“Quaid.”
I smile. The possessive bastard inside of me celebrates at the fact that it’s my name she’s saying. Not Carter’s. Not Logan’s… Although, I heard his name quite a bit the other night.
“Take off your clothes,” I order, done waiting. I’ve been waiting for this moment since the second I saw her there in that fucking perfect red dress, standing under the Eiffel fucking Tower like a fantasy I didn’t think I was brave enough to ever have.
I’d thought that I’d imagined the depth of my feelings for her, I’d thought that I’d become immune to the feelings that are now weighing heavy in my head and quite possibly strangling my heart.
Damn if I’ll let her get away without feeling the same way.
Even if it takes the rest of our lives, I’ll be sure when her eyes open, she remembers where I’ve been. All over her.
“Now,” I growl when she hasn’t moved. Her eyes are cloudy with a hint of apprehension. That, I can’t comprehend. This girl is the most beautiful I’ve ever seen.
“Look at me, princess.” My shirt is the first thing to go. Her eyes roam somewhat feverishly over my chest and arms, following the line of my abs to the painful swelling at the front of my pants, her breath spiking, her nipples sharpening, her chest rising and falling while I rub myself.
“Do you want this?” I ask.
Licking her lips and nodding, she breathes out, “Yes.”
“Then show me all of you. I want to see everything before I take you against the wall, and on the table, and get you in my mouth.”
I’m rubbing myself shamelessly as the show starts with her shorts. Valentina’s hips sway while she shimmies them down her lean legs, ass swinging when they’re slow to fall, leaving her in a thong that I want to worship. She turns around, shaking her ass while she looks over her shoulder. I can’t take my eyes off of her, I’m literally glued to every move, and then she’s slipping her shirt off.
I groan when she’s naked in front of me. She’s thin. Worriedly too thin, but it doesn’t take away from the fact that she’s the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen.
Words become lost somewhere in my brain when she turns, arms crossed to shield herself from my prying eyes. “You’re gorgeous,” I breathe, meaning it with every breath in my body. Dropping her arms to her side, she stills for a minute while I take my fill, staring at her.
Valentina
I can hear the longing in the rough gravel of his voice, I can feel it in every touch of his mouth to mine, and the roaming heat of his hands and fingers confirm it.
I’m standing naked before him, and his eyes clearly state his intentions. With heavy lids, his clear gaze roves over every inch of my skin. “I’m waiting,” I whisper.
He smirks. Leaning in, I wrap my arms around his neck, bringing our chests flush together. His breath hitches when my nipples graze over him, and then it’s game over. I’m crushed first into him and then against the wall. His mouth lacks the self-control he’s shown up to now. He plunders, stealing my panted breath and drawing out whimpers at the same time as my knees weaken from the assault. Slowing only long enough to take my bottom lip between his teeth, he sinks in and then sucks the sting away. My whimper-turned-moan fills the room, and still I’m not embarrassed. I’m consumed with need. Wrenching my mouth from his, I gasp for air when he confirms I’ve met both of his expectations.
“Valentina.” His voice is a rough patch against the silken slide of his fingers.
The air is cool against my skin when his heat disappears. After retrieving a condom from his pocket, he slides it in place. And then he’s back, and I’m trapped between his body and the wall. I can’t speak. The only thing I know is that I ache for him. My hips rock to relay the message my mouth is having trouble with.
There is concentration on his brow as I lose myself in him.
“What are you thinking?” I breathe out, not sure why I have to know right at this minute.
A moan vibrates in his chest, and then his mouth hovers over mine, not for a kiss, just waiting while he stares into my eyes. “Do you want to know everything?”
“Yes. Everything.”
“That I’ll gladly lose myself in you forever. I want to drown in you, so the morning will never come. I’m thinking about all of the things I want to do to you with my hands, my tongue, my body, and where I want you. But this…” He presses against my entrance, opening my body to take him. “I want this to go on forever.” Two things happen at once. I use his neck as leverage to hop up and wrap my legs around his waist. He drops his head onto my shoulder, to watch as he pushes forward, slipping in an inch at a time—slowly, deep, and we pulse together. I grip his hair and mewl as he stretches me open, so full, so good. Relief at having him inside of me sends a shiver up my spine, and a ripple wraps around him.
His mouth finds mine, and we kiss, a long, wet mimicry of his retreat and slide back in, until there’s nowhere left to go. An animalistic need takes over, and I rake my nails down his back. I want hard and fast. To hell with this slow rotation of his hips, once, twice, sinking deeper each time.
“Faster, Quaid.” I don’t want him holding back for a second. “Yes!”
And so it begins. He pulls out almost all the way, only to slam back in, over and over. Starting a brutal pace, he pounds me against the wall, and I have nowhere to go, no choice but to take him in. Each stroke is deeper than the last, and I feel him everywhere. I’m balanced perfectly between pleasure and pain. When I’m full, he exacts a sweet piercing pleasure and then I fear his withdrawal, missing the stretch until he’s back again. It’s a beautiful give and take. I lose myself, demanding what I need to end with what I want. I want the moment where the world disappears and I feel nothing, nothing but intense pleasure, and I’m willing to do anything to get there.
A wild abandon takes over, and I bite his shoulder until his growl vibrates against my chest. I pull his hair and guide his mouth to where I want it—everywhere. Lips, neck, nipples, I say it out loud and with my body. I won’t let him be gentle. Fuck gentle. I force a roughness from him, or maybe he gives it freely—either way, we’re there together. Stepping from the wall, he has me flat on the couch, my legs moved from around his waist to up on his shoulders. He bites and sucks a path along my pulse as it races up my leg. From the inside ankle to mid-thigh, he bends over me, only to level his eyes to mine. His erection slides into a new depth. My mouth falls open on a gasp that sticks in my throat, only to slip out in jagged whispers with each thrust. He watches me, just like Logan did…like I’m everything to him. It’s as if I’m the only thing in the world special enough to warrant all of his attention.
I draw him down to lick and bite his lips, to break the intensity passing between us, but he just keeps going, pushing me into feeling.
When his teeth drag from my chin to the swell of my breast, I savor the sweet pain. I want their marks all over me, reminding me that this isn’t a dream. I want it so I’m reminded constantly of the gift my time with them is.
Dipping into the curve of my neck, he bites a piercing sting, and the sensation flashes everywhere. It transitions to electricity traveling along my now hypersensitive skin. Reaching the hazy cloud of my thoughts, it translates to life.