Chapter 26
ALEX
When I return to the bedroom after going outside to bring the food and wine back in, I find Emilia under the covers.
All languid, hair tousled, absentmindedly touching her fingers to her lips as she stares out the window.
That mental image is going in the memory bank.
Along with every single other thing that’s happened tonight.
I pick her skirt up from off the floor, place it on a chair along with the discarded shirt that I brought from the kitchen.
Then I take my pants off and climb into bed beside her, propping my head up with one hand and caressing the smooth skin of her arm with the other.
She doesn’t stop looking out the window, and I like that she isn’t all clingy.
But I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop touching her.
“I like that tree outside your window. There was a eucalyptus tree in front of the house I grew up in. I used to read under it.”
“The view of that tree is my favorite thing about this room. Second favorite, after having you in it.”
Christ. If some guy said that in a script I was reading, I would cross it out with a red pen and write give me a fucking break in the margin. But it’s true. I like having her in here.
“I’m so embarrassed that you just said that out loud,” she snickers while turning to face me. Her blue eyes are glistening. She reaches for my face and kisses my forehead.
“Are you crying?”
“No. Shut up. You are.” She blinks rapidly.
“You made my eyeballs orgasm, so they’re still a little moist, that’s all.
” She sighs and touches my cheek. “And I’m just so glad I’m here.
I spent so many hours of my life lying in bed with my ex in Paso Robles, staring out the window and feeling guilty about secretly wishing I was somewhere else.
With someone else.” She takes a deep breath before continuing. “I like being here with you.”
“You can stay the night.” I push the stray strands of hair from her face and press a kiss to her cheek. “I don’t have to be anywhere until ten tomorrow. We’re having brunch at my friend’s house.”
I watch her decide what to say, and my cock and I know before she even opens her mouth that I’m going to sleep alone tonight. “I shouldn’t leave my dog alone overnight. I’m taking him to the library tomorrow morning, so I need him to be calm.”
“So your dog does know how to read.”
She laughs. “He’s a therapy dog. Kids read to him.”
I prop myself up on both elbows. “Explain.”
“Kids who are shy or nervous about reading sometimes feel more comfortable reading to a dog. Or anything that they feel isn’t judging them.
They have read-to-a-dog programs all over the country.
We did it in Paso Robles. I started taking him to the library here.
He just lies down in a corner and kids take turns reading to him, in private. It’s really sweet.”
“I love that. That is the best excuse I’ve ever heard for fucking and running.”
She gives me a light arm punch for that. “I’m not running. And I don’t believe any woman has ever given you an excuse to leave your bed.”
“Obviously not. I mean, I’m one of the hottest bachelors in Hollywood, but I’ve heard stories about excuses. From less-hot Hollywood bachelors… Don’t go yet. Did you want to eat? We can go downstairs, or I can bring it up.”
“Not yet,” she says, sitting up. “I’m not quite done with you.”
My cock and I are very optimistic again all of a sudden. “No?”
She dips down to kiss my chest and then straddles my waist. I’m looking up at her sweet face through a curtain of blonde hair and she’s biting her lower lip, and I already know that I’m going to feel extra lonely when she’s gone.
I don’t ever want her to be done with me.
She sweeps her nipples across my chest before straightening her back and reaching behind her ass to where I am already standing at attention for her.
With a flick of her neck, her hair flies over one shoulder, and now I really prefer this view to the one out my window.
I squeeze her ass. “Fuck. Miss Stiles. I like what you’re doing with your hand down there.”
“Do you? Well, you know, I’m one of the hottest teachers in Silver Lake.”
“Oh, you’re the hottest. In the entire surrounding area, including Los Feliz, I’m sure of it.”
“Oh really?” One of her hands grips me a little tighter, and she reaches the other one around to do something amazing to the head of my cock.
“All of LA county, in fact.” I manage to say.
“Well, let’s not exaggerate, Mr. Vega.” She gently slides a hand down to my balls and squeezes her thighs and her ass tight, and fucking hell I just like this woman so much.
I try to lift myself up to kiss her, but she leans back.
Little tease. She bites her lip again. I want to bite that lip.
But I also want her to keep doing what she’s doing.
And she does.
For another few seconds or a minute, or maybe an hour, I have no idea.
I refuse to come until I’m inside her again, but I’m so ready.
She is bathed in moonlight now, and every inch of her silky, slender naked body should be kissed. By me. With the reverence and urgency of an eager student, but I lie here in silent awe of her. Falling slowly and hard and fast all at once. I want her. This is who I want.
“Why don’t you reach inside that drawer,” she says, her voice so husky. She is the star and director of this scene, and I am here to support her in any way I can.
She raises herself up as I retrieve a condom, and then I watch her roll it on, and then I watch her position herself over me.
“Are you ready?” she asks, smirking.
Little vixen.
“You could say that, yeah.”
She circles her hand around the base of my shaft and lowers herself, slowly, so slowly. For a few seconds or a minute or maybe an hour, I have no idea. But I can’t tear my eyes away from that place where we connect.
“Fuck. Baby.”
“It’s good,” she whispers. “So fucking good.”
She is definitely my kind of girl.
When she’s taken me in, as deep as I can get, we’re both still and silent.
Holding our breaths together and then releasing them with a shudder and a moan.
I’ll admit, I had wondered what would be left between us, if you took away the banter and the tension.
It’s this. This quiet connection that’s as sweet as it is intense. And hot. It’s really fucking hot.
She rolls her hips, slowly at first. Her head is tilted back, her eyes are shut, her lips are parted, and even though I’m inside her, it’s not close enough.
I reach for her face. I don’t want to let go of her soft, rounded hip, but I need to touch that beautiful face.
“Eres tan hermosa,” I mutter, stroking her jaw with the back of my fingers.
Because “you’re so gorgeous” isn’t enough either, and someone else has probably already said it to her.
“Alejandro,” she whispers. And she takes my thumb into her mouth, sucking on it, like that time in her classroom.
Only this time there’s no frosting and more hunger and there’s no pulling away from it.
She starts grinding against me, rocking back and forth, and makes the slightest movement with her hand. Trying to get me to sit up, and I do.
My tongue replaces my thumb in her mouth, and I maneuver us to the edge of the bed so my feet are on the floor and she can wrap her arms and legs around me, and we can kiss and kiss like this.
For seconds or minutes or hours. Some switch has been flipped, and she is on fire now.
Still, she alternates fast and hot movements with slow and steady so I don’t come too quick.
She’s a goddess, and I wish I had more hands and mouths to savor her with, but I massage and squeeze and drag my fingernails and lick and suck and bite every part of her that I can access.
Her back’s arching and she’s tense and pulsating and undulating and grasping at me, and I will keep thrusting and hang on until her pained moans and cries of pleasure subside.
Watching her become more sexually confident and then fall apart like this, in the throes of ecstasy, is the best Christmas present I will ever get.
She combs her fingers through my hair and kisses me hard, breathless, and I know she wants me to come now. She wraps her arms tight around my back, and I do. Long and hard and breathless and just so fucking grateful.
I empty myself until there can’t possibly be anything left except the silent connection again. Sweet and intense, and exhausted. More than anything else and still not enough.
Her heart’s beating furiously against mine and her heavy breaths are an erotic song of satisfaction in my ear, and I will stay here like this.
Still inside her, still holding her, until she pulls away from me.
It’s not like being struck by lightning.
It’s more like drowning and being saved at the same time.
Miss Stiles has claimed every part of me, including my heart, and it’s full again.