Never Ever: Damaged Hero, page 9
“What? No television,” I say sarcastically.
“There’s a theater room on the second level, so there’s no need for a television.” He sticks his hands in his slacks.
“I bet you’ve had some hellacious parties on this ship.”
“You’re the only person who’s ever stepped foot on it other than my staff and Luca.”
I’m shocked. “I feel very special, then.” I tug his hand out of his pocket and lace mine with his.
He takes me around, pointing out every detail of the yacht, and then stops in front of a door. “This is my cabin.”
I lick my lips with anticipation. “Do I get to see it, or are you keeping it a secret?”
“You are most definitely going to be spending a lot of time locked in here with me. Unfortunately, at this moment, I’m needed on the upper deck to get this ship into the water. Feel free to make yourself comfortable.” He tilts my chin to his lips and kisses me. “We’ll be served dinner in an hour, so naked is not an option. Although, I wouldn’t mind sitting across the table from you, watching you devour food with no clothes on. I’d be hard the entire time, but I’d get great pleasure from it.” He smacks me on the ass before he disappears up the stairwell.
I open the door to complete luxury. A large bed sets in the middle with the most invitingly soft light-gray comforter on it with silky sheets folded down. I set my bag on a wing-backed chair and take a look around. The bathroom is bigger than my entire bedroom in Essex, and it boasts a jetted tub. On the dresser is a picture framed in black wood. I pick it up for a closer look. “I bet this is his mother.” It’s a young boy, approximately eight years old, with one arm wrapped around the woman’s waist. She looks stunningly happy and proud of the boy at her side.
“That would be Ella.”
I jump at the sound of Ever’s voice. “Sorry…I was…”
“Being nosy.” He grins and moves further into the room.
“I kinda was.” I crinkle one side of my face. “I guess I’m curious to know more about you.”
He closes the distance between us and wraps his arms around my waist. “You mean other than my mad skills in bed.” He waggles an eyebrow, and I can’t help but giggle.
“You left out the word massively mad skills.” I place my hand on his firm chest.
“I think parts of me are substantial.” He drops his gaze between us and then smiles.
“You’re bad,” I say with a laugh, “but very true.”
“I can be as bad as you want me to be.” He grows firm between us. “But first, get changed for dinner. We’re going to eat on the upper deck.”
“Alright.” I pick up my bag and go into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I brush out my hair and change into the new dress I bought and my sandals. When I walk back into the bedroom, Ever is sitting on the edge of the bed, speaking in a hushed tone on the phone.
He ends the call and stands. “You look beautiful.”
“Thank you.”
He holds out his hand, and I take it, following him up three flights of stairs. He opens the door to the top deck, which is lit up with round white hanging lights strewn over it. There’s a seating area with cushioned walnut chairs and a wet bar. A single table for two sets near the railing overlooking the water. He pulls out the chair for me to sit.
“It’s the perfect evening with no rain in the forecast, so I figured it would be nice to have a meal out here.”
“It’s perfect.”
A man dressed in black slacks and a white jacket brings over a bottle of wine. “I was advised this is your favorite, ma’am.” He holds out the wine for me to read the label.
“How did you know?” I ask Ever.
“I pay attention,” he mutters.
He pours both of us a glass of wine. “The appetizers will be served shortly,” the man says and disappears.
“How was the rest of your day?” he asks, tipping his glass to mine.
“It was good, thanks to you. I got to go shopping and forget all about my morning.”
“I’m glad you agreed to spend the weekend with me.”
I’m sitting here in front of this gorgeous man, dying to get my hands on him, yet I want to take my time and get to know more about him. I want to ask him questions without betraying anything Luca mentioned.
“Your mother was a beautiful woman. You have her eyes.”
“I miss her very much.”
“Is your father still alive?”
He fidgets in his seat. “He’s not a topic I’d like to discuss.”
“I’m sorry if I hit a nerve. I only wanted to get to know you better.”
He runs his tongue over his teeth. “I’d like that.” He exhales. “He’s not a good man, and I’d rather not speak of him.”
I rest back in my chair. “Alright. Tell me something about you.”
“There’s not much to tell. You already know what I do for a living and that my mother died when I was young.”
“Did you go to college?”
“No.”
“How did you become a real estate developer?” Our appetizers arrive, and they smell like a salty heaven. “Oysters.”
“One of my favorites,” he says, handing me a small fork. “My mother used to take me boating when it was oyster season in Florida. We’d spend hours in the water collecting them.”
“That’s a great memory.”
“We took many trips together, and she taught me all about things in nature and how to speak Italian.”
“Sembra una madre meravigliosa,” I respond, telling him she sounds like a wonderful mother.
“You speak fluent Italian?”
“My father is Italian, and my mother is French.”
“I knew Sofia was an Italian name, but where did Noa come from?”
“My mother is a very religious woman and loved the story of Noah in the Bible. She insisted since my father named my sister, she got to choose my name.”
“Are you close to your mother?”
I slurp an oyster in my mouth and swallow it. “I see what you did there. We were talking about you, and you flipped the conversation to me.”
“You’re much more interesting than I am.” He scarfs down an oyster.
“I highly doubt that,” I snicker.
The waiter comes back and lights the candle in the middle of the table, and refills our wineglasses.
“Would you ever consider moving back to New York?”
“No,” I answer quickly. “There are too many bad memories there, and I only resided there because of Drake.”
“So, once the restaurant is sold, you’ll be done with New York for good?”
“Other than an occasional visit to see my sister, yes. You being from Florida, have you ever thought about going back?”
“I don’t think I could bear returning without my mother there.”
“Do you like New York?”
“Not especially. I do have a favorite restaurant.” He winks. “They have phenomenal Italian food,” he joshes.
“What’s our destination for this weekend?”
“Other than my bed, we’ll be out in the open water. I have Jet Skis we can play around on if you’d like. Do you enjoy fishing?”
“Believe it or not, I really do. My father used to take me out in our John boat to fish off the shore of Essex.”
“Sembra un padre meraviglioso.” He smirks.
“He’s the best father a girl could ask for.”
The grilled steaks are delivered to our table along with fresh green beans and a sweet potato.
“This looks delicious.”
He talks about things he experienced with his mother, and his eyes light up, and he openly laughs. He’s charming and very sexy. I find everything about him attractive, including his mind. When he wants to be, he can be very witty, and I love our banter. I don’t see the side of him that Bruno does, and if I’d let myself, I could easily fall in love with this man. Luca’s words jump into my head. He guards his heart. We have that in common since Drake died. I never thought in a million years I’d give mine away again, but this man sitting across from me makes me yearn to feel loved again. He’s nothing like Drake at all. They couldn’t be more opposite.
“What are you thinking about?” His eyes darken.
“How much I’m looking forward to going back to your bedroom with you.”
He stands and offers me his hand. The energy between is palpable and most certainly sexual… and something more.
11
Ever
“You and I’ve burned together fast.” I don’t know if I’m capable of putting out the flame that’s sweltering between us.
She takes the lead down the stairs, and I saunter behind her, growing harder with every single step. My gaze follows the path of her body that I’m aching to touch. I’d have taken her out on the main deck and not cared if anyone watched, but I don’t want to frighten her with the indecent things I want to do to her.
As soon as I push the bedroom door open, I spin her, crashing my mouth to hers. “I want you so badly,” I hiss.
“I feel the same way.” Her soft pants of breath warm my lips.
“Do you trust me, Noa?”
She pushes her shoulders back to look me in the eye. “What did you have in mind?”
I walk over to my dresser and take out three pairs of handcuffs and show them to her.
“Are those for me or you?” I can feel the heat coming off her skin.
“For you, with a promise of toe-curling sex.” I know she has a bad girl inside her, and I want to be the man that brings it out of her. I dangle one from my finger. “Well? What’s your answer, Noa?”
She grabs the hem of her dress and pulls it off, leaving her bare, other than a thin pair of deep blue silky panties. “I trust you.” She holds her wrists between us.
“Not in the front,” I rasp. I see her excitement when she inhales, and her caramel eyes turn a chocolate color.
She turns and gives me her backside with her wrists waiting for me.
I softly bite the bridge of her shoulder. “I’m betting you’re already wet for me.” I slide my hand down her abdomen, in between her legs, and she hums when I make contact with her sweet spot. “I was right.” I take the same hand and drag it across her body and put my finger in my mouth. “You taste damn good.”
“Are you going to tease me or screw my brains out?”
I chuckle low in my throat and clasp the cuffs around her delicate wrists. “A little tease, a lot of fucking.” I squat and run my finger along the line of her panties. “These have to go,” I moan and twist my finger in the string and ease them down her legs, and she steps out of them.
“What are you going to do with the other pair of cuffs?” Her voice is heavy with lust.
“Lay belly down on the bed,” I command.
“But I…”
“You said you trusted me,” I remind her with a stern glare.
I yank the comforter and the sheets off, and she settles in the middle of the bed, face down. “Spread your legs.”
She does without further question.
I glide my hand down her thigh to her ankle and snap a cuff on. “Beautiful,” I mutter. Then I repeat the process with the other leg and clasp the cuffs to the wooden bed frame. Something in my heart twists seeing her lying there, submitting to me.
I strip out of my clothes and grab a foil pack on the bed, but I don’t roll it on yet. Then I start by lying beside her, looking into her eyes. “If I do something you don’t like, all you have to do is tell me to stop.”
Her mouth parts, and she licks her lips. “No safe word?”
“No. Just talk to me.” Straddling her, I fist her hair in my hand and kiss the nape of her neck, and lick my way down her spine. My thighs are at her knees, and I palm her butt cheeks, caressing them. Climbing off the end of the bed, I grab her hips and draw her to her knees, legs wide apart, and press my cock against her backside. “Do you feel how badly I want you?”
“Yes,” she pants.
“Tell me what you’re feeling, baby.”
“Your passion in every touch singes my skin.”
“Good. Stay exactly where you are,” I command. Coming from behind her, I kneel on the bed facing her so I can have access to her gorgeous breasts. Her nipples are pointed, waiting for me. I kiss her mouth softly at first, then deepen the kiss until she’s breathless. Trailing my lips down her lean neck, over her collarbone, to her taut nipple, sucking it into my mouth. She moans, and her head falls back. I dip my cock into her folds and slide in her warmth a few times.
“Please, I want to touch you,” she cries.
“Not until I’m done with you.” I lie flat on my back and lick my way into her folds. She whimpers loudly and tries to bring her legs together, but she can’t, and I know it will prevent her from staving off her orgasm. My tongue dances in her channel, and she continues to squirm and make nonverbal noises. I don’t let up until she gives in to my tongue lashing and comes in my mouth.
“Ever,” she squeaks in pleasure.
I move from underneath her, then off the bed to get behind her again and position her so that I can kneel behind her. Her head falls forward, along with dark strands of hair covering her breast. My fingers fall to her ass and touch her. “Have you ever been taken here?”
She shakes her head, and I see goose bumps form on her skin.
I place my hand in the center of her back and push her forward onto her chest with her legs still wide, smearing her wetness from her folds to her backside. I nudge the tip of my cock at her entrance and ease in an inch, and she arches her back, hissing.
“Do you want me to stop?”
She shakes her head.
Slowly, I enter further, and she clamps down. “I know it burns, but try to relax and let me in.”
Her chest heaves as she inhales and exhales. “Okay, I’m ready.”
When I feel her relax, I reach around to the front of her, stroking her nub as I seat myself fully inside of her.
“Oh, god!” Her body convulses.
“Am I hurting you?”
“Only in a good way.” Her voice sounds hoarse with need.
I knot my fingers in her hair. “Your orgasm is going to be one of the most intense you’ve ever felt. “Just let go. I’ve got you.” Rocking my hips, I thrust in just to the point where I’m almost out of her, then drive deeper inside. Her moans turn into cries of ecstasy as her body writhes uncontrollably, driving her hips back. The hair around her face is damp, and she’s gasping for air, riding out a powerful release.
When she’s done, I pull out, roll on the condom and unlock the cuffs on her wrists. She presses up to wide knees, and the palms of her hands hold her in the middle of the bed.
“Please,” she whimpers.
I sit with my legs folded beneath me between her legs, then lower her down on my cock, filling her completely. I wrap my arms around her, bracing her for the rough movements to come. “Hold on, baby.” My teeth dig into her shoulder, and she hisses again. I lift my hips driving in and out, and she bounces on my lap, taking everything I’m giving her.
“Yes! Don’t let go of me, and whatever you do, please don’t stop.” I thrust harder and faster, making her quake with another release. My growl echoes off the walls of the yacht as my muscles tense, and I bury myself inside her deeper than I thought possible. Our breathing becomes one as we detonate together. She goes to her belly, and I lay my chest on her back, sustaining my weight with my elbows. I trail my tongue along her spine. “Did I hurt you?”
“Not at all.” She’s still coming down from her sexual high.
I get to my knees and release the cuffs around her ankles and massage her legs. “You’re going to have marks on your gorgeous body.”
She swings over to face me. “I enjoyed receiving every single one of them.”
I roll the condom off and toss it on the cabin floor.
“You do have more of those, right?” She braces herself on her elbows and chews on her bottom lip.
“You’re insatiable.” I lean over her to grab another one, but she stops me.
“Not yet.” She licks her lips, and I’m lost in her.
“It’s after midnight,” I whisper next to her ear. “Are you hungry?”
“You fed me dinner, but I’m starving. You’ve wrecked me, and I don’t think I’m capable of walking.” She rolls to face me, pressing a soft kiss on my lips.
“You have no idea of the wreckage you’ve caused me.” My heart is in shreds thinking she’ll return home, and I won’t see her again. “I’ll have my staff bring us a plate of desserts for you to choose from.”
“No, no, it’s okay.” She sits and winces. “I’d like to get some fresh air.”
“I could always carry you in my arms.”
“That would be a bit overdramatic.” She laughs and flinches. “On second thought…” She smiles at me over her shoulder.
“With that mischievous smile of yours, if you don’t get your delectable ass out of bed, I’ll cuff you again.”
She clambers to her feet and tosses her dress over her shoulders, then blows a strand of hair from her eyes. “This will have to do.”
I begrudgingly crawl out of bed. My only motivator is that I’m hungry for food. While I tug on a pair of jeans, I call my waitstaff, waking them up to prepare a tray.
“I feel terrible. We could have just raided the fridge ourselves.” She stares at my bare chest.
“They are highly paid to be at my beck and call.”
“Are you going to put a shirt on?” She swipes her tongue over her bottom lip.
“If your hair can be that much of a mess, then there shouldn’t be an issue with me not wearing a shirt.” I chuckle.
She runs over to the mirror, leans her head to the side, and brushes it with her fingers. I walk up behind her and slap her in the ass. “I’m still not wearing a shirt.” I take her hand and walk out of the cabin to the upper deck, where one of my employees is turning on the gas firepit and has already brought out a bottle of wine.
