Chapter 2 #2
His hips jerked forward at the thought and he could only nod; words were beyond him at this moment.
He held her wrists with one hand and drew his index finger down her body, starting at her forehead.
She had a pert nose that he couldn’t help dropping a kiss on as he drew his touch down farther, over her lips and her neck and then around the full globes of each breast. He lowered his mouth to one of her nipples while he teased the other one with his fingers.
Then he moved lower, tasting her belly button ring with his tongue, and felt her undulate against him as he moved still lower.
He fanned his fingers out and cupped her, running his finger around the opening of her body and then bringing it up to tap against her clit again.
She shifted against him, her legs going wider as he brought his mouth lower, wanting—needing—to taste her.
He had to let go of her hands, but he felt enough in control that he thought that would be okay.
He was wrong.
She tasted better than anything he’d ever tasted before. He couldn’t get enough. His tongue flicked over her and then his entire mouth ate at her most intimate flesh until she shoved her hands in his hair and held his head to her body as her hips thrust upward against him.
She rocked against him again and again and then called out his name as her orgasm rolled through her.
He lifted his head and looked up her body.
Her head was thrown back and her chest was heaving, her nipples tight little buds.
Her hips were still rocking slightly, and he knew he’d never forget how she looked right now.
He moved up her body, letting his chest brush over her mound and then her stomach and her breasts.
He braced his weight with his hands on either side of her shoulders.
She opened her eyes, looking up at him with that silvery gaze of hers, but up close her eyes were silvery gray.
“Well, hello there,” she said.
“Hi.”
She twined her arms around his shoulders and leaned up to whisper directly into his ear. “Are you going to take me now?”
His hips moved against her, the tip of his erection finding her opening. He met her eyes and leaned down to kiss her, letting her taste herself on his lips.
“Yes,” he said against her mouth as he drew back his hips and drove himself deep inside her.
She was tight when he entered her, and he waited to let her adjust to his size.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and lifted her upper body so that her hard nipples brushed against his chest each time he drove into her.
He wanted her passion to build to climax again, but now that he was inside her, it was the same as being strapped into the cockpit of his race car—there was no stopping him.
The light had flashed green for go, and he had one objective in mind.
He rode her hard, driving into her again and again, and as he felt the sensation running down his back that meant he was closer and closer to his orgasm, he reached between their bodies, flicking at her clit to help her along. She arched under him, her nails digging into his shoulders.
“Inigo,” she cried.
The sound of his name on her lips triggered his orgasm and he started to come, thrusting into her until he was empty and drained. She arched against him repeatedly, and when they were both still, he rolled to his side, lying on his back next to her.
The air in the room was cool compared to the heat of her body next to his. He already wanted to be back inside her. He turned his head on the bed and found she was looking at him.
“Was that slow enough for you?” he asked teasingly.
“Yes, speedy. You were just right,” she said, rolling close to kiss him. “Want to join me in the shower?”
She trotted toward the bathroom, and he just lay there staring at the ceiling. His mother always said that fate brought people into his path when they were meant to be there. And he was struggling right now not to make this more than a New Year’s Eve hookup.
Honestly, that was all he had time for, but something about Marielle made him feel lighter, made him feel...stronger. Like he could conquer anything.
It could be because it had been more than a year since he’d gotten laid, but he wasn’t convinced.
“Are you coming?” she asked, leaning around the door frame from the bathroom.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, jumping off the bed and heading toward her.
It seemed like it might be her and not just sex. But then, one night wasn’t going to change his life. His mom might be a big believer in fate, but he’d never seen its proof in his life.
He showered with Marielle, taking his time to wash her, making sure he explored all the places on her body that he might have missed when he’d made love to her earlier.
They did it again in the shower and then dried off and curled up in the big king-size bed in the guesthouse.
He held her in his arms as she slept and watched her.
Tomorrow everything would be different. The holidays weren’t officially over until January 2, but he had a session at the simulation track and if this was going to be the year he unseated the current champion, then this night was all he’d have with her.
He watched the clock and held her, pretending for a moment that things were different, but as much as he enjoyed having her in his arms, he knew that he wanted something more from life.
He wanted the title of champion, and these emotions she stirred in him would distract him from his goal. Something he couldn’t allow.
Besides, if they were really fated to be together, then she’d come back into his life at another time.
He drifted off to sleep just before dawn and only woke when his alarm went off at ten in the morning. Marielle rolled over and looked up at him from under tousled hair. “Why is your alarm going off?”
“I have a family breakfast. Do you want to come with me and meet the gang?” he asked. “Scarlet will be there.”
“Yes, I think I would. I better dash out to my car and grab my overnight bag so I have something to wear other than last night’s dress,” she said.
“Why do you have an overnight bag in your car?” he asked.
“Just in case. I liked to be prepared. If I get too tipsy to drive, I can always stay at Scarlet’s,” she said as she got out of bed and stretched before pulling on her dress.
“I like that dress,” he said.
“I do too, but it’s really better for nighttime,” she said.
“Agreed. Which car is yours? I’ll get your bag,” he said. She told him, and he went out to retrieve it.
They got dressed together, which was fun. He wanted her again, but he didn’t want to give in to the craving, so he forced himself to make do with a kiss and held her hand as they walked to the main house. But as they entered the house, they didn’t exactly receive the warmest of greetings.
“Oh my God. Who invited her?” Bianca said, standing up from her seat as they entered the enormous living area. There was anger in her voice. Inigo wasn’t sure who Bianca was referring to at first but noticed she was staring at Marielle.
“What’s going on?” he asked his sister.
“I should be asking you that. What are you doing with Jose’s mistress?”