CHAPTER 10
Kenzie
Who could say no to a man like him? Especially when they stepped out of their apartment building to find him waiting in a sex machine like the one he drove? It only added to his mystique, to the image I had of him.
Once again, I wondered who he was.
What he did.
How he could afford to live his life.
The girls certainly wanted to know, charging me with bringing home serious intel on him. “I mean it. Where does he work? Is he a secret agent or something?”
“I honestly don’t know,” I’d said before dashing into the bathroom for a shower. I’d intended to do a little looking into him while at the office earlier, only the day had been too crazy for me to remember.
By the time I was finished with the shower and was barreling out of the bathroom, all three girls were sitting around a laptop with their mouths hanging open.
“Oh, great,” I’d said, dashing to my room with my toothbrush sticking out of my mouth. “Tell me he’s a serial killer or something.”
“No. Well, I hope not. You said his name is Aaron Bello, right?”
“Right,” I called out, pulling on the underwear I’d worn for his photo.
“That makes him the CEO of Ricardo de Lugo,” Emery called out.
It took a second for her words to sink in. “What?”
“Yeah, you know. Ricardo de Lugo. One of the most popular clothing lines in the country, maybe the world.” Chloe stared at me with wide eyes. “I have a few pieces in my closet right now. You should wear one and really fuck with his head.”
“Like it would fit me,” I said, distracted. She was a good half foot shorter than I was. “He’s the head of the company? Holy shit. No wonder he’s stupid rich!” I wondered why he hadn’t let that nugget of information drop last night.
So, in the car, I asked him that very question. “Why didn’t you tell me you’re the CEO of Ricardo de Lugo?” I asked, smiling.
“I didn’t think it mattered,” he said with a shrug.
“But, I mean, we were talking about work this morning. That would have been the perfect time.”
“Right, but . . .” He trailed off, looking sheepish. I could only see his profile, but I could tell he was embarrassed by what he’d been close to saying.
I read his mind. “You didn’t think we’d ever see each other again, so what difference did it make?”
“Yeah. That.”
“You have a point.” I let it go.
He was right, naturally. We weren’t dating. We weren’t even friends, really. I wasn’t sure what we were, thanks to the gift he sent and the fact that I was sitting in his car, speeding toward his apartment building.
I’d never been more confused about a not-relationship in my life.
Don’t over-think it. Chandra’s words rang in my head.
Right. I couldn’t over-think it. All I had to do was have fun—and if he was in the mood for the sort of night we’d had once already, I had the feeling that fun was on the menu, so to speak.
It was just as it had been the night before, only I knew what to expect this time. Once we reached the inside of the elevator, I could hardly wait until the doors closed before I jumped him. I had a lot of stress to work off, and just the sight of him in his black V-neck and jeans—a simple outfit if there ever was one—was enough to turn me on.
He lifted me again, pushing me against the wall, driving his hips upward to hump me as we made out. I clawed at him, wanting to tear his clothes off. He sucked on my lower lip, then bit down. I hissed in surprise, then groaned as even more intense pleasure swept through me. He pulled my hair, yanking my head back so his mouth could travel down my throat.
He put me down when the elevator arrived at the top floor, and we were hardly inside the penthouse before we started taking our clothes off. We left a trail through the hall, leaving us in our underwear by the time we reached the bedroom.
This time, he pushed me back onto the bed with no question as to how I wanted it. The buzzing between my thighs strengthened in reply to his demanding nature, and a fresh wave of warm pleasure spread there.
No sooner was I on my back than he was on his knees, between my thighs. I held his head fast, tangling my fingers in his hair as he kissed and licked his way over my inner thighs until he reached the center of my need.
“Yes, Aaron,” I breathed as his tongue teased moans from the very depths of my being.
Slowly—achingly slowly—he eased the panties down until he revealed all of me. I was there, exposed, trusting him even as my heart beat like a speeding train.
Then he dove in like a man starving for the taste of me. I arched my back, crying out in pleasure as his tongue lapped at my lips before dipping further inside to tantalize my throbbing button.
As he licked that little bundle of nerves, making me writhe and call out his name until it was the only word I knew, his fingers slid in and out of my waiting entrance. He curled them up, toward my navel, massaging me both inside and out until I was sure I couldn’t stand the pleasure anymore.
I was certain it would kill me even as I screamed and shook from the force of a mind-blowing orgasm.
I held his head between my thighs in a vice grip as I came down, slowly relaxing and coming back to my senses. He grinned up at me, planting one more kiss on my mound before climbing onto the bed.
I spread my legs wider, inviting him between them, holding my arms out to take him inside me. I needed him, needed the fullness of him, the way it felt when we were together.
I was already hooked on him and powerless to stop it.
When he lowered himself over me, guiding his thickness inside me, I shuddered with intense pleasure and raked my nails down his back.
Then he surprised me, taking one wrist, then the other, holding them over my head with one hand while he massaged my breast with the other.
And still he drove himself forward, on and on, sliding into me with a satisfied grunt every time. I matched him, driving my hips upward to meet his thrusts.
He was so strong, so demanding. He held me fast, taking me his way, forcing me to succumb to him.
And I did, gladly.
It was even hotter that way, and I looked up into his flushed face with a smile as he pressed my hands into the pillow above my head.
His thrusts grew stronger, sharper, deeper. I felt the urgency in him as he pushed his way into me, and I willingly met him. I let him take me, urging him on, crying out in ecstasy as he pinned me to the bed and plunged into me with a loud slapping noise every time our bodies met.
It was bliss.
One I wanted to last forever.
But it couldn’t. It never did.
The sweet tension in my core tightened, grew, pulsed stronger and stronger until there was nothing in the world but the sweet, overwhelming joy as my body shook with the force of another orgasm.
I cried out in ecstasy and opened my eyes to find him looking down at me with even deeper lust in his eyes as he neared his own climax.
“Yes! Yes! Kenzie, oh fuck!” He drove himself forward once more, gasping and shaking, roaring my name.
I closed my eyes, loving the way it sounded. Taking pleasure in his pleasure. It was all so sweet, so deep and all-consuming. I couldn’t have described it if I tried.
It was the sort of thing that had to be felt.
He rolled over, onto his back. We lay there, side-by-side, both of us gasping for air. He was in incredible shape, and even he’d lost his breath.
“Wow.” I hadn’t thought it could be that good two nights in a row—I’d hoped, of course, but I hadn’t dared go further than hoping.
I heaved a heavy sigh, reveling in the way every last bit of tension had left my body. All the stress in my neck and shoulders was gone. He was a miracle worker, pure and simple.
“Come here,” he whispered in a deep, satisfying husky voice, holding an arm out.
He wanted to cuddle again? It was like hitting the lottery. I wondered what I had done to get that lucky.
Aaron didn’t have to say it—I knew he wasn’t the type who ordinarily engaged in post-coital cuddling.
“By the way,” I whispered, running a single finger over his chest, “thank you for the flowers and champagne.”
I heard the chuckle bubbling up in his chest before it came out of his mouth, his breath stirring my hair. “You’re welcome,” he murmured, running a hand up and down my back.
The last conscious thought I had before falling asleep was the realization that Aaron was the best thing I had going in my life.