I took the stairs two at a time.
Every second that passed and I wasn’t inside her, the thirst grew. My want leaned toward the filthy. A sin.
Once inside the room, I tossed her on the bed. Not gentle in the least, I watched her body bounce and then settle against the dark sheets.
Green eyes met my blue ones; she rose up on her elbows. Followed my every move as I pulled my shirt off. A shiver ran up her spine when my pants dropped to the floor and pooled at my feet.
I’d gone commando.
Was as hard as a motherfucking steel pike.
Cock free, I wrapped a hand around myself and pumped twice. “Lose the bra,” I said, voice gentle—a complete contradiction to the craziness burning within.
Each day with her brought new meaning to the word manic. Crazed. Unhinged. I was every single definition of the word for her.
Always her.
Only her.
Nimble fingers pulled the sports bra off and tossed it toward me. “Anything else?” Coquettish little devil smirked as I caught her top in my hand. Giggled when I brought the material to my nose and inhaled.
Mother of fuck. Heaven.
Slim always smelled sinful to me. Delicate, yet overwhelmingly sweet. And it was most potent in two places: her pussy and the center of her chest.
“Take everything off,” I growled. The sound animalistic. Her scent was all around me. In me.
With a hand she cupped her breast, eyes on mine. “That’s your job.” She pulled the stiff peaks—pinched them hard—the same way I would.
Placing one knee on the bed, I paused to admire her body. Each curve made my mouth water. Fuck, I was one lucky son of a bitch.
“Shorts off, Arianna. Show me my pussy.”
“All yours,” she whimpered, and the soft sound settled on the tip of my dick. A drop of pearl-like fluid pooled at the slit; I swiped my thumb over the head and spread it down my shaft.
Pumped myself in time with each pull of her nipples.
Leaving her abused tits, Ari skimmed her hands down her body and paused at the edge of her shorts. Pulled the elastic away from her waist, and then, with a slow roll of her hips, she pushed them down.
Bare skin.
No panties.
Slim’s mound was visible, her little clit peeking out of the material’s edge.
“All the way.” Rough, the timbre of my voice was deep, almost unrecognizable with want.
Wiggling, they moved to her upper thighs and then shin. Her feet. There, they dangled off her toes for me to accept as a gift.
On her next breath, I’d tossed them across my room and nestled my hips between her parted legs, the warmth of her pussy pressed tight against my length.
“Hi,” she whispered with an adorable smile on those bee-stung lips.
Leaning close, I returned her smile. Sometimes it made no sense how we could go from raging inferno to laughing and smiles.
There was a level of comfort I’d never reached with anyone else.
“Love you so much,” I whispered against her lips before taking them between my own. Then I kissed. Took possession of her mouth as a starved man would after finding his way home and into his lover’s embrace.
Our tongues intertwined, and her breath was my own.
Her hands found purchase on my hair and pulled. Tiny shocks of pain traveled down my spine and settled on the tip of my engorged head. Fuck, I was hard.
Wanted to slip inside her warmth.
Bathe my length in her wetness.
Leaning her forehead against mine, Slim pecked me twice and then looked up at me with tenderness. “I’m going to miss you tomorrow.”
“Don’t leave,” I groaned into her mouth, stealing another sinful kiss. Cock grazing her entrance, I rubbed the tip over her clit, a mini thrust that kept her writhing beneath me.
“It’s just for a few days...” it was cute how she tried to seem unaffected “...need to check in on my businesses.”
I both loved and hated how successful she was; those responsibilities were in the way of my keeping her. For now anyways. My plans consisted of a few changes to make it easier.
“If it wasn’t for that scheduled meeting with Chaz and Brian, I’d follow you home.”
“What about Tex? Will he be there?” For some insane and adorable reason, my girl felt partly to blame for the state of Tex’s current predicament.
The man was here three days and then back in Texas for four. We could all see how the situation with Ashley was weighing on him.
Nevertheless, to each his own. He chose that headache.
“Nope. He’s still off at his family’s ranch.” Arianna pouted in displeasure, and I nipped her lips. I couldn’t help myself. “But he’ll come back next week.”
“Ouch!” Green eyes narrowed, and her fingers dug into my bicep. “Jerk.”
With a swipe of my tongue, I loved on the bite. “Better?” Slim nodded, but there seem to be something on her mind. “Talk to me.”
“Why was Heather telling you that I wouldn’t go for it? What the hell is it?”
Fuck.
Abort.
Abort.
So I did the only thing I could at the moment; I slammed into her tight, wet heat. Slim choked on a scream, and I smirked.
No more questions from her.
I Love You...
“Call me the moment you get in.” We were at her gate the next morning, my arms wrapped tightly around her waist as we waited for first class to be called. “Mean it, Slim...” I gave her a pointed look “...before you even reach baggage claim.”
She giggled, face hidden in my shirt. “Who knew you were such a worrywart?”
“Shut it.” Turning us so her back was away from the other flyers, I reached down and pinched her sweet ass.
“Dammit, Cheesy!” Ari yelped, hand coming between us to twist my nipple. Abusive little nymph knew what that did to me and how I wouldn’t be able to react. Not here.
I liked a little pain with my pleasure.
Shit turned me on.
“I’ll impale you on my cock for all to see. Please, I beg you, keep testing my limits.” Thank fuck this airport had a special room for their important clientele. Those that needed extra “necessities” met.
The four other people waiting with us looked our way, but turned around just as quick. No one cared. That or they were too busy dealing with their own shit.
Privacy was something celebrities valued above all else, and right now, these accommodations were working to my advantage.
“You started it—”
“And I’ll finish it too,” I swore through clenched teeth, hips pressing my hard length against her stomach. A soft blush bloomed across her cheek and neck; I wanted to lick her in the worst of ways.
Anywhere.
Everywhere.
However she would allow.
Looking around us, I spotted a private bathroom labeled for families. It would be perfect. A quick fuck and I’d send her on her way with my come dribbling down her panties and inner thighs.
A little memento to hold her over.
That, and any motherfucker who got too close would smell me on her. The scent of come is subtle, but noticeable. Easy to recognize.
Reading the time on the airline’s information board, I noticed we had ten minutes before she boarded. I could work with that.
Could make her come in that time.
“Don’t even.” Slim raised a brow, and I found that shit sexy. Fuck that, just her standing there breathing aroused me. Even after making her mine three times last night, I felt insatiable. Would always want more.
I was completely and irreversibly owned by this small woman.
“Come with me.”
“No.”
“Arianna Garcia, I swear to God that if—”
“Attention passengers boarding flight 1125 to Miami, Florida.” You have got to be kidding me. “We will begin boarding shortly, all those flying...” I tuned the customer service agent out and narrowed my eyes at Slim.
My girl was all cheeky smiles and bright eyes.
“Sorry, Cheesy. Can’t help you now.” Taking a step closer, she rose onto the tip of her toes and licked the shell of my ear before nipping the sensitive flesh. “I mean,” she sing-songed, a hint of mischief in those jade eyes, “I would if I could, but since you are hiding things from me...”
“Manipulative little—”
“Careful how you finish that sentence.”
“Yes ma’am.” Moreover, like the motherfucking pussy that I was for her, I pouted.
“You spent all night distracting me with sex.” Shit. Fuck. Damn. Ari crossed her arm over her chest and raised a perfectly shaped brow. “Deny it. I dare you.”
“It’s not what you think.” And I could have bitch slapped myself for using those words. Nothing good ever came from them. “Let me explain.”
“This is going to be good.” A few steps from where we stood there were some chairs; Slim walked to them and parked it. All the while, her eyes remained on mine. “I’m waiting.”
Kneeling in front of her, I cupped her chin in my hand. “Can you just trust me that it’s something really good. Fucking fantastic.”
“Of that there is no doubt,” she snickered, “but I do enjoy the extra servings of cock I’m receiving.” At the word cock, mine twitched. Movement she caught, and rolled her eyes. “Behave.”
“That’s almost impossible next to you.” Once more they called out her flight, this time asking first class to board.
“Time to go.”
“Yeah...” We both stood and walked over to the service desk. People were lined up to have their tickets scanned, all in a rush to get on the plane. Same one that wasn’t taking off until all were aboard.
Instead of moving up, we stood at the back of the line. Faced each other.
Grasping my hand in hers, Arianna stared at me with her bottom lip caught between her teeth. “No one is dying...right? Nothing that should scare me?”
At that precise moment, I think I fell for her all over again.
Other women would be speculating my infidelity. That I was a lying bastard. That I was out to do me.
Not her.
No. Ari’s main concern was for those she cared about, that no matter what, we were okay.
With two fingers on her chin, I tipped her face up to mine. Pressed my lips to hers. “I promise that when you come back, it’ll all make sense. Let me surprise you, sweet girl.”
She parted her lips and exhaled. “Okay.”
“Always trust me to do right by you.” The stewardess gave us an extra minute to say goodbye, and I pulled my girl in close. Chest to chest, I snuggled her into my embrace while my lips kissed the top of her head. “Everything I do is for us.”