I Saw You (11 page)

“Would you like a beer?”
Slim removed herself from my lap, taking the heat from her pussy that much farther away from my cock. It both pissed me off and gave me room to breathe. How had this little slip of a woman gotten under my skin so fast?

In a few short meetings, she’d embedded herself into my subconscious. Settled—made herself at home. A fact I both hated and enjoyed.

“Sure.” My eyes roamed her body, and I bit my lip. From head to toe, I enjoyed her beauty.

“Incorrigible.” With a warm smile she turned around and sashayed into the kitchen. Arianna had an open floor plan. From my seat inside the living room I could see throughout the entire house. Especially that spacious kitchen.

Something I thanked the Lord for at that moment.

Bending at the waist, she reached down toward a lower shelf and perused her selection. Tight, skin-tight motherfucking yoga pants marked every inch of her ass. Round. Thick. Fuck.

No panty line, just a small hint of lace from her G-string.

“Can’t help myself,” I murmured low, but not low enough. Slim giggled at the comment, and then did something else that would forever belong inside my spank bank. Because let’s be honest—all men masturbate.

Any man that says he doesn’t was bullshiting

With her ass held high and back arched, my girl made it clap. “Lager or Ale,” she called out, but I couldn’t answer. Mouth dry and cock throbbing, I sat there in stunned silence, eyes focused on her body, on the way it moved.

“My choice, then.” Not expecting a reply, Arianna shrugged and grabbed a few bottles before closing the fridge door. Opening a drawer beside it, she pulled out an opener, popped their tops, and then turned to face me. Leaning against the counter, she brought the bottle to her lips. “And by the way…good to know.”

“Come here.” Slim shook her head no. “Are you going to make me get up?” A nod. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Getting up from the couch, I stalked across the room. We watched each other, our breathing in sync. Slim fidgeted the closer I got. With each step, her foot twitched.

“Behave,” she warned, but it held no weight behind it.

I shook my head no and paused just inside the kitchen. “You have a ten-second head start and then I’m collecting.”

Faster than I could blink, she was across the kitchen and standing just inside the opposite exit. “Collecting what?” A tiny smirk on her plump lips.

“You.” The perplexed look on her face told me all I needed to know. She had no idea how into her I was. “Ten…”

“Catch me.” More than words, this was her way of telling me she needed to be showed. Make her see that I’m not just some other asshole trying to get his dick wet.

“Run.” A final warning.

No sooner had the words left my lips than Slim was across the room and standing beside the couch. Same place I’d been sitting a few moments prior. Chest heaving and pupils dilated, she watched me. For each step I took, she took two back.

Disaster waiting to happen; she had a wall and side table behind her.

“Stay there.” Cute little thing pointed a finger at me.

I didn’t answer; instead, I took a few more steps in her direction and then stopped, waited for the right opportunity to strike as if I were a coiled snake—a hunter. Hungry and merciless.

Leaving Miami and not getting a taste of her on my tongue would be blasphemy. And not fucking happening.

As predicted, she backed up right into the table, sending a lamp to the ground. It shattered. Glass shards spread throughout the tiled floor all around her like in a halo.

“Don’t move.” I advanced, this time my attention solely on the prize. Hyper focused and hard, I took in a deep breath and stretched my neck; tried in vain to lessen a bit of the tension residing within me.

Breathing harsh and chest heaving, she didn’t listen and continued her weak attempt at retreating.

“Shit,” Slim hissed out while hopping on her left foot. The other was raised, her hand grasping the area of her heel that she’d hurt. She’s tossed her flip-flops off the moment we’d walked inside and didn’t listen when I’d ordered her to stay put. Stubborn and now in pain, she hobbled to the couch and sat down. “First-aid kit’s in the bathroom down the hall and under the sink.”

Ignoring her crap, I marched over and snatched her foot from her hands. There were two cuts; both at the edge between the end and back of her heel. Nothing outrageous. No stitches needed.

Didn’t matter to me.

Illogical or not, for me those tiny cuts were atrocious. The equivalent of an open wound needing eighty stiches to repair the torn flesh. With care and a hint of affection, I ran a single finger down her foot—hoped that she would find my touch soothing.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, pretty girl.”

“Not that big of a deal…” The look I gave her made her trail off.

“Stubborn yet so fucking adorable,” I grumbled under my breath, causing her to smile. “You kill me, girl.” Picking her up off the couch, I nestled her against my chest. “Where’s the bathroom?”

“Already told you, Cheesy…” At her exasperated tone, I pretended to drop her. “You dick!” she squealed and held onto me tighter. Those tiny fingers of hers clutched my shirt in her hands while she bit down hard on my chin. “Don’t do that again.”

“Or else?” Bravado got me nowhere with that woman.

A harsh nip and then the tip of her tongue soothed the abused flesh. “You’ll leave tonight without a taste of my—”

“Shut the fuck up before I toss your little ass on the floor.”  Peals of laughter escaped her at my threat. And what could I do—I kissed her forehead and held her tighter while we made our way toward the bathroom.

Once inside, I placed her on the sink’s countertop and then went in search of her kit. The room, just like the rest of her house, was clean and tidy, its décor simple. All white subway tiles covered every inch of wall, from floor to ceiling with only a glass shower door enclosing the huge walk-in. Add a few splashes of red and orange in her accessories, and you got something that was both minimal yet bright.

It worked.

“It’s behind…” she trailed off and bit her lip. Pink blossomed on her cheeks.

“Behind?” I urged her on.

Puffing out her cheeks, Ari gave me an embarrassed look. “Behind a box of tampons.”

Not what I was expecting, and yet not the worst.

“Sweetheart, don’t be shy.” With the tip of my fingers I caressed her cheek. “Believe it or not, I grew up in an all-chick household. One little sister and my mom, and they made sure I knew what was what. To not be grossed out.”

“That’s kind of cute, you know.” The tinge of pink on her cheeks turned red.

“What is?” Not understanding why she was so flustered, I asked.

“Fuck it.” That was the answer I received before she pulled me once more down to her lips. She kissed me. Slow. Sweet. With more passion in that first swipe of her tongue than I’d ever experienced.

“Not that I’m complaining here, but answer my question. No evading,” I mumbled against her lips before capturing the top one and adding a bit of pressure with my teeth.

“Hard to when you do that.”

“Continue,” I said before removing myself from her hold and taking a few steps back. Once against the opposite wall, I leaned back and waved her on. “This I want to hear.”

“Nothing to
hear
.” Arianna looked up at me from beneath her long lashes and gave a small shrug. “But I would appreciate you getting the first-aid kit so I can get this cleaned up.” With a small wince, she pulled her foot up and examined the cuts. One had already stopped bleeding, while the other still flowed, creating a small puddle on the floor below.

Needing to get those small lacerations cleaned up, I opened her shower doors and turned on the water. After setting the water to lukewarm, I picked her up.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Arianna tried for stern, but the squeak she released didn’t help her case one bit. “Put me down, you ass.”

Ignoring her, I walked right inside with her in my arms. Moreover, I didn’t give a flying fuck that we were both soaked and looking like drowned rats. I’d worry about it later; right now her foot was my main concern.

Didn’t hurt that the clothing she wore clung to her body—outlined her every dip and curve.

Placing her on the decent-sized bench inside the stall, I stepped back and whipped off my shirt, thus making my flesh available for inspection. Hungry eyes followed my naked torso. Ate me—made me feel more than human.

Like a god.             

“Let me take care of you.” Gruff, my voice came out rough and full of all the desire I had for this woman. Her eyes, those beautiful green orbs stayed on my skin while she nodded. Around us steam began to form, the glass fogging. “Lift.” Demand, there was no inclination that it was up for discussion.

Ever mindful of her cut, I stepped between her legs and slipped a hand beneath her yoga pants. With a hand on her hip, I helped her raise up and shimmy out of the sopping wet fabric.

Our stare didn’t waver. Intense. Fucking made me tremble.

I needed to touch her.

Feel her.

Her pants fell to the floor in a thud, followed quickly by her top. There she sat in all her sinful glory in nothing but a pair of teal-colored lace G-string and bra.

Motherfucking exquisite.

Motherfucking mine.

“Please,” she whimpered, pupils dilated while I lowered myself down to my knees.

“No need to beg.” Taking her foot in my hands, I raised it up to my face and kissed the top. “Never beg me.” With gentle touches, I wiped the drying blood off and inspected the small wounds. Made sure that no glass was left inside and that it was clean. The flesh around each cut was red and irritated.

I kissed each one and then followed the trail up her calf and thigh. Slim trembled and her thighs began to close around my head. Needing to keep me where she wanted me the most.

God himself couldn’t move me from where I was.

“More.” Finally, a command from her sweet lips. My eyes snapped up to her hooded ones, and I enjoyed the way they watched me. How the green of her irises disappeared behind the sea of lust raging within her.

Scraping my teeth down her inner thigh, I paused at her knee and placed my chin there. “Be more specific, Slim. What do you want?”

“Your mouth.”

“Where?” That earned me a glare. “Tell me.”

“My pussy,” she growled, and I smirked against the soft skin of her leg.

Pushing her legs apart, I rained open-mouthed kisses on the soft skin of her inner thigh, not pausing once until I reach the soaked teal lace. Her pussy lips, fat and pink, peeked from the edging of her panties.

I nuzzled her.

Inhaled her.

Brought her into my lungs and groaned against the wet material.

“Mine.” Fisting the miniscule piece of fabric in my hand, I pulled. Rejoiced in the sound of it ripping and the soft
“fuck”
that poured from her mouth. With my thumb, I parted those sweet bare lips and watched as the tip of my finger became drenched in her.

Not the water running behind me. Just her.

Undulating her hips forward, she pushed my thumb in a little deeper. To the knuckle and then shivered.

Only for me.
I’d become a goddamned caveman for this one woman.

Eyes wide and crazed. Hair wet and stuck to the side of her face. Chest heaving while she took in deep breaths. No woman has ever looked more beautiful.

“Shit!” Arianna hissed out from between clenched teeth while using me for her pleasure. Sitting back, I brought a second finger to tease her clit. Plump, it quivered at my touch while I stroked her softly.

“Chester.” My name on a whisper. A plea.

I fucking yearned to be buried balls deep inside her perfect pussy.

“Take your bra off.” Didn’t recognize the sound of my own voice. It was harsh—deep and full of hunger. “Play with your nipples for me, baby.”

No hesitation.             

A quick snap in the back, and it was tossed somewhere behind my head. Two perfect and round breasts appeared before my eyes. More than a fucking handful, they sat high on her chest with perfectly hard, light brown nipples.

“Like this?” she taunted and reached up with both hands to cup them. My mouth watered while I continued to play with her. Removing my thumb, I entered her with two fingers now. Slow strokes. Just enough to bring her to the edge, but not over.

I wanted her crazed. Angry. Gone and to the point of tears before I made her come.

Arianna Garcia would never forget the feel of my mouth on her.

“Not enough,” I growled against the skin above her knee right before sinking my teeth in. Our eyes stayed connected. I let her see me. How much I needed her. Thing was, what I saw in hers mirrored my own, and it hit me full force. Almost knocked me on my ass.

Explosive wouldn’t even begin to describe what we were.