flavor was, one he never wished to go away.

  “I have protection.” He kissed the side of her face before slipping away from her and retrieving his wallet from his pants. Moments later, he placed two condoms on the nightstand and returned to her.

  Sitting up on her haunches, she was the picture of radiance. They sat facing one another, naked with the music, the candles, and their minds dancing with one another.

  “Did you like it?”

  She coaxed him back to her, pressing her fingers against his chin, and they hooked gazes.

  “I loved it… I am so intrigued and surprised by you, Vangelis. You’re different than most of the men I’ve dated.”

  “How so?”

  “There’s just so many facets of you. You seem so powerful and knowledgeable in your profession. During our dates, you’ve been at times silly and just a ball of laughs. Other moments you are reserved… quiet. You like to try different things, but then, on the other hand, you seem to know what you like and that’s law for you. Now, in bed, I see you’re a bit controlling… no, perfectionist is a better word, and I’ve surprised my own self because I liked it.” Her eyes narrowed on him. “I like how you spoke to me… the taking control, the giving instructions… I never would’ve thought I would enjoy that sort of thing, but I guess the way you did it made all the difference.”

  “Usually I’m told that I’m too judgmental and critical. I wanna be honest with you and just tell you flat out, that is why most of my relationships have failed.” She appeared to be surprised by his candor. “I’ve never had trouble attracting women and getting into relationships but then…” He swallowed, not even sure he wanted to go there, but he liked this woman so much, so he pushed forward. “Then it’s like as soon as I get comfortable and start really showing them what I think and who I am, it is upsetting. I try to watch what I say and do, even though I’m only trying to help. I feel like there’s a right and a wrong way to do things, and that includes relationships, sex, all of it. I can take criticism, too. I’m not above correction.”

  He smiled… and he meant it.

  “You seem to know yourself very well. That’s good. Well, you can always just try to remember that people in this world are different, you know? You know your heart—that when you tell someone what their problem is or how to fix something, it can come across as all wrong. So… you just need to consider your audience, okay? And if you feel like all your relationships fail because of your mouth, then maybe you need to find someone with a thicker skin, one with scars…” His heart skipped a damn beat as he looked into her eyes. She was making love to his mind! She was taking him down… “But also to no longer ask yourself to speak to people in the way you’d want to be spoken to, but instead, ask yourself, ‘If I care about this person, how should I speak to them in order to get my point across, but not burn the bridge on the way over to telling them the truth?”

  He hated how he could feel his heart beating so fast. He kept his face impassive, for he rarely allowed others to see inside of his heart, but she was digging deep. She’d hit a goldmine of truth with the edge of her shovel.

  “Damn… I like you, lady.”

  She chuckled at his words as he leaned in close and kissed her on the cheek. When she reached for him once again and traced his stomach with her fingertips, resting them along the ridge of his cock, he swallowed.

  “Your body is amazing, Vangelis… Beautiful muscles, nice tan, great tattoos that appear to have meaning… lovely hair, beautiful smile… and smart. So, so damn smart…intelligent, wow… what a package.”

  He grinned from ear to ear and lowered his head.

  “Look at you.” She laughed. “Now here you are looking shy… you are something else. You mystify me, man… I’m stumped.” She threw up her arms. “And yet, you’re honest… sometimes overly so.”

  He ran his hand over her knee, slowly up and down.

  “I wanna taste you again… and then, I want to slide inside of you…” He pushed her back down onto the bed and layered light kisses all along her face. “I want to go so deep inside you that it takes your breath away… and I want to feel you…” He intertwined their fingers and squeezed. “I want to feel your soft, wet pussy… feel how it molds to my dick… and I want you to receive me, take all that I am giving.
And then, we should start all over again. Making love to your body is what I want, but making love to your mind is what I need…”

  Sahara gripped the back of the man’s head as he ravished her pussy. She was now physically exhausted, but he showed no signs of letting up. The orgasms he forced from her bordered on downright painful, they’d been occurring so much. It was as if he had a secret manual on how to make a woman cum every time, but no one else in the entire damn world had been privy to it.

  Never in her life had she ever made love to a man like Dr. Vangelis Alexopoulos before. It seemed that in everything he did, whether it was delivering a perfectly timed joke, offering a medical consultation, or administering sage advice, he did it with finesse, with all of his heart and to the best of his ability. Everything was a competition with him… a competition within himself. She imagined it must’ve been a challenge being him and yet his honesty, though at times rough and hard to swallow like a large, jagged pill, was refreshing. He was as critical of himself as he was of others, and that had to count for something.

  “Vangelis, please!” She laughed and begged as she tugged at the man. “You’re killing me… this has to stop!”

  He laughed as he crawled back up her body, covered in sweat and a big boastful smile.

  He knows he’s good… smug son of a bitch.

  That modest act was probably just that, an act, but still, he deserved a damn medal, perhaps two. He leisurely reached over and grabbed a condom. Studying her with intensity in his green eyes, he sheathed himself.

  “I’m only shy around women I really like. You make me feel shy because I just… I just want to please you, baby.”

  She screamed and hissed when he abruptly entered her. The thick head of his cock pumped slowly inside her, opening her up like a tight flower. His kisses were loving and soft, and he fucked like a beautiful song by an enchanting orchestra in slow motion. Her eyes rolled as he slowly grinded and pressed into her.

  “You can mooove. Oh God, I love how you move!” she screamed as she held him tight. All of the passion in the world was inside of this man’s hips. All of the sensuality in the world, he owned. He went deeper and deeper, his long cock now fully within her.

  “I want you to feel me, Sahara, and move your body at the same pace as mine…”

  She took a deep breath as his deep voice tickled her ear. She did as he asked and then he began to lift on his toes, slide against her clit each time he thrust within her.

  “Oh Lord, Jesus!” She laughed and cooed with delight.

  He was killing her softly. Their shared world turned crimson, dyed with passion and desire… transparent like glass. A globe that spun on its axis in slow motion…

  She felt the warm breath from his mouth as he chuckled. Wrapping his arm tightly around her waist, he sped up his pace, and then some more. Her muscles felt as if they were locking and then she exploded…

  Screams emitted from her mouth; she had no control over her body as she came, and came hard. Her mind raced with nothing and everything, all at once. All she could feel was his soft lips tracing her collarbones and his pelvis knocking into hers as he made crazy love to her. He was like an onion, layered and complicated, and his lovemaking was no different…

  He was pure delight. Sex in the flesh, under the guise of unpretentiousness. He was a trick of the eye…

  This man is a fucking freak…

  Tightening his grip around her, the intensity in his eyes stole her voice. She held onto him for dear life as he rocked and thrust so hard, she lost her breath. The bed shook while he moved in gorgeous and nasty ways.

  “You want to see me cum, don’t you? You want to know what I sound like when I explode? Want to see what crazy faces I make, huh?”

  He could read her mind so well, and all she could do was laugh.

  “Yeah… I want you to cum.” She grinded against him, following his flow and his motion. She fucked him just as well as she was receiving, giving it back tenfold. His lips parted and a helpless expression came over him.

  “Shit…” he muttered, pressing his eyes closed and gritting his teeth.

  Resting his chin against the crook of her neck, she felt him jerk, pause, then jerk again. Low groans flowed from his parted lips as he released in fast, hard spurts. The warmth of his cum filled the condom, and he didn’t stop for quite some time. She massaged his back as he settled, throbbing within her, quiet, with only the music playing as they fell deeply inside one another.

  He didn’t have to say anything, for she instinctively knew this was a gift from him too. This man simply didn’t share himself with just anyone. Sex was a big deal to Vangelis… his body told on him. He was too good at what he did to waste it on just anyone. A lot of time and effort went into it, a mental connection first and foremost.

  She hated how she wrestled with herself, her mind teetering on reliving the past, the trauma, the pain. Was this thing between them even going anywhere? Perhaps… perhaps not.

  I’m just going to enjoy it while it lasts…

  And then, in his typical creepy way, he seemed to read her mind. Eyes still closed, he brought his lips to her ear.

  “I don’t want this to end up like all of my other relationships, Sahara. We’ll see what happens, but I want this to be different… and there’s nothing more I guess to say about it right now…”

  With that, he rose, removed the condom and tossed it in the small trashcan by her bed. Reaching for the second, he twirled it between his fingers.

  “There’s so many things I want you to feel, hear, touch, taste and see, baby…Let’s explore one another all night long…”

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Dark Secrets Light the Path

  …Several weeks later

  “No, of course not. Why would I be upset about that, baby?”

  Vangelis smiled into the phone as he pivoted about in his office chair. The space heater was on full blast and his belly was filled from his breakfast of a bowl of mixed fruit, hot Colombian coffee and French toast. “I definitely understand you needing to cancel our date for something like that. The movie can wait… you don’t like scary movies anyway.”

  “I’ll make it up to you, I promise! And we can see that goblin movie soon.”

  “Ghost!” He chuckled. “The ghosts live in a municipal called ‘Goblinville.’ Anyway, I love that, actually… what you’re doing.”

  … Just proves that I made the right choice.

  “Oh good, I’m glad you understand. It’s just that this charity event was scheduled a while ago but Becky didn’t remind me,” Sahara explained. “I thought it was next Friday, not tonight. Thankfully, I was prepared. I offer my apologies again anyway.”

  “Baby, it’s for abused children. You don’t have to explain anymore. I think that’s amazing that you serve the community like that. Hey, you know what? Is there anything I can do? Like maybe make a donation?”

  “You’re so sweet, I am sure they’d love a monetary contribution, actually. Wait a minute… you know what? I’ve got even a better idea! Why don’t you come?!”

  “Oh nooo, I couldn’t.” He waved his hand about and shook his head. “I wasn’t invited. That would be in bad taste, Sahara.”

  “No, it wouldn’t! You’re a doctor, a professional. Hell, you may even be able to add something to the panel discussion.”

  “Oh, baby, come on.” He rolled his eyes and grinned. “You know I’m a planner. I can’t just run off and do something like that without advance notice. Besides, events like this sometimes take over a year to plan. I can’t just waltz in there, Sahara, and mess everything up. They have a schedule I’m certain and protocol. Besides, I haven’t registered. They don’t know who I am or anything.”

  “Don’t you even worry about any of that. Let me take care of it. I know people running the event and I am certain they’d be happy to have you, especially if it means another donation. It’s at 7:00 P.M. tonight. That gives you, let’s see, eight hours.”

  He sighed and quic
kly looked over his schedule on his computer.

  “All right. I’ll come with you, but I’m not doing any speeches. What should I wear? Black tie, right?”

  “Right. I’m wearing a dark green gown. The colors of the event are various shades of green for new starts and growth.”

  “Sounds nice… I like it. My only question is does it come off easily? You know, for anything we may get into after the event.”

  “Bad boy!” She giggled. “Damn, gotta go, honey! They just paged me… a two year old here for an ear infection. Poor Tyler, he is prone to them.”

  “Okay, no problem. I will probably have to swing by somewhere and get a new green tie, but other than that, I still have my tux at home from my friend’s wedding last year. I’m sure it still fits.”

  “Perfect! Talk to you soon, honey!”

  And then she disconnected the call.

  She just keeps surprising me. In a good way…

  Vangelis had been rather hush-hush about the change of events in his private life. In fact, he’d told his best friend he was dating someone but left most of the details out. Not because he wished to keep Sahara all to himself as a big secret, but for some strange reason, he’d been feeling rather superstitious as late. Things were going so damn well that the last thing he wished to do was jinx it. She got his sense of humor, and their love making and physical chemistry was off the charts. She didn’t get overly sensitive when he had something to say, and she was caring, feminine, professional, outspoken and sexy. She kept a clean home, she always looked nice and he just loved how she encouraged him, how she made him feel. He was nearing a decision…

  It may be time to take this to the next level. I want this to work. I meant what I said to her when we first made love. I want Sahara. I want her to be my woman. This just feels right… and I know when something feels right and when it doesn’t. She’s good for me—mind, body, and soul…

  …Later that day

  Nico stood at his front door wearing a dark red leather jacket and his black, wavy hair brushed away from his face. His dark sunglasses were atop his head, catching the glare of the last trace of sunset. His brother’s big, shiny motorcycle was parked out in the driveway, one of the many toys the man had collected over the years. They had that in common, the love of motorcycles—and boats, too.