Chapter 6
When the firehouse is empty and seventy-five percent of my art has sold for more money than I could have ever expected because several people had bidding battles over certain pieces, I step out onto the street.
Olivia waves as she gets in her car and drives away.
I walk toward my house, my feet aching from being in heels for so long.
“You shouldn’t walk alone at night.” Jorge steps away from the side of the building.
“I’m safe enough. What are you still doing here? Shouldn’t you be running through the forest by now?” It’s well after eleven when the pack roams the woods. Now that I know about them, I’ve learned some of their habits.
“I needed to make sure you’re safe, and I don’t have to run every night.” He falls in step beside me.
“Will you tell me the thing about your past that you think will frighten me away?” I have no idea where I got the nerve to ask him the question that’s haunted me since his text messages.
He lets out an audible breath. “It’s very difficult for me to deny you anything you ask of me.”
“It doesn’t seem that way to me.” Maybe my small success tonight has emboldened me.
Keeping his hands behind his back as if restraining himself, his voice is soft, low, and full of so much pain. “My parents were murdered.”
I stop walking, and my hand goes to my chest. “No. I’m so sorry.”
“It was my fault.” He faces me, then turns away and walks on, and I follow.
Somehow, I know he didn’t kill anyone. He’s powerful, but not a sociopath. Even in the short time I’ve known him, it feels like I’ve always known him. Like he’s always been a part of my life. “How can that be possible?”
“I was out partying. I should have been home with them. If I had been a good son, it never would have happened. They were older and spoiled me. I took advantage and behaved like an idiot. They died never knowing how much I loved them.”
I feel every ounce of his pain and my tears are unstoppable. “I’m certain they knew you loved them. Was there a trial? Did they catch who did it?”
His voice is a whisper. “They found no one and decided I may have done it to gain my parents’ money. As there was no proof, I was released but told to leave the pride. I wandered around the world for many years before I came here.”
We reach my driveway, and he stops. “Goodbye, Daile.”
“If this is the reason you think I won’t want you, you’re wrong, Jorge. I do want you. I don’t believe for an instant that you were in any way responsible for the death of your parents. You couldn’t kill anyone you love.”
“How do you know?” His eyes shine as the pupils narrow.
Stepping so I’m close enough to cup his cheek, my heart swells. “I know you. I don’t know how or why, but you’re in here.” I clutch my chest. “And you have been since the moment you came to town.”
He traces a line with his finger down the side of my neck. “I have tried to forget you these last ten days. I have commanded my mind to let you go for hours, but the panther will not, and the man is hopeless.”
“Come in the house, Jorge.” Taking his hand, I lead him up the driveway and inside.
He follows me through the living area into my bedroom. “What will you do when you’re a huge success? You won’t stay here in Montana.”
“Are you staying here? You said you’ve been moving around for years. Is this your last stop?” I pull my dress over my head and lay it over the back of the chair in the corner of the room. Desperate to get out of the shoes, I kick them across the room. In just my lace bra and panties, I face him.
His pupils widen until there’s no color left, and he scans me from head to toe. “I don’t know what the future holds. It’s one of dozens of reasons why you shouldn’t get involved with me.” He closes the distance between us.
“I am involved already.” When he makes no move to touch me, I place my hand on his chest, then skim down to the top of his black trousers. Keeping my gaze locked with his, I unbuckle his belt. My nipples harden and the scratch of the lace is maddeningly alluring. Once I have the button undone, I work my way up the buttons of his black shirt, revealing a six-pack and a smattering of dark hair that trails down in a thin line and disappears beneath the elastic of his underwear. “You’re beautiful.” I press my lips to his pectoral, just above his dark nipple.
Loving the taste and scent of him, I dare to run my tongue around his nipple and bite the taut bud gently.
A growl starts low and works its way up, rumbling in his throat.
Curious, I kiss him under his chin and along his corded neck. “Touch me before I lose my mind, Jorge.”
As if floodgates that had been holding him back are now open, he growls and wraps his arms around me. He kisses my shoulder, working his way up to my mouth where he devours me. His tongue is warm and soft, yet demanding as he explores my mouth.
A rumble of purring vibrates in his chest, and somehow makes my pussy ache even more. I break the kiss. “Why is everything so intense with you?”
“Some things cannot be explained.” He lifts me off my feet and reverently places me on the mattress. Skimming his hands down my ribs to the elastic of my panties, it’s as if he’s worshiping me.
I feel as if I may burst into flames at any moment.
Slowly he slides the scrap of lace down my thighs.
Reaching behind my back, I release my bra, slip it off, and toss it aside. “Are you going to let me see you?”
Pupils blown, he stares at me for a long moment. “I’m admiring you, Daile. I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight. I don’t want to rush this.”
While I’m glad he thinks I’m beautiful, I’m beginning to feel uncomfortable. I cover my breasts with my hands. “I would feel less on display if you were naked too.”
Caressing the outside of my thigh while standing next to the bed, he smiles. “You shouldn’t be shy about your body, not with me. He strips his shirt, shoes, and pants, then slides his black boxer briefs off.
Perfection. That’s what he is. His body is sleek and toned with lean muscles from head to toe. His cock is thick and stands proudly from his torso.
Leaning on my elbows, I angle to see more of him. My staring doesn’t seem to bother him at all. Why would it? He’s the most beautiful man on the planet. “I somehow feel more uncomfortable knowing how perfect you are.”
His lips pull up in an adorable smile. “I need to taste you.” He draws a deep breath through his nose. “You smell delicious.”
“You can smell me from there?”
“I caught your scent the first time our eyes met, sweetheart. It’s taken everything within me to stay away.” He kneels at the side of the bed and wraps his hands around my calves. “Last week when you let me touch you, pleasure you, was the greatest night of my life before tonight. When I returned home, I had to jerk off three times before I could go to sleep.”
The idea of him touching himself and thinking of me sends a tingle through my body that culminates between my legs. “Oh god.” I squeeze my thighs together and drop my head back on the mattress. “The things you say.”
Easing my legs apart, he pulls me to the edge and kisses my inner thigh. The kiss radiates heat to every molecule.
Gripping my breasts, I squeeze and open farther for him. My body seems to have a mind of its own and longs for his mouth to touch every inch of me. My hips rise.
Gently, he lifts my left leg to rest over his shoulder and then the right. Slipping his finger from below, he sides through my wetness and teases my clit. “So pretty and so wet, just for me. You must tell me what you like and what you don’t.”
I can’t imagine not loving anything he does, but I mumble an agreement while reveling in his slow sensual touch.
He licks my clit, and I arch off the bed. “Oh, god, oh.”
Slipping a finger inside me, he teases the bud again and again. “You’re like ambrosia. I’ll never get enough.”
Alternating between licking and sucking, he presses a second finger inside me, slipping them in and out.
I scream his name and explode into a million pieces while fireworks burst behind my eyelids.
Before the waves of pleasure have ebbed, I’m wrapped in his arms, and he’s saying things in Spanish that I don’t understand while kissing my hair. If I died now, I’d be perfectly happy.
As I regain my senses, the thick pressure of his cock against my thigh becomes more and more alluring. I turn into his embrace and hook my leg over his so that his shaft rides my slick folds. “I hope you’re not going to leave again after giving me so much pleasure. I can forgive it once, but not a second time.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” He joins my rhythm.
With the sensations of every slide against my clit, it’s like I didn’t just have a fantastic orgasm. “I’m not like this.”
Pausing, he meets my gaze. Those feline pupils narrow to slits. “Like what?”
“I never have more than one orgasm, but I can feel another building already. You have done something to me.” I run my fingers over his broad back, memorizing every muscle under his warm skin.
Backing up so that he’s kneeling between my bent knees, his expression is full of affection and more, but I don’t dare think about that. “Together, this is special. Giving you pleasure is everything.” He puts my ankles on his shoulders, grips my ass in both hands, and notches his thick cock at my entrance. With a low growl, he presses inside me inch by magnificent inch. It’s as if his cock is ridged and those ridges rub against the inside of my sheath, bringing every nerve ending to life.
I want to move, but his grip on my backside keeps me in place while he fills me. “That’s so good. I need all of you, Jorge.”
As he slides back, the friction increases.
Unable to stay still, I buck, dig my heels into his shoulders, and pull him in. “Oh…That’s…” My orgasm crashes and my body milks his cock.
Face strained, he remains still while my pleasure ebbs. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, but when you come apart for me, you’re a goddess.”
I lower my legs and reach for him.
As he covers me, he slides out, then in and covers my mouth with his. Fully in control, he makes love to me tenderly, until I can’t bear the pleasure anymore.
“Please, Jorge. I need more. I need harder.” I dig my nails into his back and lift my hips.
Rising to his hands, he thrusts deep, pulls out, and thrusts again and again. Giving me what I want and need and more.
I meet every move with one of my own. My body is on fire. The base of his cock rubs my clit mercilessly. I scream his name as I plummet over the edge of ecstasy.
Thrusting one last time, he fills me.
Rolling so he won’t crush me, he wraps his arms around me and kisses me. “You’re everything, Daile. I don’t deserve you, but I’ll take you for as long as you want me.”
He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. I’m always going to want him.