Unthinkable (Undeniable Trilogy #1) Page 7

  “Maya, stop, baby please let me inside you.” But I couldn’t. He was almost there and I wasn’t going to stop.

  “Fuck!” he moaned loudly and grabbed my head. I could feel the warm sensation of his essence flowing down the back of my throat. I continued to suck him while he caught his breath. I stood and grabbed a paper towel to wipe my mouth. He had an expression of shock on his face. I turned to throw the paper towel away when he grabbed me, picked me up, wrapped my legs around him, and sat me on the counter.

  He took the honey out of his cabinet and opened the cap.

  “Open,” he stated. I opened my mouth on command and he drizzled honey in my mouth, down my chin, and on my neck.

  “Swallow.” I did as he commanded. He ripped his shirt off me then drizzled honey on my breasts and nipples.

  “Lay back,” he directed. I lay back on the cold granite countertop. My nipples hardened as soon as I lay down. He drizzled honey down my chest, my belly, and my pussy. He walked around the counter and positioned himself above my head.

  Leaning in, he started kissing me. I have never enjoyed kisses as much as I enjoyed his. He licked the honey off my mouth, chin, slowly moving to my neck, sucking hard, and leaving slight bite marks along his trail. He walked back around and began to lick the honey off my breast, paying close attention to my nipples, tugging and biting them. It made my clit ache and my pussy beg for his entry. He worked his way down to my v-lounge and started lapping the honey off me, delivering long lashings from his tongue as I arched my back when he began to suck on my clit.

  “Nicholas,” I moaned. “Please.”

  “Please, what?”

  “Please take me. I want you inside me,” I begged.

  “If I take you like you are suggesting I do, it won’t be like last night. It will be hard and fast. Are you sure that’s what you want, if not, allow me to continue so I can calm the rage inside me,” he said. I was nervous at the tone of his voice, but my body was craving raw, animalistic, unrestrained sex. I wanted him to kill his rage in me.

  “Yes,” I answered. He had a dark gleam in his eyes as he spread my legs apart and thrust inside me, hard.

  I cried out and he kissed me to comfort me. He continued thrusting hard and fast as I gasped with each motion.

  “Maya, oh fuck, you are fucking wet.” His voice was deep and full of desire. With the pounding my pussy was taking, I felt my orgasm building and I knew I was going to erupt at any moment. He must have felt it too. He got off the counter top, picked me up, and backed us against the wall in his kitchen. We were kissing frantically, biting and pulling on each other’s lips. I held my head back and dug my nails into his back as he thrust harder and faster up against the wall enjoying this erotic and sticky pleasure.

  “Mmm, I’m coming,” I moaned as he began going faster and faster. My orgasm ripped through my body and I felt the contractions of my sex muscles tighten around his massive cock. That did not deter him as he continued fucking me hard after I was spent. I rest my head on his shoulder and bit him hard as I felt him pulsating deep within me.

  “Oh God! Amaya!” he grunted and then stilled inside me. For a moment, I wondered what the neighbors were thinking if they could hear us. Still pinned against the wall, he leaned in and started kissing me. My legs were a quivering mess. I didn’t think I had anything left in me after last night. We looked at each other for what felt like an eternity. Kissing and licking honey off each other as we calmed down. He carried me into the bathroom and started the shower, still holding me. When the water was warm, we got in the shower and sat on the floor, me lying in his arms and the water streaming down on us. He grabbed the soap and started washing me, making me feel more relaxed under his touch. I don’t know what this was, but it sure felt nice. I wasn’t concerned about my relationship worries or anything. I turned around and started washing him, admiring every inch of his body for the wonder that it was and paying close attention to the scratches I left on his back and the bite mark on his shoulder while kissing him on his tattoo.

  “Let’s go grab something to eat since you are very dangerous in the kitchen,” he said.

  “Um, I don’t have any clean clothes or panties for that matter.” Referring to my thong he tore last night.

  ‘You could drop me off at my place,” I suggested.

  “Sure, we can stop by there.” His tone was full of direction instead of suggestion.

  “Nicholas, I do have things to go take care of today.” I tried to get out of spending more time with him, but the look on his face easily said I am not giving up. “Fine, you can wait for me until I come out and we can go together.”

  “This one time only.” His voice was stern and to the point. I couldn’t tell him that I didn’t have any errands to run; I only wanted time alone to figure out what happened between us. Since the gallery opening, he had consumed my thoughts and now he had my mind and body. I lose composure around him and now he has fucked me as if tomorrow is never coming.

  “This feels good, but I’m hungry. You ready to get out?” he asked.

  “Yes.” My voice was quiet, shy, concerned.

  “Are you okay?” I shook my head to provide him a visual of my response.

  “Just, thinking about the things I need to do, that’s all,” I said, leading him off the inquisitive path. I kept thinking of how my last relationship started like this but ended in pure tragedy. He kissed me, pulling me away from my thoughts, stood and held out his hand to help me up.

  “Here you go, Maya.” He tossed me a T-shirt to wear with my leggings as we dried off.

  “Thank you,” I replied as I grabbed my dental care. A low chuckle and smile appeared.

  “What?” I asked curiously.

  “You always carry dental hygiene with you?”

  “Only when I go out with the girls. You never know with them what kind of trouble we will get into.”

  “I believe it. Those girls are wild, except Samantha.”

  “Don’t let her fool you,” I said. I looked up and he caught my attention as he was getting dressed. My God, his body was sinfully amazing. His mouth was moving, but I couldn’t hear a sound over the noise his body was making. His perfectly chiseled abs that flexed as he continued to dry his hair with his towel. I watched him pull up his jeans and button them and I couldn’t stop staring at his V. Flashbacks of last night and this morning flooded my mind and I began to get aroused.

  “Did you hear me?” I was embarrassed. I was caught staring at him hard; I didn’t hear him speak to me.

  “Uh, no sorry, I must’ve spaced out.” I giggled a little thinking about the embarrassment I was feeling. He walked over to me and caressed my face.

  “I asked if Blue Collar was okay with you,” he repeated while putting on his T-shirt that seemed to mold to every crease of his abs.

  “Sure, that’s fine. I love their food.” I swallowed hard trying to get a hold of my feelings. Having him that close, and with my thoughts wondering, proved to be a challenge.

  “Okay then. You ready?” he asked, grabbing his keys and putting his low ankle socks and Chucks on. I shook my head yes in response still mesmerized by his body, his smile, his presence. As I stood to my feet, he grabbed and kissed me, making my heart beat faster. I placed my arms around his neck as he placed his hands around my waist. Our kisses started to turn more passionate and we pulled away, staring at each other intently.

  “We better go,” he said, panting, “or else we will not make it out of here.” I laughed as we headed out the door.

  When we walked outside, I noticed that we were close to my place.

  “So this is where you stay, huh?” My question trying to serve as an icebreaker. We had been in complete silence since entering the car.

  “Sort of. I got that place because I am here a lot and sometimes it’s a late evening on the job sites or in design and I would be too tired to drive to my actual place.”

  “And where is that?”

  “It’s in Fort Lauderdale. No
t too far, but I like convenience.”

  “I love the fact that mostly everything I do is within a fifteen-minute drive time for me.” There was an obvious awkwardness between us. I could feel his eyes gazing at me and when I would look up, he would act as if he had been paying attention to the road the whole time. When we arrived at my place, I decided to invite him in.

  “Do you think it’ll be safe?” He smirked and raised his eyebrows with that devilish smile on his mouth.

  “Yes, we will be safe. I’m too hungry to think about anything else right now and I’m sure you will need the fuel.”

  We entered the building and I introduced Nicholas to our door attendant, figuring he would be coming by often. I asked for a visitor tag that he could have for when he comes over, should he come over, if we have that type of relationship. Man, I had a lot to say and work out, I thought to myself. We got on the elevator and headed up to the third floor. It was a quiet ride with occasional glances and acknowledging smiles. I looked at the numbers lighting up indicating which floor we were on and I could see him looking at me. I tried to ignore him, but I couldn’t. His stare beckoning my attention.

  “Nicholas.” My tone was soft while trying to scare up the nerve to talk about last night.

  “Yes?” His eyes were wide with curiosity and a slight grin on his face. He had slight stubble appearing on his jawline and he licked his lips as if he was thirsty.

  “Um, my house may be a little disarrayed from us getting dressed last night. Just want to warn you.” Shit, I can’t talk to this guy without wanting to fucking jump his bones. I needed to gain focus here.

  “I have a younger sister. I know how women can be.” His reply was innocent and caused me to smile, feel a little at ease.

  I opened the door to my place and was totally embarrassed by the actual mess we left— clothes and shoes strewed everywhere, a variety of undergarments, wineglasses along with two empty bottles of wine. “Shit.” His words came out with the same feeling of shock I was expressing.

  “I’m sorry about this, Nicholas. Really, I am a clean person.”

  “I kind of figured that based on the dentist office in your purse.” He laughed. I picked up a few of the girls items and moved them so Nicholas could have a place to sit.

  “You girls went through a whole department store,” Nicholas said, laughing as he picked up a dress laying across the couch.

  “We had a few adjustments to make,” I said, grabbing the dress from him. “I’m going in my room to get changed. If you want something to drink, help yourself in the kitchen.” I blushed a little thinking about the kitchen encounter we had at his place this morning and he smiled at me when I caught my words. ‘I’ll be ready in ten minutes,” I added and hurried to my room not wanting to face him at this awkward moment.

  I threw on underwear, jeans, a white T-shirt, and sandals. All that dancing in those heels last night had my feet in slight discomfort. I put my hair up in a ponytail, put on basic hoop earrings, and was ready to go.

  “Ready?” I said to him as I re-entered the living room. He stood, eyes on me, and without breaking his gaze, walked toward me.

  “You are still beautiful.” His words are full of desire as he leaned in to kiss me.

  “What are we doing?” My voice broke the moment. “I mean, is this only sex for you or what?” He grabbed my face and kissed me, interrupting what I was saying. When we separated, my breath left with him. I felt light-headed and dizzy.

  “Six years. I’ve wanted you for six years. Believe me; I’m not going to let a chance to have you forever get away.”

  “Okay,” I said, exhaling deeply and putting aside all fears and uncertainties and deciding to go with it. I felt at ease for once, at peace somehow, knowing that he would not hurt me.

  “Come on, let’s go. I know you are hungry; you must be with all that work this morning,” he said, his smile appealing to the growing hunger deep within my loins. Grabbing my hand, we walked to the parking garage, got in his car, and left. He plugged in his iPod and selected a playlist called driving tunes. Jake Owen’s Real Life started playing and I looked over at Nicholas.

  “What you don’t like this?”

  “No Jake is fine, one of my favorites actually. I’m a bit surprised that you listen to it. Especially after the way you danced last night.” He chuckled a bit, finding amusement in my comment.

  “I actually like a lot of different music genres including classical. What about you, what are your interests in music?” Since this is one of the more concrete things we had in common and a way to ease the tension, I was pleased to engage in this conversation.

  “I like all genres too. Sometimes it is my mood that determines what I will listen to that day, including while at work. It soothes me if I feel rushed or if I need motivation.”

  “You strike me as the type of person who does not need any type of motivation.”

  “The façade does its job. I’m sort of a perfectionist. I know that I can’t do everything and expect to be perfect, but I strive for that level anyway.” I noticed that we were passing Blue Collar the spot he pre-picked for us to have lunch.

  “Um, Nicholas, you missed your turn.”

  “While you were getting dressed, I decided that I wanted to do something different so I made alternate plans. I hope that’s okay.”

  “Yes, that is fine, but why didn’t you tell me?”

  “To be honest, I was going to tell you, but when you walked out of the room, I lost my train of thought.” He paused and looked over at me and gently caressed my face, his thumb gracefully rubbing across my bottom lip. His touch was causing a waterfall in my undies and that desire from within was making her presence known. “If it’s not, tell me. Remember, I am not trying to pressure you into anything you do not want.”

  “I don’t feel pressured, Nicholas. I don’t want you to go through any trouble for me.”

  “Lunch is not trouble, Maya. It is a requirement of your body. It’s not far from here. I wanted a place with a little more privacy. I think we need to talk about what is going on between us. You know, lay our cards on the table. How does the other person feel about what happened?” It was as if he had been reading my thoughts the whole time.

  “Sure. I agree that we need to discuss the um, situation between us,” I said nervously while fidgeting with my hands. He looked over at me and grabbed my hand, pulled it to his mouth, and kissed it, providing me with comfort.

  We arrived at Balans restaurant in Brickell. As soon as we arrived, the host immediately escorted us to our seats. He had arranged for us to have an intimate corner booth away from other patrons. The host took our drink order and then left us alone. It was awkwardly silent for a moment. We would look up at each other with bated breath, waiting on the other to say something, but suddenly turn away.

  “Nicholas.” I took a deep breath and closed my eyes to relax before I spoke again and inserted my foot into my mouth. “We took a step last night that always changes the dynamic of a relationship as well as define it. I have not had the best of relationships and I am not sure how this should go. Like are you saying that you wanted me and now that you had me you are going to dump me?” I must have comedic timing because he laughed hard at my thought-out speech.

  “Maya, I didn’t bring you here to dump you. Everything I said to you is true. I’ve wanted you since I first laid eyes on you in class back in college. We had English I together with Professor Caine. On our first day, you wore a pair of jeans that hugged your curves in the right places, a black T-shirt that was from your high school, I guess, and white tennis shoes. You had your hair pulled back into the same ponytail you are wearing now and you had on your glasses. You dropped your pencil and all the guys watched as you bent over to get it. You had no clue of the attention you were getting. That let me know that you are not that type of girl who wanted attention. I almost failed because I was too busy thinking of you and not taking notes. The guys used to ask me why I never spoke to you or asked you out
. I told them that you had a one-track mind and guys were not a part of it. They thought I meant you were a lesbian at first.” I was in complete shock. Who remembers what someone wore to class. Was I being stalked in college? I thought to myself.

  “You remembered what I wore?” I said, astonished. “That’s pretty impressive.”

  “You were worth the note taking.” I was slightly embarrassed at his admission. Butterflies were having their own private party in my stomach right now. “When I heard that you were going to be at the club for the graduation party, I had to go and take a chance to at least meet you and speak to you.”

  “How did you find out?” The server returned with our drinks and asked if we were ready to order. We had been busy talking the entire time and hadn’t even opened the menus.

  “We need a few more minutes, please,” Nicholas requested of our server. We looked over our options, but my mind was stuck on what Nicholas had revealed—his passion for me over the past six years, and how he never said anything out of respect for my goals.

  “Ashley Moore is who told us you and the girls’ plans to go to the club for graduation.”

  “Aren’t you going to say something?” I thought I was speaking. Maybe my mind had the planned dialog going, but I was stuck on his eyes. Those hypnotizing, jade green eyes were soft, showing signs of vulnerability; and they were looking at me, piercing me to my core, affecting my thoughts, placing me in a trance.

  “I am at a loss for words. I mean that literally. I’ve never had anyone to feel this way about me and be genuine about it. I think that you are an amazing man. The fact that you are the CEO of your father’s company and that you work and not take the silver spoon route is commendable. Look at you, you're gorgeous. You could have any woman you want.” I was not sure how to continue or express what I was feeling. I was always the one to take the love plunge first and that feeling lasted a while but quickly dashed after I gave up the draws and I didn’t want that anymore.

  “I’m scared,’ I told Nicholas. “I don’t want to be hurt again. I gave this a shot before and he destroyed my heart and my mind. That’s why I don’t date, why I’m inexperienced. And I don’t want to be strung along only for sex either.”