Chapter 32
After making Javier his soup and cleaning up the kitchen, I go upstairs. The door to the room I used to stay in is open, and I notice that my things are not there.
I walk toward Rey’s room and push the button for the light, which means someone is knocking on the door. I don’t want to barge in. He might not be dressed, not that I would mind seeing him naked again. I shut my eyes tight and think of unicorns. I’m hoping it will work, but when he opens the door, he is shirtless, and unicorns become the furthest thing from my mind.
He’s in nothing except his boxers. I unconsciously bite my lip because what is a girl to do when the man she loves is standing in front of her barely dressed?
His ab muscles ripple like they want my hands. The trail of the deep V disappearing down like two valleys into the band of his boxers causes saliva to pool in my mouth.
He has a body that you wouldn’t mind working on your house or, better yet, in your house. If it meant having him over to fix and leave, I would purposely put holes in all my pipes just to watch him come over.
He steps aside, and I walk in.
Lights are on, casting a blue glow around the room, and I notice he placed my bag near his closet .
I point at my bag and give him a questioning look. He points at his bed, and I shake my head.
He wants me to sleep in his room. He pulls me by the hand inside, pushing the door close.
“I want to… hold you,” he rasps. “I’m sorry if…I hurt you.”
I shake my head again. I close my eyes and count backward from ten to zero.
“Please, Ari?” he says in a hoarse voice.
He speaks to me more and more, and I know, deep down, he’s doing it for me. He wants me to see him, and I want to tell him that I already do. I can see his beautiful soul underneath the anger.
There’s a hidden emotion in his eyes when he looks at me. I wrap my arms around him. Standing on my toes, I pull him toward me, embracing his warmth. Not wanting to ever let him go.
He walks me back, and we fall on the mattress. The soft comforter is like a soft pillow on my back.
I give him a sultry smile. His eyes never leave mine. His mouth parts. He looks down between us. He swallows thickly and says, “You're...beautiful. Preciosa .”
“When was the last time you spoke?" I sign. “Before me.”
He straddles me and signs, “Thirteen. When my father left and never came back. He left because he didn’t want to raise a deaf son.”
Tears fill my eyes, but I blink them away.
I touch his neck and lean down to suck each spot gently, and with every place my lips feel, I place a tender kiss like taking pieces of the different flavors belonging to him in my mouth. His hands slide down my waist, and I arch against him, wanting to take all his hurt and pain.
He groans when my hands land on his pecs, and I caress his chest slowly down to his abs. He pushes my hands, pinning them hard over my head with his hand. His nostrils flare, and I can tell he is trying to control himself when I feel his hard erection pressing roughly between my legs.
I can feel him shake, his other hand gripping my thigh. He holds me tight in this position. I should be scared, but I wasn’t because I knew the tenderness he hid underneath. He thinks he isn’t good enough to deserve love because the person he loved and admired growing up abandoned him.
I could never abandon him if he wanted me. If he chose me.
He releases my hands. I caress the side of his cheek and his jaw and say slowly, “Your voice is beautiful.”
His lips find mine, and we kiss while his hand pulls my leggings and underwear down my thighs. He pushes my shirt over my ribs, marking my skin with his fingers. He dips his head, licking the marks with his tongue. He finds my bare breasts. He sucks and grazes my nipples with his teeth. My arms lift, and he removes my shirt, and I’m completely naked.
I feel fragile like a small flower under his gaze as he devours my body with his eyes. I writhe and tremble. He’s real. His body is hard and sculpted. A landscaper of hard lines and edges. Raw power capable of destroying anything in his path, but he holds me by my thighs with his face between my legs.
He's the first man who’s ever wanted me this way. The first man to pleasure me with his mouth.
I don’t know what to do with my hands when my thighs tremble. I place them on my chest like it’s my first time having sex.
He knew I wasn’t a virgin, but I had only ever been with Jimmy, and it wasn’t special. It was fast, and there were times I never finished. Many times.
He looks up, and I could tell he knows. He knows I have never been kissed there. He pinches his brows like he is absorbing it. Like he is piecing the things I told him together. When he found me, I was lost like a boat adrift at sea. I surrendered to him, giving him my love and soul in the chaos of newfound love. He positions his mouth over me. I caress his cheek when he flicks his tongue, igniting every nerve ending I possess. I moan, gripping his hair and pulling at his dark strands as he devours me. I arch my back, watching the lights in his room cast shadows over the ceiling in a kaleidoscope of colors. His tongue licks every inch of me, robbing me of my breath, my voice, and my heart. I am his. Irrevocably his.
Stars explode behind my eyes when I come. I’m incapable of speaking when he looks up, his mouth wet with the taste of me on his lips.
I quiver.
“Don't look...away from me,” he says with a tremor in his voice, emotion burning in his eyes.
He holds himself above me. I touch his neck and lean down to suck each spot gently, and with every place my lips feel, I place a tender kiss like taking pieces of the different flavors belonging to him in my mouth. His hands slide down my waist, and I arch against him. He groans when my hands land on his pecs, and I caress his chest slowly down to his abs.
I trace his tattoos with my tongue, loving the feel of him under my hands. The strong muscles of his shoulders. The tip of his cock is between my thighs. He looks up for a moment, holding my gaze. My heart beat for him to take me. There was nothing between us.
His eyes slide to where my thighs are spread open, then back up to my eyes. He grips my face gently with one hand. His lips are a breath away as he enters me, hard and deep. I grip his hips, and my fingers slide over the hard muscle of his ass when he pushes into me the rest of the way. His eyes bore into mine, holding me in his gaze.
I could see the boy he was, yearning for love. Lost and alone. Losing the love he adored, seeking to be accepted as a man with all his flaws, and fearful of being abandoned. Now a man. Gorgeous and lethal. One hand clutches my ribs, the other still holding my face gently as he makes love to me, riding me like a storm with crashing waves.
He rests his forehead against mine. “Ari,” he whispers, placing both palms flat against the mattress above me when he feels me tremble right before I come like a lightning strike.
“Rey,” I moan breathlessly against his lips.
His body shakes when his hips grind into me faster and harder, matching his breaths. He comes, taking my lips with his teeth, robbing me of breath and spilling inside me.
I lean forward and slide my tongue in his mouth while he reaches with his hand over my neck, placing his thumb to feel my pulse beating. He smiles against my lips.
We feel perfect together, our bodies coming alive like a living, breathing being inside us.