Kaya

I’d just turned to head downstairs when I heard the doorbell ring. I hurried to the stairs and ran down before I flung the door open with a smile. “What took you so long?” I teased.

He’d changed into a pair of jeans and a navy blue tee, and as usual, he looked sexy as hell. He held out a bottle of wine to me with a, grin that was combustible, something I felt in every cell in my body. “You’ll like this,” he murmured. “It’s soft and sweet, just like you.”

I blushed and grinned as I took it from his hand and set it down on the table next to the door. “I can’t wait to try it.”

“But first,” he said huskily. I looked up at him and licked my lips, waiting to see what that meant. Without hesitating, he pulled me into his arms and kissed me deeply. Minutes later when he lifted his lips from mine I was left breathless and needy, desperate for more.

“Es una locura lo mucho que te extrañé,” he rasped as he twirled a strand of my hair with his fingers.

When a few seconds passed without him explaining what that meant, I poked him playfully in the chest.

“What did that mean?”

He cocked his head and looked down at me in confusion. “What?”

“What you just said in Spanish,” I prodded.

His eyes widened in surprise before he threw his head back and laughed. When he looked back down at me, his eyes were filled with mirth. “My God, did I really?”

I nodded.

“I didn’t even realize,” he laughed. “I guess I forgot to translate from my head to my mouth.”

“Don’t leave me in suspense,” I joked. “What did it mean?”

He cupped my face between his hands. “I said that it’s crazy how much I missed you. It took me exactly twelve minutes to park my car next door, change my clothes and haul it back here, but it felt like an hour.”

I blushed and smiled up at him adoringly. “I missed you, too,” I murmured.

He groaned, dropped a kiss on my nose and stepped back. “You make me crazy,” he said.

I couldn’t contain the joker-like smile that spread across my face. “You’re welcome,” I said cheekily as we made our way to the couch. I gestured to the remotes on the table. “Shall we rent something from iTunes or watch something on Netflix or Prime?”

He considered for a minute before answering. “The other day you said you wanted to watch Inception again. I’m in if you want to do that.”

I clapped my hands together twice happily. “Yesss,” I drawled excitedly. “The soundtrack alone is worthy of re-watching several times a year. It’s already in Emery’s iTunes bought movies, all you have to do is click search and type in the name.”

He laughed as he did just that. I rose from the couch and walked around the room turning out the lights, save for the soft thirty-watt light that sat on a table by the door. Once the lighting was taken care of, I went into the kitchen and opened the bottle of white wine he’d brought. I wandered back into the living room with wine glasses in hand and grinned when I saw that he had the movie all cued up. After setting our wine glasses on the coffee table, I sat down next to him and curled up against his side. I loved the way I fit into him like the spot had been made for me, and I especially enjoyed the way he wrapped his arm around me.

I loved Inception, and before Alejandro, I would’ve said I could watch it a million times without losing interest. All that went right out the window ten minutes into the movie. This was because he’d been trailing his fingers up and down my left arm, and it distracted the heck out of me. I kept tilting my head and looking up at him, and every time I did he’d look down at me with a smile. The feeling I got from him touching my skin was unreal. My nipples pebbled as my breath started coming faster. When I looked up at him again, he was already watching me with hooded eyes. I set my hand down on his knee and started slowly moving it up his thigh, not breaking eye contact as I did.

He sucked in a harsh breath, his eyes flaring with heat as he stared down at me. “Kaya,” he groaned.

In the blink of an eye, I was on his lap, and we were kissing. I kept expecting my reaction to having his mouth on mine to bank down a little, but it wasn’t happening. Having him close like that only made me want him more. I’d never felt such desire for another person—and, if I’m honest, I’d never expected to. The Mr. Rogers type I’d long envisioned myself winding up with hadn’t been a great kisser in my mind. I’d imagined him to be calm, confident and, most importantly, reliable. Being with Alejandro was like the difference between being kissed chastely by a boyfriend on any fifties show and being kissed by Jamie Dornan until you were nothing more than a puddle of need and frustration.

I whimpered as I shamelessly ground myself on his erection, letting out a low moan when he tore his lips from mine and pushed my hair back to lick and then gently suck on my neck. “Oh… myyyy,” I moaned as he moved to another spot. The feeling of his trimmed beard against my soft skin as his mouth worked on me only made me feel that much more desperate. I clutched his shoulders and tipped my head back to allow him better access as I rolled my hips and continued rubbing against him.

“Tienes un sabor asombroso, mi Belleza.”

He shifted beneath me as he said it, and the movement caused a little shock to roll through my system. “Alejandro,” I gasped.

“Nunca supe que podia sentirme así,” he whispered against my neck.

I had no clue what, exactly, he was saying—but nothing had ever sounded better.

I groaned to let him know I was annoyed when he lifted me off his lap. My displeasure was brief since he was just laying me down on the couch. I shivered when he positioned himself over me, settling between my legs like he belonged there. He captured my mouth in a kiss that made me dizzy as we ground against each other. His hands slid up the back of my legs before settling on my buttocks, holding me tight as he ground against me.

My clit throbbed, my nipples ached, and my core was clenching, desperate to feel him in my most intimate place. My body was ready for him even if my mind didn’t think we were quite there yet.

The way he kissed me was so erotic I could feel the buzz of it throughout my entire body. He tore his mouth from mine and let out a harsh sound when I slid my hands under his shirt and touched his back.

“Fuck, Kaya,” he groaned. “You make me crazy.”

“Don’t stop,” I whimpered. “Kiss me again.”

He didn’t need to be asked again. His tongue plunged into my mouth again as I trailed my fingers up and down his back, our kiss so deep that I could barely breathe with the sensations rolling through my body. He ground himself against me perfectly, somehow hitting the spot through our layers of clothes. Every time he groaned or made a noise in his throat I rubbed up against him like a hussy, desperate for more.

We went at it like that for hours, enough time passing that when we finally came up for air, the movie had long since stopped. Never once did Alejandro push me or try to take it somewhere I wasn’t one hundred percent sure I was ready to go and that only made me like him all the more. We both chuckled when we sat up and realized it was almost one in the morning. I’d never had a make-out session like that in my life—and there was a huge part of me that wanted to get back to it.

“That was incredible,” he said as he wrapped his arms around me and held me close.

I grinned as I nodded against his chest. “Yes, it was,” I agreed.

He made me feel like I was the most important person in the world and I couldn’t get enough of it. I sat in his lap, snuggled against him as we held hands and talked quietly for a few minutes about what we planned to do the following day. I loved that it wasn’t even a question that we would be spending it together, and I was thrilled that he wanted to help me with the video I planned to shoot. Of course, in that case, help really meant eat, since I was making scallop bisque and lobster with an herbed cream sauce. We planned to have him take pictures and film a few clips while I bought the ingredients in the morning. After that, we agreed that we should spend a few hours out by the pool. I’d start dinner around four, and we’d go from there.

It was just before two in the morning when he left, after another steamy kiss at my door as he said goodbye. As I closed the door behind him, I was already looking forward to seeing him again.