Page 76 of Last First Kiss
He loved that she trusted him so much in the bedroom and that she was so open. He took her finger, slid her hand down her lean torso, and right between her legs. “Turn around and touch yourself,” he demanded, pushing her back down and her ass up. Pointing the shower away from them, he used his feet to widen her legs apart. He helped her balance herself with one of her hands against the wall. She looked over her shoulder and down to where he was fisting his swollen cock. He rubbed it up and down her slit.
“Fuck! Do not move a muscle.” Dripping water all over the bathroom, her face completely stunned, he walked out of the shower and ran to the medicine cabinet. “Please tell me you have condoms in here.” Everything fell out as he frantically searched the shelves.
“Yes. Xander does.” He’d never been so happy her roommate was a man. His dick was about to explode. He ran back in, ripped the wrapper, and slid it on.
“Don’t stop touching yourself. This might feel intense in this position. If it hurts let me know.” He slowly slid inside of her. The way her pussy gripped his cock was something he could live a hundred lifetimes and never get used to. It felt like a warm wet fist wrapped around him.
“Do you touch yourself?” he asked, but she didn’t respond and he pushed inside of her, hard.
“Ow!” she yelped when smacked her ass.
“Answer me. Do you touch yourself?” he asked again, now that he had her full attention.
“Yes.” Her needy moan vibrated through the bathroom and he pulled out and then thrust back in.
He’d never ever been this turned on in his entire life. He wasn’t sure how he hadn’t already exploded inside of her but if she kept moaning that way . . . “Fuck, Annabelle. Fuck Fuck fuck. I’m coming.”
“Go. Do it.”
“No. Hurry. Get there.”
He reached around and pinched her nipple with one of his hands, the other one covering the one she had against the wall. But he couldn’t hold back any longer and he detonated so hard and intensely his legs shook. A moment later, as he was about to collapse to the bathroom floor, she stiffened against his body, using both hands to hold herself up against the wall, the sound of pleasure filling the room.
He gathered her in his arms as he slid down to the floor. “It’s gonna be awesome to watch you fall in love with me, Tiger,” he said, lazily kissing her shoulder. She fit so perfectly against him and when she stiffened at his comment he chuckled but just held her tighter. He was beyond caring. The way he felt about her was too big. Too intense. And he didn’t want it to end. There was just one thing that kept holding him back from jumping with both feet in.
The only fear he had was her fearlessness.
He wasn’t sure how he felt about her job.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
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The jet landed at La Vanguardia airport outside Villavincencio, Colombia, at ten in the morning. From the small window in the plane it looked like a gloomy day with rain on the horizon, which was expected being that they were so close to the rain forest.
Annie was so serious he barely recognized her. Her face transformed into a soldier’s, her back straighter, her lips set in a straight line, her eyes moving quickly, scanning everywhere around them. Yet her body was still. She was a damn robot. This was the side of her that scared him. He wanted her there with him, not as an employee.
She wasn’t showing even a drop of emotion. He thought that by now he knew her. God, did he know her, he’d come to know every square inch of that delectable compliant little body. Just thinking of the way she let go for him, peeled back that armor, and let him have his way with her body, made his cock stir. But now she was cold, calculating, and quite frankly intimidating.
He knew she had an arsenal hidden underneath her clothes. And now that the plane was touching down, he was worried too. Not so much about himself, but about her. She’d have absolutely no qualms about getting right into the thick of things if shit went south, and he wasn’t prepared to see his woman in danger. Danger which he put her in. Yes, she signed up for it, but that didn’t make it less difficult. He wished they’d met under different circumstances. That he could be her protector, even if she didn’t need any protecting. It was old-fashioned, but he couldn’t help it. He didn’t want this for her. He wanted peace and tranquility for her. Not this wound-tight soldier who was now signaling for him to exit the plane after having surely done a sweep of the tarmac.
They were keeping a low profile. He hoped that would continue throughout the week. In jeans, a T-shirt, and a baseball hat, Rocco tried to look as unassuming as possible, but it was hard to blend in when he had just arrived in a private jet with an entourage of security, and when, in a country where the average person did not have a car, he was heading out of the airport in a brand new black sedan.
“Stop!” Annie said from five feet in front of him, halting her movement. “This plan isn’t going to work.” She turned to the local security and liaison he hadn’t even been introduced to yet. “I want a cab. Someone go get us a cab.”
The five men looked at each other utterly confused. “You,” she said, pointing to the one who seemed to be in charge. “Your English, it’s good, right?”
“Yes, señora.”
“Okay, please explain to them that if we leave this airport in a caravan, people will get curious. We need to blend in. I should have thought of this earlier,” she said, her face full of self-loathing. “But it’s not going to work. I’ll call the studio and then Rock and I will go see about the taxi. You five can head out in these cars and meet us tomorrow at the lobby at 0800. I don’t want anyone following you to the hotel.” It was as if she’d read his thoughts.
“But señora?”
“Do it,” she barked as she swiped the screen on her phone. Luckily, they were on a private tarmac in the airport and there wasn’t anyone around to witness all this. The man translated what Annie had said to the other men and they were speaking in Spanish, flailing their hands around. It didn’t take a genius to understand that they weren’t happy. Meanwhile, Annie stood aside and made calls, getting louder and louder by the minute. Eventually the guys got into the car and left and Annie made another call.
“Joey, it’s me. I’m here and there’s been a change of plans. I can’t explain it now but I’ve pissed everyone off. You have to trust me on this one though . . . yeah, expect a pissed-off call . . . yeah, I do know what I’m doing. Thanks, Joey. Call you when I’m there.” And she hung up.
“You ready?” she asked Rocco, tucking her phone back into her pocket.
