Page 69 of Paco
Chapter Twenty-One
Chelsea bolted upin bed, gasping for air; her insides quivering and sweat pouring down her back.Where am I? Bobby’s going to be mad that I’m not back yet.Her eyes darted around the dark room.I don’t know where I am.Fear slithered up her spine, sparking her nerves, tingling her skin, and threatening to send her over the edge into sheer panic.
A loud jingling noise at the door had her clawing the headboard, scrunching her body as much as she could. The pungent scent of fear enveloped her. It made her heart flutter, breath quicken, and legs itch to run, but where would she go?I don’t even know where I am.Grasping the sheet until her knuckles turned white, she pulled it over her head and waited.
The door opened and she bit the inside of her cheek until she tasted metal, burying the whimpers back down her throat.Thud, thud, thud.The footfalls came closer.No. Please don’t hurt me.She trembled under the cover. Her body was ready to explode.He’s standing by the bed. He’s watching me. He’s tormenting me. I know it. I can sense him.
“Chelsea?” a deep voice said softly.
I know that voice.
“Are you having a bad dream?” A warm hand slowly tugged at the sheet balled up in her fists. A flip of a switch and then the muted glow of light from the lamp on the nightstand filled the room. Through the sheet, she saw the shadowy outline of a man. “Come on. It’s me—Paco. I came home early. I was worried about you.”
Paco! That’s right, I’m in his room. I’m safe.She opened her fists and the cover fell. There was softness mixed with concern in his eyes. Reaching out, she stroked his scruffy face.I want to make sure you’re real.“I didn’t think you’d come back at this late hour.”
“I wanted to make sure you were safe. Did something happen?”
She shook her head. “It seemed so real. I was back with Bobby, and he was really mad because I didn’t come home at the time he told me to. It was just all mixed up, you know. When I woke up, I was disoriented. I didn’t know where I was. I thought he was coming to hurt me.”
The mattress creaked and sank when he sat down and drew her into his arms. He stroked her hair and she nuzzled against him, the fear from earlier dissolving. The scent of leather and wind replaced the stench of terror.
“You just had a bad dream. I’m here now. You’re safe. Did you miss me?”
Miss you? You’re all I thought about. I wanted and needed you so badly.She nodded and pressed closer, snuggling against the firmness of his muscular chest.
“I missed you too,” he whispered in her hair.
She tipped her head back and her stomach clenched with heat at the blistering want in his gaze. “Kiss me,” she rasped, curling her arms around his neck. His mouth crashed down on hers, stealing her pain, chasing away the demons inside her head. He pushed her down, and his brawny build sandwiched her hard against the mattress. His hands roamed over her arms, her back, her hips, finally resting and then digging into her firm butt cheeks. His touch awoke every part of her, and her body hummed and tingled as she tugged his shirt up, pressing closer to him until they were skin to skin.
Pulling away slightly, he lowered his head and kissed between her breasts, slowly running his tongue up her neck and along her jawline. With ferocity, his mouth captured hers again and his tongue shot through her parted lips, pouring his heat down her throat. He tasted dark and delicious: espresso with a hint of cinnamon.
She wanted him. Her breasts ached and her stomach was tight with want, and the rush of arousal between her legs surged through her senses. Sliding his hand into her panties, he buried his finger deep inside her, pinning her legs down when she started to buck.
“Fuck,” he groaned against her mouth.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered, heat surging through her with such intensity that she thought she would blow up right then and there.
He pulled up and fumbled with his jeans, tugging them and his boxers down past his knees. “Dammit,” he said under his breath as he tried to push off his boots. He sat up and kicked them off, then lifted his T-shirt over his head. She watched as his muscles rippled and flexed with each movement, and then her eyes lowered and she licked her lips.
Bowing over her, he captured one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking and tugging it deep and hard. Her hands flew to his hair, pulling it and crushing his face against her breasts. He raised up and locked his gaze on hers while pinching her nipples painfully and deliciously.
“Feels so good,” she murmured. The pain mixed with pleasure hit her deep in her core, and she craved more, more,more.
His gaze danced over her skin before he grabbed her green panties and ripped them off, then spread her legs wide. “You’re so ready for me,” he said thickly as he stroked her with skillful fingers, sending electric sparks through her.
She writhed beneath him, gasping, and he slid his finger into her. Deep moans escaped her throat and she arched her back.
“Look at me, baby,” he said hoarsely.
She latched onto his smoky, dark gaze, sucking in a sharp breath when he plunged more fingers into her. She rocked her hips to meet his thrusts as every muscle coiled like a spring. Lowering his head between her legs, he kissed, licked, and teased while sliding in and out of her in a slow, even rhythm.
His heated gaze burned into hers as he raised his head. “You turn me inside out, woman. When I hold you close, kiss you, fuck you, I burn raw… deep down inside.”
His words touched her deeply, and she craved him with a hunger that was insatiable, a passion that scorched every part of her. Not only did lust sizzle through her, but the desire to simply be taken, to have him master her, to take her hard and swiftly enough to make her forget herself overwhelmed her.
“I want to surrender to you.” She dug her nails in his shoulders.Ineedyou to help me trust again. To feel without any thoughts. To see sex as something beautiful each and every time.She threw her hands above her head.
Paco stared at her, his eyes dark with desire. “You like being tied up?”
