24
VALENTINA
W ho the fuck am I right now? I’m a ready and willing passenger?
It sounded saucy and seductive in my head, but now I want to punch my own goddamn face for being so stupid. I wouldn’t be surprised if Nic bursts out laughing and tosses me out. Why would he want me when I’m sure he has a little black book of women who will moan just the way he wants back home.
My doubts, my worries, fade away when he shows me exactly why he’s paid the big bucks.
A strong arm wraps around my waist while the other pushes us over, switching our positions. When he dives back in, he skips my mouth all together and latches onto my nipple. Everything happens in seconds as if he’s starved.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful Valentina.” His words tickle my neck as he climbs to take my mouth once more.
The calloused tips of his fingers scratch my tender breasts and dammit do I want more. I want to know what they feel like sliding inside of me. I long to feel them tap that little button that has been dormant for far too many days.
This man who rushes up and down the football field, flying through air to catch balls, and dodging men barreling their way at him, is now taking his sweet ass time getting to where I want him to be.
I thought I wanted things slow, but the moisture is now running down my thighs, just waiting to be sampled. Without waiting any longer, I take his hand and drag it down, stopping between my legs and pausing all progress.
His eyes pop open and his lips stall against mine. His warm bronze eyes are wide and full of…is that fear? He looks like a man who just came face to face with a grizzly bear. I continue to slide his hands beneath my panties and he hisses when he touches the bare skin.
The pounding of his heart against mine begins to fall in beat and we both know that once we take this last step, there’s no coming back. It will be the levee that breaks the dam and sends the flood waters raging.
Literally .
He dips his fingers inside of my weeping pussy and I buck my hips, needing more.
“Greedy girl. What happened to the spine of steel?”
I claw at his back, begging him to keep going. “Even the strongest of steel can bend with enough heat.”
A low gravely growl sends a direct hit to my clit and it starts to buzz. This is absolutely unreal. The man hasn’t even rolled over it and already I’m ready to explode. If that isn’t some kind of super power then I don’t know what is.
Two long fingers plunge in and out, drawing the orgasm that sits on the threshold closer to the edge. They scissor and dig, deeper with each thrust. He pulls a moan that seems to be rooted in my belly, and replies by rolling my clit with his thumb.
“Oh my god. Right there,” I pant.
This is almost embarrassing. I’m like a teenage boy, losing his virginity and unable to hold on for just a minute longer. But he’s making it so difficult to linger between the two realms.
I grind my hips, gyrating my hips. “Give me more, mi Reina. Give me everything.”
My hand clutches his wrist and I direct him to just the right spot I need. I rub faster and harder until I feel the wave wash over me.
“Yes, oh god, yes.” Tears fill behind my tightly squeezed eyes.
They dare not fall, but I guess deprivation causes an array of emotions. Relief, disbelief, elation, maybe even a little anger for being so stubborn and not allowing me to seek such pleasure. Not even on my own. It was a full and total shut down.
My body convulses, my brain tangled somewhere in the clouds, and I feel my soul somewhere in the atmosphere between here and there.
I arch my back, forcing my head into the mattress and my tits high, ripe for the taking.
And take Nic does. Practically my entire breast in his mouth, sucking and biting.
When feeling returns to my finger and toes, I grasp for the breath I kept just out of reach.
Sweat beads along my hairline and my eyes feel like they weigh a hundred pounds.
Maybe it’s because it’s been a lengthy six months since I felt this way, but I’m pretty sure this is the best orgasm I’ve had.
I suddenly feel empty and hollow when Nic pulls himself free. Gradually I roll my eyes open and witness his mouth wrapped tight around his finger. He rumbles with satisfaction, enjoying the fruits of his labor.
Jesus . Someone remind me why I was fighting this again.
“End of the first quarter.”
I pop up on my elbows, almost head butting him. “Did you just reference football to sex?”
That cocky smirk that makes things tingle and vibrate shows up. “Would you rather I talk in engineering terms? Foundation laid, now on to framing. Or perhaps cooking. Appetizer served, get ready for the main course.”
“Oh my god,” I laugh and smoosh my hand to his gorgeous face and shove him away. “If it’s the end of the first quarter, how about a water break?”
“Good thinking. We’ll need the hydration. And when the game is over…time to hit the showers.”
Game? Is that what this is? Or maybe he’s looking for a permanent spot on my team. I guess time will tell.
I sit back in Nico’s car, exhausted from our trip and the delayed flight home, but also relaxed and refreshed.
The remaining two days in Cozumel were much like the first two.
Adventures, laughing, enjoying the company, and kisses shared during the quiet moments.
Saturday was a repeat of Friday, Nic helping me touch the sky over and over until I faded into my dreams. I’m not quite ready for actual sex, but we both got more than we planned when the trip began.
A warm hand lays on my thigh and my head lols, turning to look at the handsome man that I tried to deny. What a silly woman I was to think I could escape his allure. I feel like I owe Carrigan an apology. She was one hundred percent correct. It’s impossible.
“Do you want to come to my place and we can order dinner?” He asks me, his fingers dancing across my skin.
With a sigh I tell him, “I wish I could, but I have an early morning call with a city official about some bri-you know what. I can’t tell you. I just have an early call. Raincheck?”
The sad puppy dog face returns and I really want to give in and say yes, but I need to be a responsible adult. The one I was before this trip who I almost left in Mexico because she didn’t want to come back to the real world.
“That’s probably for the best,” he adds.
“If you came over, we’d probably stay up late watching a movie and then I’d make you dessert and we both know that would lead to breakfast.” I punch his thick arm and he laughs, grabbing my hand and bringing it to his mouth for a soft kiss.
“What do you say, we have dinner at my house on Tuesday? I’ll give you forty-eight hours to get all your work done, but then I’m stealing you away for at least the night. ”
I can only nod because he makes it so difficult to say no.
I really hate the way I sound right now, because I am not that needy girl who needs attention 24/7.
I am most definitely not the kind of woman who requires a hundred texts and heart eyes emojis throughout the day to make me feel secure.
A five minute conversation once a day is more than sufficient.
But something about this man has me throwing all of my logic out of the window.
I mean, it’s not like I won’t see him on Sunday for the game, and he already bugs the hell out of me, asking questions and popping in to feed me.
My body and my heart aren’t currently receiving messages, so those reminders that he’s no good for me just go to spam.
We turn down a busy downtown street, getting closer to my place, and I feel a sense of disappointment. I could very easily invite him up and he’d stay the night, holding me in his arms like he did the last two nights of our trip. But that’s dangerous and I can’t make it so easy for him.
With a deep inhale I push away the little voice telling me just do it and reach for my phone in my purse. “Your car literally smells like a football. Did you order some special leather, or something?”
“No special leather, but what a great idea. I’ll have to remember that for my next car,” he says with a smirk.
We pull up to the front of my building and he motions for me to stay seated while he comes around the vehicle to let me out. My suitcase is grabbed from the trunk, and he holds out his hand to help me from my seat like a gentleman.
From the corner of my eye, I see Stephan watching us.
“I don’t think you should walk me to my door,” I tell Nic, stopping him in his tracks.
“If you walk me up, then I’m going to let you in.
And if I let you in then you’ll end up in my bedroom.
And if I let you in my bedroom, we both know where that will lead. ”
“I don’t see anything wrong with that.” He winks with a glint in his eye, because he knows my words are true. “Okay. Fine. I’ll leave you to yourself and call you later. Yes?”
I nod my head and he takes my face in his large hands. He pulls me to him and kisses me, making me feel like I’m floating on a cloud of cotton candy. His lips are firm and he coaxes my mouth open. Admittedly, it isn’t too difficult.
Our kiss ends and my eyes flutter open to find his staring intensely at me. “Good night, mi Reina.”
His thumb swipes across my bottom lip and I press a kiss to it.
He walks backwards until his back hits his car, then he’s guiding himself around the car until he’s tucked inside and driving off.
With the handle gripped tightly in my hand, I wheel my suitcase to the large doors that Stephan holds open for me, grinning like he knows a secret.
“Don’t judge me,” I say with faux cruelty.
“No judgment from me, Ms. San Ramón. I think it looks good on you.” My feet screech and I blanch at his comment. “Have a good night, Valentina.”
And here I was thinking I looked quite happy. Apparently I’ve been doing a horrible job at projecting happiness in my loneliness.
It seems that I only needed a cocky football player and a weekend away to bring to light how truly miserable I’ve been.
My phone buzzes right as I open my door and I already know who it is.
Lucy: I have so much to tell you! Call me when you’re in jammies and grab a big glass of wine.
Me: Only if you grab yours. Call you in thirty minutes.
Lucy: AAAHHHH! Did Val-y girl finally get her kitty played with? I’m bringing a whole bottle.