by Christina OW
She nodded. “I love it,” she whispered back. She turned around in his arms to stare up at him. “Why?”
He smiled tenderly down at her, drying her cheeks with his thumbs as he cupped her face in his large hands. “Because this was the happiest day of our lives and I thought we both need to relive it. Just because we are starting fresh doesn’t mean we should forget our happiest moments. On the contrary, I believe we need to remember them and not take them for granted because those moments are what led to us falling in love with each other.”
She looked around the candle lit room once more, taking it all in before she turned back to him, “This was the happiest day of my life,” she confessed, “but you seemed to have forgotten the morning of it,” she teased.
He chuckled. “It wouldn’t have been the same without the snow.”
She grinned up at him. “No, it wouldn’t.”
His smile lessened to a looped one and his eyes darkened with desire. “Now to the part I’ve been waiting all day for,” he leaned down, moving his head closer to hers, his eyes riveted on her lips. Feeling breathless, her lips fell open and her eyes fluttered closed in anticipation of that kiss, the one that would send her to her knees. She wasn’t sure if he was conscious of it, but he only gave her that kiss in moments she called ‘epiphany of love’ like at that moment, it hit him exactly how much he loved her. That kiss was all the confirmation a girl needed.
And just as she had expected, it knocked the wind out of her! His lips folded around hers in such possession, she feared for a moment they might bleed. He didn’t bother being gentle; it was like he couldn’t. All that he felt was released in that kiss and just like everything he did, it was intense, hard and made her weak in the knees. And when his tongue met hers, it was a duel that had her holding onto him otherwise she would have been on the floor in a putty mess! That kiss made her feel and un-feel—feel his love and un-feel her body, especially her legs! But she always retained feeling in her belly, the burning feeling of desire at the pit of it wasn’t one to be easily ignored.
He pulled away and under heavy lidded eyes and a mind that was still stuck in a fog, she watched him watch her, eyes ablaze with desire as if he was waiting for something. It took a few seconds for her head to clear and she realized that was what he was waiting for when his hands dropped from her arms. He was holding her up and with good reason. She’d smoked weed once during her experimenting days—one of those days she decided to add sex to that experimenting list and Allan had quickly disabused her of that by showing up at the motel before the deed was done—and the high was nothing like that kiss Ruiz occasionally bestowed on her.
His hands rose to her chest and she watched as he opened her blouse slowly, twisting each button with his thumb and index finger before he pushed them out of the hole, running his finger over her breastbone. She watched his do that with all twelve buttons her breath hitching each time his fingers caressed newly exposed skin. Once he had all the buttons done, he dragged his fingers up her exposed front. He ran his fingers along her collar bone as he pushed the shirt, parting it open stopping when he reached the pointy bone at her shoulders and letting the shirt hang there. He stared at the cream lace of her bra with such intensity, she was sure his gaze would make them disappear. She watched as his eyes darted between the two globes taking a few seconds on each before switching attention. He studied her then slowly drew his middle fingers down the swells of her breasts stopping where the lace of the bra began.
“Pretty, but unnecessary at the moment.” His voice was steady, but rough with desire. He reached for the front clasp of the bra and with one flick of his fingers it fell open, her breasts bouncing out of it. “That’s better.” He caressed her again and again he stopped right above her nipple. Her breath caught in anticipation, her body trembled in anguish as she waited for him to touch her where she craved it the most. Through her half mast eyes she caught his wolfish grin. He knew what he was doing to her, the torture he was caused her twisting insides when he drew circles around her areola but never touching her where she needed his course finger tips the most. He then finished the track by trailing his fingers down the under curve of her breast to the base.
“I like these. They are bigger. I loved how they spilled out of my hands that night.”
He lowered his head and she tilted her head back, slightly bending backwards. Finally, she thought as she felt his lips move over her breasts bone the he trailed them up and down the valley of her breasts. She gasped her entire body tightened when his tongue came out to play. Teasingly he licked her once, twice then dragged his lips lightly over her skin before his tongue peeked out again. Once his lips were in line with her nipples he stopped. She struggled to pull air in her lungs and with each deep breath she took, her breasts were pushed further over Ruiz’s shadowed cheeks. The pricks from his light fuzz only made her pussy weep harder because just the sides of her nipples got the erotic scratch. She tightened her thighs even more, squeezing her pulsing core hoping for some relief.
Ruiz turned his head, placing his cheek over her breast. Then he pushed against it moving his head around and rubbing the sensitive nipple with his rough cheek. Melody cried out, hands shooting up to burry in his hair and holding his head there, guiding its movements to give her more pleasure—pain. A few more seconds of this and she was going to come!
“You like that,” he said gruffly, his hot breath caressing her other nipple.
She nodded biting on her lower lip. She dug her hands deeper in his hair, trying to make him move faster and harder against her. She whimpered when he turned his head away only to gasp when he took her other nipple in his mouth. He rolled the sensitive bud over his teeth as he drew circles over the tip with his tongue. She held onto his head tighter, silently begging for more but he wouldn’t do more than that. His hands circled her wrists, pulling her own out of his hair before he sucked on her nipple hard tugging at it with his teeth as he pulled away. Then when the pain was close to overshadowing the pleasure he let go of it with a wet pop.
He then placed her hands on his shoulders and kissed down her belly as he lowered to his knees. He French kissed her navel as he unzipped her skirt, and she watched it pool around her ankles and met his eyes when he looked up at her again. He caught her gaze and held it as his hands slowly trailed up her ankles to her knees, drawing little light circles at the back of them before they continued up her thighs to her hips. The entire time she fought not to close her eyes, to break their connection. He slid his fingers between the band of her underwear and her skin then slowly pulled them down to her ankles. She groaned at the torture of his hands as they took their journey up to her hips again. The fire he set would consume her before he even made love to her! He grabbed her hips tight to hold her steady as he kissed her navel again. Not soon enough, he kissed down to her pubic bone. Her heart beat a little faster when she realized what he was up to. He stopped right over her curls, pressing his nose against them and taking a long whiff.
“I love the scent of your arousal. It’s an aphrodisiac to me.”
He freed one hand and Melody watched as it disappeared between her thighs. He stroked the sensitive inner skin once, twice and she struggled to not clamp her thighs and trap his hand there. Then finally she felt him at her curls. She gasped digging her nails into his shoulders when he stroked her clit once then slipped two fingers inside her. Unable to stop herself, Melody rolled her hips to push his fingers further inside her when he moved the hand still on her hip to cradle her ass. She cried out when he pushed her forwards and buried his mouth between her lower lips. He kissed and suckled her clit as his curved fingers inside her pushed in her to rub against her G-spot. She squeezed her eyes shut her mouth hanging open like a panting bitch in heat as she pushed into his mouth wanting more and rocked her hips to increase the friction his fingers created inside her. He released her ass, grabbed her knee and threw her leg over his shoulder before he replaced his hand on her as, all without his mouth or fingers losing
rhythm. The new position opened her up wider to him. He added a third finger fitting inside her snug and her lower lips parted that he now had his lips wrapped around her swollen bud. He lapped at it, sucking and kissing and leaving it just long enough to wipe her juices running down his hand with his tongue before claiming her again.
She rode his hand and his mouth harder when her belly coiled. She was close, so close. “Ruiz!”
“Let go, love. I want to drink more of your honey.”
His hot breath on her was the last straw and she came hard, bucking and screaming until the one leg she had under her gave way. He caught her lowering her to the ground. She watched behind haze filled eyes as he stripped her hanging clothes off her then rid himself of his own clothes before he joined her on the comforter, dragging the blanket over them. Leaning on his elbow, his head in his hand he watched her as she slowly gained her breath, a proud look on his face.
“Aren’t you pleased with yourself,” she said once she was finally able to put the words together without panting for breath.
He popped a white chocolate covered strawberry into his mouth and smiled as he chewed. “More than you’ll ever know.”
He picked another strawberry from the bowl, this one coated in dark chocolate. He raised it to his mouth and was about to pop it into his mouth when she caught his wrist. She pulled it down until the fruit touched her lips. With her eyes staring into his, she parted her lips and with the tip of her tongue she licked tight round the fruit, caressing his fingers as well. His eyes flared with desire, but he didn’t move, not even an inch. She smiled. She loved how she could do that to him—turn him so hot that the only way he could calm down was if he took them both to paradise. She parted her lips wider, then slowly pushing his hand lower, she took the fruit and his fingers into her mouth. She rolled it on her tongue, sucked on it until all the chocolate was gone, the entire time watching the blaze in his eyes build. She suckled on his fingers, cleaning them before she pulled them out of her mouth and began chewing the strawberry.
“Delicious,” she said with a causal smile that matched her tone.
His brow shot up. “I’m sure it was,” he responded hoarsely.
Melody chuckled at his restraint as she rolled to her belly. “So what else did you have planned for tonight?”
He moved closer to her until she felt him big hot and pulsing against her thigh. He kissed her shoulder as he caressed her bare back. “Oh don’t worry. I’ll keep you very entertained.”
She looked over her shoulder and watched as his kissed trailed to the mid of her shoulder blades. He brushed her hair aside to reach the back of her neck.
“I’m sure of it.” Melody purred dropping her head to the pillow to give him more room.
“Mel, do you think…do you think I’d be stupid to start dreaming again.”
He sounded like an unsure frightened little boy. Ruiz was a strong man, imposing and scary when called for, but there were moments, she believed only exposed to her that he resembled a damaged little boy cowering in the corner so afraid to get hurt that he never moves from that spot. Being emotional, with and in front of someone else was unchartered waters for him and she blamed his mother for it.
She sat up clutching the blanket to her chest and he followed. “Ruiz, there is nothing wrong with dreaming. It’s what kept me sane until we found each other again.”
He cupped her cheek and she leaned into it, turning her head to kiss his wrist. When she faced him again, his eyes spoke what his lips wouldn’t say.
She moved onto his lap, sited facing him. She took his face into her hands. “I’m scared too, of hoping, of planning, of dreaming of a future that may never be. We’ve hoped, planned and dreamed before and just a month later our world fell apart.”
The back of her throat burned and she had to swallow to keep from crying. “I abandoned you because of a secret that wasn’t a secret to those it mattered to and a lie that I blew out of proportion because truthfully, I was waiting for the end. Don’t get me wrong, I loved you then just as I do now, but in my mind I was waiting for that one thing that would tear us apart like I knew we wouldn’t last. It was all too good to last. And when that one thing happened, I was too preoccupied on being right, on a self-righteous path carrying this sanctimonious cross of being the victim that I didn’t give you—us a chance.”
He lifted his hand to cradle the back of her neck, his thumb drawing wet circles on her tear stained cheek in a tender caress. His eyes had gone soft with what she hoped was understanding that she only cried more. She was the traitor in this second part of their love story and she could only hope he was slower to anger, slower to judge, slower to quit, slower to punish than she had been.
She sniffed. “Ruiz, I have so many secrets and lies, I just hope when that time comes—”
He pressed his thumb over her lips, cutting her off. His other arm went around her waist, pulling her more onto him.
“My love, my heart, my soul,” he whispered as he lowered her head onto his. She sobbed, but bit her lips shut to keep from crying and let her tears run unchecked at the tender and loving way he said those words. “My Melody, take me inside you.”
She looked into his eyes. They were shuttered. He was hiding from her. Fear filled her as she wondered what was running in his mind. Why didn’t he demand that she spill her guts? The look in his eyes…she would have confessed all…that closed look frightened her.
His arm around her waist tightened as he lifted her. She followed his lead and rose to her knees before slowly lowering herself onto him. She gasped then bit down on her lower lip as he slid inside her. She was so full with him…it felt wonderful! He pulled the blanket that was between them away so that they were skin to skin. She loved how the light from the fireplace bounced off his skin. It made his skin look sun kissed and exotic. And with his long black hair he looked like a pirate from the eighteen century.
He held her still when she went to move. Wrapping his hand in her hair, he tugged her head back and began kissing her lightly, branding her skin with his scorching lips. With her hands holding onto his upper arms, she closed her eyes and let the sensation of his lips on her neck, shoulders and chest and that of his hand moving all over her body in tender, but possessive caresses play a video of colorful desire behind her eyelids. She felt him on her, inside her, completely and truly possessed and she loved it.
She didn’t even open her eyes when he lay her on her back, but when he didn’t move, she did. She was about to ask him what was wrong when she caught his eyes. She was so relieved she sobbed! They were open to her and they spoke more words than Ruiz would ever permit himself to say out loud. She wanted to tell him everything would be okay, that they would figure it all out. But how could she when she wasn’t sure of that herself. So she lifted her knees tucking them against his underarms. The change in position sunk him deeper inside her and he groaned his entire body trembling but his eyes remained open and fixed in hers. She couldn’t make him any promises just yet, but she could show him how much she loved him and because of that love how hard she would fight for them.
He began to move then, their bodies dancing to the old age song of lust, love and desire and their eyes having a conversation of the heart. She felt his need his determination with each stroke inside her, with each deep kiss that he gave her and with his eyes wide open refusing to break contact like he was afraid that if he did he would completely lose her. She kept her eyes as open as her heart and instead they lost themselves in each other until their bodies were too spent to do more than wrap around each other and rest.
Chapter Seven
“Shh!” Melody said for the umpteenth time. “Jackie, detectives don’t make as much noise as you are. You want to get caught?”
Antonio had taken another room at the hotel, and thanks to Ruiz, a less extravagant one. She was surprised he didn’t make Antonio leave the hotel all together because he had made it clear to Melody he didn’t want them under the same roof. And amazingly, Anto
nio didn’t seem to care. He hadn’t threatened her or used her as leverage against Ruiz. It made her suspicious. The rat was up to something and she was going to find out what. So there they were snooping in his room while Jackie’s granddaughter stayed locked up in Melody’s room looking after Esme.
The sound of shattering glass made Melody jump, her heart in her throat. She turned to where the sound came from. “What the hell Jackie?”
Jackie shrugged slowly sweeping the broken pieces of whatever it used to be under the armoire “Don’t curse at me. It’s not my fault it fell!”
“If you can manage not to bang the draws shut maybe we can avoid breaking anything else!” she hissed and Jackie responded with an eye roll.
Melody shook her head and went back to her search. She was sure they would find something. Antonio was suspiciously secretive about his things, he always had it with him and that’s why they didn’t find anything in the room he keeps in the manager’s house when he feels like getting his rocks off by terrorizing her. He always had his stuff locked up or always carrying it around that—
“Briefcase, silver briefcase!” she exclaimed excitedly.
“Quelle?” Jackie exclaimed moving to her.
Melody went onto her knees to look under the bed. “Remember that silver briefcase that you said made him look like a drug dealer especially when he wore that god awful white suit with all those tacky gold chains, rings and watch and his over jelled hair?”
Jackie made a face and nodded. “Oui, I remember. He always left looking like that every second and fourth Friday of every month and came back looking the same way Monday morning.”
Melody looked up from under the bed and met Jackie’s suspicious gaze with her own. “You don’t think…?”
She nodded, her eyes widening with an excited glint. “Yes, I do think. Last night three dangerous looking men took a suite upstairs. Antonio catered to them personally. The maids said he was sweating bullets when he asked them if Ruiz was around. When they said no, all of a sudden he was confident, even stopped sweating!”