20. Wynter
Wynter
F or the past two days, I was just Basilio’s girl.
I didn’t complain.
He told me stories about his cousins and sister. I told him stories about Juliette, Davina, and Ivy. But we both stuck to general comments. Maybe it was a lucky coincidence or maybe it was self-preservation. I had no idea.
I even flipped on the TV, then played a marathon of Good Girls . He laughed because I fast-forwarded through a lot of parts. I just need the bottom line , I told him grinning. I was the happiest girl in the world at that very moment.
I regularly never had time to watch TV or keep up with the shows, and I knew if I didn’t finish it, I wouldn’t for the foreseeable future.
So he humored me and went along, though it wasn’t exactly his kind of show.
Admittedly, we got distracted through some of it.
We kissed. We touched, but he didn’t take it further than that.
Trust me, I tried. When he sat against the headboard, his white shirt unbuttoned and his tie loosely hanging around his collar, I drooled.
His abs were mouth-watering. And I couldn’t resist his tattoo playing peekaboo with me.
It was a peculiar tattoo and it resembled the skull that was above Priest’s club, right below the Kingpins of The Syndicate sign.
I explored it, trailing my fingers over every hard inch of him.
Until it got so hot, I thought I’d combust. He was hard too; I could see the outline of his hard length pushing against his pants.
My heart fluttered with expectation and uncertainty as I slid my hand down and cupped his erection through his pants.
He let out a rough groan, while his eyes darkened and encouraged me, I reached for his belt.
My pussy throbbed with the need to feel him inside me and his hands gripped my curls, pushing them out of the way.
He pressed himself further into my palm, his hard length big and hot through the fabric. He was thick and big and so damn perfect.
I pressed my lips to his neck. His hot skin burning my lips and his taste imbedding itself into my bloodstream. I went lower, skimming my mouth over his stomach and kissing his hard abs. Then I licked his skin, right above his undone belt that I couldn’t even remember unbuckling.
A rumble escaped his chest.
“Wynter,” he groaned as I attempted to slip my fingers into his boxers. He grabbed my wrist, then jumped off the bed.
Then he cupped my face and kissed me. “It’s late and you’re tired.”
“I’m not that tired,” I protested, shaking my head.
His thumb brushed my cheek. “If you’re awake when I’m out of the shower-”
The meaning lingered in the air as he headed for the bathroom while I admired his backside. A man shouldn’t be allowed to have such a fine ass.
I shifted over, determined to stay awake while I watched Good Girls and the women get into even more trouble than my friends and I. My eyelids grew heavy but I rubbed my eyes, the sound of the shower still running.
“He’ll be out any moment,” I whispered to myself, closing my eyes for just a second and sleep took me under. It was the downfall of waking up at the crack of dawn or even earlier.
I woke up with my cheek pressed against his warm chest and his arm wrapped around me. There might have been some drooling involved on my part, but I quickly wiped it away. I remained in his arms, relishing in his body heat and his steady heartbeat thumping under my ear. So strong and confident.
Waking up this way, I wanted to ditch my jogging session and stay in bed longer. To enjoy this moment. But it was hard breaking the habit and guilt of skipping the vigorous exercise. I had miles to burn. A medal to win. Records to break… and shit like that.
I shifted to get out and Bas stirred, his eyes finding mine and my lips curved into a smile. God, nobody had ever made me smile like him. I could get used to waking up next to him. I could get used to this.
“Where are you going?” he demanded to know.
I sighed. “I have ten miles to burn.”
He cocked his eyebrow, then checked the time. “At five A.M.?”
I shrugged, then jumped out of bed before temptation got the better of me.
As I changed out of my pjs and into jogging shorts and a sports bra, his eyes never wavered from me.
His intense gaze burned through me, setting sparks to my insides and for the first time in my life, I was grateful for a toned body.
Maybe I should push my butt out, twerk it or something, I mused silently and pondered how I could pull it off gracefully.
“I’m coming with you,” he announced as he jumped out of bed and startled me out of my twerking plan.
“Stay in bed,” I protested.
“Fuck no,” he growled. “I’m not staying in bed while my girl is jogging at the crack of dawn.”
It was impossible to resist him so we ran ten miles together and managed to impress each other. After our jog, we showered and went to the beach.
It had been one of the best days ever.
When we got back to the hotel, he met with his cousin and I took a shower. Afterwards, we had a dinner date at one of the fancy restaurants.
And now we waited for the elevator to take us to our hotel suite. It was our last night before we’d get back to New York City.
The elevator door dinged, then opened. We stepped in together, his palm on the small of my back. A tight sensation wrapped around my lungs. I didn’t want to leave Philadelphia without having Bas. I needed him to know I wanted him.
“Bas?” I met his gaze bravely, my heart drumming and pulse throbbing between my legs.
“Hmmm?” His shoulders were relaxed. His eyes were hungry on me. But he refused to make a move. Then his words from our first date came back to me.
I want your lips, your pussy, and your body because you want to give it, Wynter. Not because you want to repay a debt.
Maybe I hadn’t explicitly told him I wanted him and he was waiting for that. I stepped into his space and took his tie between my fingers. He always seemed to wear a three-piece-suit. I remembered hearing Killian joke about the Italians and their three-piece-suits.
Rising to my tiptoes, I pressed my lips to his jawline, the stubble rough against my lips. My insides shuddered with delight. I loved feeling his hard chest against my body. His spicy scent. I inhaled a deep breath of his scent. He smelled so good. Nobody would ever smell as good as him.
I kissed a line down his throat, growing dizzy from his smell.
“I want you,” I breathed out my admission. “So much that I ache for you.”
He stilled, his gaze heavy and dark. It burned, as if I stood in front of a fireplace, the flames licking my skin, threatening to burn me alive. And still, I was unable to move, letting the fire consume me.
Then in one swift move, he grabbed the back of my neck and his mouth pressed on mine. He kissed me deep and slow, setting my body aflame. Hot desire burned through my body as I pressed myself against his. His kiss was all-consuming and my hands wrapped around him.
He pulled away and I whimpered my protest.
“Bas, please,” I moaned, leaning forward.
“Not here,” he rasped, his eyes burning coals. The elevator door dinged, his arm around my waist, as we rushed into our suite.
The second we entered, a soft gasp tore through me as I glanced around the room mesmerized.
The whole suite was decorated with red and white roses, and candles flickering, giving the entire room a romantic feel.
“Who… what-” I couldn’t form a question.
“Our first time together will be special, Wynter Star.” His words sent warmth through my body, they burned in my chest and made my heart race. I loved this guy. Whether it was a crush or true love, he made me happy. He made me feel alive.
We stood eye to eye; his lips so close to mine, I could feel his hot breath fanning my lips. I had fallen under Bas’ spell and nothing could pull me away.
My fingers roamed over the fabric of his three-piece-suit, feeling his muscles beneath. I took a step backwards, my fingers gripping his jacket and he followed. Another step back. He followed again.
“No matter where you go, Wynter,” he rasped. “I’ll always follow.”
My chest swelled. I learned not to let my emotions show over the years. My mother always said it was unbecoming. It showed weakness to the world. Yet, at this very moment, my emotions were so strong, tears stung the back of my eyes.
I had never wanted anyone or anything as much as I did this man. Figure skating included. Nothing ever matched the intensity of these feelings.
It scared me and thrilled me at the same time. We had barely gotten started and I felt so much for him.
“Bas?”
His mouth touched mine and my eyes fluttered closed, inhaling his scent deep into my lungs. When his mouth tugged on my lower lip gently, I moaned my approval. Then we kissed, hungry and desperate. Our hot, needy breaths mingling.
The kiss stopped too quickly. “Yes.”
My fingers tangled into his hair, tugging him closer to me. I needed him like the desert needed water.
“I’m falling for you,” I admitted softly against his lips.
His body stilled for a split second. A heartbeat passed. “I have already fallen for you.”
Later, much later, I’d realize I had already given this man my heart long before I realized.
I drowned in his dark gaze, finding safety in them I never thought possible. His tongue swept over my bottom lip and before I even realized what was happening, my body pressed against his, greedy for him.
“Don’t ever leave, Wynter,” he murmured, brushing his nose against mine.
I couldn’t promise him that. Not yet. My heart wanted to stay with him forever, but I knew there were things I had to resolve. But I couldn’t think about that now.
So I gave him everything but words. Pushing my hands up his back, I roamed my palms over his muscles, feeling them contract under his suit.
He was kissing me with the sweetest pull as he captured my top lip gently between his.
My mouth parted and a moan climbed up my throat.
My heartbeat danced happily and I lost myself in the sensation.
My tongue brushed against his lower lip and a groan came from deep in his chest. His hands tightened around me and he deepened the kiss. His tongue slid between my lips and explored my mouth. Every single inch of it.
He cupped the back of my head, angling my head as he kissed me harder and deeper. My pulse thundered in my ears and my chest. He was consuming me and I happily let him. He was the air in my lungs.
“I love you.” The words slipped. His dark gaze sought out mine and I held it. A shiver rolled through me, worried I’d ruined the moment. But I wouldn’t take the words back.
I didn’t know if it was an infatuation kind of love or the kind that stayed with you forever. All I knew was that I wanted to give him everything I had and take his all. Protect him. Love him. Make him laugh. I wanted to share it all with him.
“Are you sure?” I locked eyes with him and nodded. I never did anything halfway, and I wouldn’t start now.
“Yes.” If he didn’t want my love, now was the time for him to say it.
“I love you too.” His nose touched mine, brushing against it back and forth. Then he pressed his forehead to mine, his eyes boring into me. “It’s like you’re a part of me and I have been looking for you all along.”
My soul trembled at such a beautiful admission.
Then his lips took mine again as he lifted me up and walked me over to the bed filled with roses.