Chapter 13 Ayanna #2
The way he looked over me, committing every inch of my body to memory had me feeling like I was going to melt right into the damn hardwood floor.
The sensual way his eyes devoured me was.
.. intoxicating. I was one thousand percent sure, that if he could spread me open like a buffet, before we left this home.
.. he’d feast and leave not a single fucking crumb.
The silence between us was almost tangible.
Shit... why am I so hot?
My fingers rested on the fabric of my top where I struggled to discreetly fan myself. He was doing it to me... again. Making me feel things I shouldn’t feel, in places I had no business feeling.
“Let me borrow Yanna for just a minute, ladies.” He said to the room but never took his eyes off me.
Before either of them could respond or I could fully process, Teo’s hand was wrapped around my waist, guiding me to the door leading to the balcony.
I glanced back at Sophia and Tasha. They weren’t saying a word, but their smirks told me everything I needed to know.
Somehow, these two, who’d only just met, were silently communicating like old friends, and snickering under their breath with shared amusement.
I playfully rolled my eyes, but the small smile tugging at my lips betrayed how much I liked the idea of them getting along—or maybe it was how much I liked the idea of having this moment alone with Teo.
The minute he slid the balcony door shut the muffled giggles of Sophia and Tasha faded into the background, and all that could be heard was the gentle movement of the leaves, and maybe a few insects buzzing around.
One hand still rested on my waist, his thumb brushing circles against my skin mindlessly while his other tugged at the end of my hair, twisting a strand around his finger.
“You changed your hair?” he smiled, his hazel eyes piercing me in the way they always had. “I like it.”
“Yeah,” I beamed. “I wanted something different for the wedding.”
“It suits you,” he murmured, before dropping his hand to fully embrace me. There was this long moment of silence. Even though only seconds passed, it seemed like minutes.
“You’re quiet. You know that makes me nervous.”
He still said nothing, deciding instead to back me against the balcony door, and press his body against mine. I could feel everything. His imposing body, his prominent print, hell, even his steady breath blowing softly against my lips. “You’re absolutely gorgeous. You know that?”
I did, but it felt different coming from him when he looked at me like I was his only peace and sole source of sustenance.
“I chose this with you in mind. I hoped you’d like it,” I told him breathlessly, lifting my arms around his neck.
Fighting my attraction had gotten me nowhere, so I decided to surrender and let my body guide my actions into doing what felt natural.
If he was surprised by my decision, he didn’t show it.
Instead, his hands fell from my waist, one to my inner thighs and another to my ass.
A low growl echoed through the expansive gardens the instant he felt the bare skin.
“You like seeing me tortured, huh? Walking around looking like this, knowing I can’t have you the way I want... at least, not yet.”
His hand gripped my ass possessively, pulling me flush against him so I could feel exactly how affected he was.
It was thick and hard, resting against my center.
“You’re not making it easy to leave.” My breath hitched. “I thought you said you was going to behave.”
“I’m not?” His eyebrows raised, as his hand crawled up my thigh, the tips of his fingers dragged sensually over my skin.
“No, you’re definitely not.”
“Hmm. If I remember correctly, I said, ‘I’ll stay out of y’all’s way, Amore.’ And I will. After I make you cum for me. Can I do that for you? Make you cum.” His eyes turned from light hazel to a deep, smoldering amber. “I’ve been wanting to for days.”
His hand hovered over the metal button on my shorts, waiting for my permission.
Yep, he was trying to ruin me.
My head nodded unconsciously. “Please,” I almost begged.
His hand slipped into my shorts, then into my panties. “Abbi pietà” He muttered, almost painfully when his finger plunged into my slick walls.
I gasped at the intrusion. Not one, but two fingers filled me, curling just right to draw out a desperate moan. Pumping in, then out. Slowly. Torturously. And so aware of the effect he had on me.
“How’re you already this wet for me? Hmm?” He murmured so close to my lips. “It’s a fuckin’ flood down here.”
My body curled into him instinctively at his words.
My nipples were... hard, poking through the white fabric.
The cool breeze made it worse. Almost needier.
His gaze dipped. A wry smile crept up his face before his thumb glided over one stiff nipple.
It was slow and knowing, while he declared, “One day, you’re gonna let me have all of you.
Not just your body, Amore. Your trust. Your heart.
” My pussy thumped as he slowly and methodically pumped his digits in and out.
When his thumb flicked at my pearl, my low moans became soft cries. My eyelids fell and my head fell back to meet the door. I lost the fight and completely surrendered to the pleasure.
“Open your eyes, Amore. Don’t hide from me.” He placed a soft kiss at the curve of my neck before dragging his nose along my skin, and breathing me in. “I wanna see.”
My response was a soft whimper and a low cry, but I obeyed. Because why not?
Not when he was looking at me with his lips tucked between his teeth. Or when his gaze was so fucking intoxicating and gripping.
“When was the last time you came?” he asked again.
I didn’t answer. Didn’t want to admit that it was last night, with thoughts of him guiding my hands.
His fingers slipped out. Then, a firm, wet swat landed right against my pussy. Not punishing, but firm enough to make me gasp and make my knees buckle.
“Oh... damn... you like that?” He chuckled softly.
“How long Amore? A day?” He did the same motion again.
“Two days?” He plunged his finger back in.
This time moving with an urgency that left me breathless.
I could only nod, unable to form coherent words as pleasure overwhelmed me. He was relentless.
“Fuck.” My walls began to spasm around his fingers.“Last night.”
That revelation only fueled him. “Did you think of me...when you touched yourself? Pleased yourself… were you wondering what my hands could do? Where they could get lost? How they could make you feel like this?” He punctuated his last point with a scorching kiss.
It was deep, full of passion, and with the sole purpose of swallowing my moans as I came all over his fingers.
“I could clean that up... but you’re not ready for that” He pulled his hands from my panties then eased his drenched fingers into his mouth with a cocky grin. “Yeah, I’d lick that clean. Sweet.”
I was still catching my breath, my body trembling against the door, when he started adjusting my shorts like nothing had happened. Smoothing down the fabric, making sure everything was back in place.
“Sham will be your driver tonight,” he said casually, his tone completely business-like as he fixed the straps on my top. “He’ll stay out of your way, but he won’t be far.”
I blinked at him, slowly. I was still trying to process the orgasm, and the fact that he really brought me to ecstasy on the balcony of his home. His smug gaze let me know while he enjoyed every minute of playing in my pussy, this was also purposeful.
He in fact was not behaving. Or playing fair.
“Are you serious right now?”
He looked up with that cocky smirk plastered on his face, knowing exactly what he was doing. “What?”
“You just—” I gestured between us, words failing me. “Are something else. You know that?”
His smirk deepened. “I think you like it.” He stepped back, now giving me space. “Seriously, I need you to be safe tonight. I got a few things I need to handle, and I can’t do that if I’m worried about you. Sham will know what to do. And know how important you are to me.”
Knowing that he was used to me pushing back, I understood why he was telling me this.
I was aware of the stakes...knew that someone had threatened my life.
Knew he’d been taking care of business all week.
I’d be a fool to expect minimal security, even out here where it was presumably safer.
Sure, the attack happened back in Georgia, but I wasn’t naive.
Our enemies had the means and resources to find me anywhere.
So, as much as I wanted to argue — would’ve argued — I complied.
“Okay.” I tilted my head back to meet his gaze.
He didn’t immediately respond, like there was more on his mind. This time the lust was gone and was replaced with a hint of something else... worry, maybe, but not the kind tied to fear. No, Teo feared no one.
This was different.
It was the kind of worry that came from not being able to control an outcome... or perhaps knowing something I didn’t.
My eyebrows raised. “Is there something going on that you’re not telling me?”
The tightening of his jaw gave me my answer. There was something, but he didn’t want to say. He pressed his forehead against mine. “That’s not what this is about. Tonight is about you... having fun.”
“I know, but I want you to tell me anyway.”
He sighed, giving in to my request. “Found that nigga Jeremy. He’s hiding out in Jersey.”
“How did you find this out?” I asked, recalling about how both Teo and my brother had been looking for Jeremy since the attack on my boutique.
Up until today, they had no leads. He’d gone ghost. Jersey was a strange place to hide out considering my future husband had a strong chokehold on that region.
It made me wonder if being so close had anything to do with me? Or if he was truly trying to lay low.
If it was the latter, he had to have a death wish.