Miami Inferno, page 5
“What the hell are you doing?” she asked, once she’d rolled her window down.
“I was waiting for you to pull your car inside, unless you want to leave it out overnight.”
Gasping at the suggestion, she licked her lips. “No, I never leave her out.”
She noticed for the first time the six-car garage. He had two other cars and a couple of motorcycles inside, leaving one space open for visitors. The thought of all the countless women whose vehicles had occupied the spot sent another pang to her heart, which she banished immediately.
Nodding, she slowly eased into the open space. His garage was immaculate. Not a drop of oil, or any other thing you might find in a garage, marred the pristine floor that looked like it had been polished recently.
She jumped when he opened the door, so engulfed in her own thoughts. This was it. If she got out of her car, there was no turning back. The sound of the heavy bay doors closing put paid to her choice. She wanted this, had wanted at eighteen, and every day since if she was being honest. He was always the star in her fantasies, and, for tonight, he was offering her exactly what she wanted. With her mind made up, she let him help her out, and followed him inside.
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Lorenzo held his breath, waiting for Angel to step out of her car. He hadn’t realized how much he needed her to follow him of her own accord. He could have led her back to his office at the club, could have seduced her while they were both still hot and horny from their dance, but he wanted her to agree to be with him because she wanted to, not because her body needed release.
She placed her small hand into his much larger one. Such a simple gesture that screamed she trusted him. He would do everything in his power to protect her, to cherish her, treat her like the treasure that she was.
Not for the first time, he wondered if she was still a virgin. When he’d given her the necklace, he’d hoped it would act as a reminder for her to protect her heart. Now, here he was preparing to, what?
He was playing for keeps, that’s what he was doing. Convincing one hot-blooded Cuban woman of that fact would be a test of his merit. Five years ago, she was still too young. She’d needed to go out and see the world, become an adult. Not get engaged to some lowlife millionaire who screwed anything with a vagina.
Chapter Four
She followed Lorenzo into a spacious kitchen, kitted out with state-of-the-art appliances in stainless steel. It reminded her of her mom’s kitchen, a place where you could whip up a gourmet dinner or a simple grilled cheese. In a word, it looked like home. Sadness swamped her that some other woman would one day be cooking meals for his children, threatening to make her turn tail and run, but she pushed it aside.
He stopped beside the huge granite island, his back moving up and down like he was taking deep breaths. Butterflies took up residence in her stomach, and time seemed to stand still. The sound of the clock ticking on the wall was overly loud in the quietness of the pristine room. Seconds or minutes passed, and still he didn’t say a word, nor face her.
She began to fidget. Maybe he’d changed his mind, or maybe he didn’t know how to tell her to leave. Thoughts swirled around her brain, each one worse than the last.
“Do you want me to leave?” she blurted.
“Good God, no,” he yelled and spun on his heels fast, with what she thought was anger turning his normally brown skin a light shade of red. She stepped back, only to realize she hadn’t even completely entered the kitchen.
“No? Then why…?” She waved at him, waiting for him to say something to set her at ease.
“Do you want a drink?” He walked over to the fridge and motioned to the inside without answering her.
Why they were acting like polite strangers, and not two people who’d nearly done the dirty in the middle of a crowded dance floor, was beyond her. She took the bull by the horns and stepped fully into the room, one foot in front of the other, until she stood close enough to peer over his shoulder. If he wanted to back out, then she wasn’t going to make this easy on him. She’d run far and fast at eighteen. For years, she’d done nothing but keep him at arm’s distance or farther. If he wanted to send her away, she wasn’t going to make it easy on him.
“Bottled water would be great, thank you.” She took the drink from him, noticing how he seemed reluctant to touch her.
Her mouth was so dry from the mix of being near him and the exertion of the past few hours. Twisting the cap and placing the opening to her lips, she took a long swallow. Her eyes opened to see his were trained on the low-cut top of her shirt. Glancing down, she saw the lace top of her bra was just peeking out of the edge. Shrugging, she took another much needed drink before setting the half empty bottle on the counter.
“Are you finished?” His deep voice rumbled. He licked his lips.
“Yeah, I think I am. If you are having second thoughts about this”—she waved a hand between them— “then just say so. I won’t throw a fit.” She wouldn’t let him see the hurt, even though his rejection would surely gut her.
“Sweetheart, I’m having fifth and sixth thoughts about this, but it’s not what you think. I’m just not sure what to do.” He spoke quietly, almost hesitantly.
She gasped and placed her hand over her heart dramatically. “Are you saying you’re still a virgin?”
“Dammit, woman,” he laughed. “I haven’t been a virgin since I was thirteen years old and, before you ask, no, I don’t kiss and tell.”
“Then what’s the problem? You say you want me. You’re not a virgin. We’re two consenting adults.” She shrugged again. “So what’s stopping you from coming over here and kissing me like you mean it?”
“If you put it that way,” he murmured, closing the short space between them, crowding her against the oval workstation. He placed both hands on the counter, bracketing her body between it and him. His head lowered, his lips firm and demanding, becoming more intrusive as he swept his tongue into her mouth.
She loved the no-holds-barred, take-no-prisoner way he kissed. After only a moment, or a thousand, of scrambling her brain, he peered into her eyes. What Lorenzo searched for she had no clue, but he must have found it. His nostrils flared, and he nodded, and then his body was flush against hers. When his head dipped again, Angel geared up for another round of his kisses, but all the preparations in the world couldn’t have prepared her for the masterful way he attacked her lips.
His left hand tangled in her hair, angling her head to take her mouth in a full-out assault. A tongue-thrusting swamping-of-the-mind kind of kiss that made her weak in the knees and sent her senses reeling into the stratosphere.
Everything went topsy-turvy and air whooshed out of her lungs as he tossed her over his shoulder.
“Mmm, this is a mighty fine view, kind sir.”
“Don’t sass me, woman. I’m being all caveman; you’re supposed to be upset. You know, beat my back or something.”
“But, it’s such a nice back,” she teased, slipping both hands into his back pockets and giving an experimental squeeze.
By the time he reached his room, she tingled all over. Her toes literally curled inside her shoes. He made her panties wet, and her sex pulsed with an overwhelming need to be filled.
He tossed her none too gently on top of one of the softest beds Angel had ever felt. She bounced three times before finally stopping, taking the first opportunity to look around and noticed it was a truly masculine room, softened with light, gauzy curtains tied-back. Leaning up on her elbows, she saw him take a deep breath and watched his hand lift and beckon her to him.
“C’mere, Angel.”
She had no recollection of scooting across the football field-size mattress. Was it really necessary to have such a large bed?
“I’m a big man, woman. Of course I need a big bed.”
Shit. Shit. She needed to put a filter on her damn mouth. “Yeah, but come on, this baby could sleep like twelve.”
His lips twitched, but, smart man that he was, he kept the full-blown grin she could see glimmering in his eyes from spreading. She’d fantasized about those lips. A lot of dirty, sexual things would flash through her mind at the oddest times, leaving her panting, and wanting things only he could give her.
Lorenzo leaned across the bed and gripped one of her ankles in each of his hands, tugging her towards him with gentle force. Her shirt rolled up, exposing her lace bra to his view.
She lifted her hands, rubbing over the fabric covered nipples, eliciting a growl from him.
“Angel, stay still. Hands down at your sides,” he ordered.
“Oh, bossy, are you?”
“You have no clue, baby.” He placed her feet shoulder-width apart on the edge of the bed, and ran his hands from her ankles, up the insides of her legs, paused at the bottom of her shorts, and then glided them back down.
Her feet were so small in his large hands. With an expertise she didn’t care to know about, he unfastened first one shoe then the other, taking the time to place them at the end of the bed, before returning to her. His nimble fingers unfastened the shorts and pulled the zip down, much slower than she liked. Again, he took the time to fold and set them on top of the bench that was part of the end of the large bed.
She began to feel self-conscious while he stared down at her black lace panties, wondering if he appreciated a bare woman, or if he liked the natural appearance. In her line of work, having even a well-trimmed female area could be risky. Nobody wanted to see curls poking out of the sides of a pair of spanks, or, as she had seen for herself, a mound that looked padded it had so much hair. She’d happily stick with her laser-smooth hoo-ha, thank you very much.
Her legs started to shake in their bent position, and again she wondered why he was taking so freaking long. Then his hands began their journey up her legs again, brushing over her panties, continuing up to the front clasp of her bra. With just a flick, it came undone, and he brushed the material aside. Her nipples, already puckered from excitement, became unbearably hard in the cold room.
She swore her pussy pulsed in time with her echoing heartbeat. Her breaths came out choppy, sounding like she’d run a marathon instead of lying on a bed, and still he hadn’t touched where she needed him. If he’d just rub her, even a little bit, she’d go off like a rocket. She’d had dreams of being right where she was for years, however, they were nothing in comparison to reality.
“You are so sexy,” he murmured.
His body bent, mouth open, placing a kiss on each hip, and then over the fabric and lace. She watched his teeth appear and latch onto her final covering, tugging it down. She lifted her hips, wanting the offending material off, now.
His husky chuckle let her know she’d spoken out loud again.
“Your wish is my command.” There was no chance to respond. His diabolical tongue came out, swiped from the top of her slit, to the hot wet core of her. Her gaze connected with his. He pursed his lips and kissed her clit, sending shock waves down her spine. Three more torturously slow passes of his greedy tongue, and she came, and still he continued.
He didn’t let her come down before he pressed one broad digit into her clenching channel, at the same moment he sucked her nub into his mouth. With teeth and tongue, he played with her, making her buck and moan, something she might have been embarrassed about if it hadn’t been the most exciting experience she’d ever had.
She saw him spread her with one hand, his eyes fixated on her feminine folds, adding a second digit.
“Damn, you’re so tight. That’s it, squeeze my fingers.” His heated breath washed over her.
A third finger joined the other two, and Lorenzo set up a rhythm of pump and suck that had her writhing on the bed. One palm came up, landing on her abdomen, holding her hips down as he continued to pleasure her, while she climaxed on his face and his fingers, rolling from one orgasm right into another. An endless stream of pleasure that left her weak and shaking pulsed throughout her whole body.
Lorenzo’s head came up, his face wet with her juices, and their eyes collided and held. The look on his face was almost feral. He stood with panther-like grace and removed his clothes at warp speed.
She couldn’t move, could only stare as his male perfection was revealed, one section at a time. First, his shirt, showing off his rock-hard stomach, and then he kicked his shoes off in a wholly masculine way. He gave her what could only be deemed as a wicked grin. His eyes locked onto hers and, in a matter of moments, he’d removed the final piece of clothing from his body. And what a magnificent view it was.
Not an ounce of spare flesh could be seen on his large frame. Her eyes traveled from his face to his torso, memorizing all the places she wanted to explore, starting with his pecs. Continuing her visual journey, she came to a stunned halt. His dick jutted out from a nest of dark curls and, my, oh my, was he huge. It was so large, she didn’t think her fingers could circle his girth, but oy, she was more than willing to try.
Right before her eyes, a drop of pearly liquid seeped from the tip. She scrambled up, all thoughts of satiation fleeing at the evidence of his desire. With more greed than experience, Angel lifted her hand and circled it with her fingers, loving the soft/hard feel of it, the way the skin moved around the steel muscle, the engorged head begging to be kissed. She brought her mouth down and over the wide purple crest and swiped her tongue around it, loving the way he groaned and thrust against her, then he grabbed a handful of her hair as if unable to control his reaction. Her first real taste of him was nothing like she’d expected.
That was exactly what she wanted. An out of control Lorenzo. Only she could give him the pleasure he wanted, needed. A dream, she knew, since he’d had his fair share of women, but, here and now, it was only him and her.
She lifted her eyes to his then wrapped her lips around him and took his cock all the way in. His hips moved, giving her more. Angelina accepted it, wrapping her hand around the base, stroking him as she traced her tongue around his shaft, dragging her tongue down the underside, and teased him all the way down to his balls.
“Enough,” Lorenzo said, and gently pushed her back onto the bed. He covered her body with his own and claimed her lips, leaving her breathless.
“I was enjoying myself,” she pouted.
“Me too, but the first time I come, I want to be deep inside you. Are you on the pill, or do I need to wear a condom? I can assure you I’m 100 percent clean of diseases.”
The truth of that statement shone from his gaze like a bright beacon.
“Yes…I mean, I’m on the pill to help with my monthly issues, and I don’t have anything either,” she whispered, wondering why it felt natural to explain something so personal to him.
She felt his cock head at the entrance to her vagina and tensed, expecting pain. He probed, pushed an inch inside and retreated then repeated it again. It hurt, but, oh, it was a sweet hurt as she tried to relax. She felt him pulse as he stilled.
“Are you a virgin?”
She closed her eyes.
“Angelina, answer me.” He brushed tendrils of hair off her face.
“N-no….”
“How long has it been for you?”
Did he really just ask that? His dick halfway inside her, and he had the nerve to question her sex life? She forced her eyes open, making herself be brave, and met him stare for stare.
“Five years,” she answered defiantly. Let him think whatever he wanted, as long as he didn’t stop.
Braced with an arm beside her head, Lorenzo trailed his hand down, flicking her clit as he eased in and out, pushing against her with a gentle rhythm. The heel of his hand replaced his fingers, rubbing and rocking until she was moaning, out of her mind with an earthy hunger only he seemed to bring out in her, making her mindless.
Finally, he pressed the last inch inside her spasming pussy, and stilled, letting her get used to the fullness. But Angel wanted to feel him move. No, she needed him to move inside her. She raised her hips and met his downward thrust. He reared back and slammed back inside her to the hilt. She screamed then planted her feet on the bed for leverage.
Gone was the slow and gentle, replaced with hard and fast, and oh so sweet. A tingling began in her toes, spreading upward, taking her over completely. She heard herself panting, felt sweat beading on her skin, and still the pleasure continued. Surely a person couldn’t die from sensations so extreme, but, really, she didn’t think she’d mind. And then she fell over the edge. Her orgasm flashed through her like a bolt of lightning, swamping all her senses, leaving her boneless.
“Yes, Lorenzo, oh my God. I feel you everywhere.” She cried, tears seeping from her eyes at the amazing sensations.
“Angel mine, so good.” His movements picked up.
She felt him pull back and power back inside. Bucking against him, her climax was pulsing, squeezing the thick wedge of flesh, and then he joined her, yelling out with his orgasm. He collapsed on top of her, his weight a welcoming embrace she wanted to wrap her arms around and hold onto forever. His sigh against her neck made her shiver, but, all too soon, he rolled to the side, bringing her with him. Still connected, she laid her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. It was the sweetest sound she’d ever heard, and she wanted to hear it for the rest of her life. This was what making love should be like, was her last thought before exhaustion overtook and sleep rose up and claimed her.
****
Lorenzo held Angel for what seemed an eternity, basking in the warmth of her slight frame resting on his. She said it had been five years since she’d had sex, but he’d bet his new club she had still been a virgin. Her tiny hand could almost fit in the palm of his much larger one, making him want to hold her close and protect her from the world, which was absurd. His Angel would smack him if she heard his thoughts, and then she’d flounce off to show them all how tough she was, just like when she’d turned eighteen.
