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She stopped only a few steps away from the fourth floor landing.
"What?" She asked, breathless. One hand rested on the wooden railing; the other reached for my undone tie and pulled. "Wet from me?"
She dropped the tie on the floor and undid the top buttons of my shirt with a single hand.
I stepped closer to her, one hand behind her on the banister, the other lazily stroking my cock. "I want to sink into you. Get my cock wet with you. To know how you feel, before I watch you walk into my room and into my bed, wearing these sexy clothes and your heels."
Her eyes fastened to mine. She fished my chain out of my shirt and pulled me from it. It dug on the back of my neck, sharp on my skin. I would have followed her call like a leashed dog, had it hurt or not. She had me at her mercy and didn't know it.
She tugged until placing my mouth on hers was the only thing that made sense. We kissed, a fevered lock of our mouths and tongues.
"You sound so famished for sex," she whispered.
I took her chin with two firm fingers. I spoke with my lips close enough for our mouths to touch, my eyes opened and desperate on hers.
"Don't get it wrong, Nora. I didn't go four years without sex despite my instincts. I rarely missed it… and I never starved until I met you." I devoured her mouth for a minute, another. "If I'm famished, it's for you."
I turned her around and pushed my bulge hard against her backside. She grabbed onto the wooden railing and let me torment us both with the promise of doing the same, skin to skin.
A loud whimper broke the dark of the staircase. Her back arched up. The banister kept her in place as I lost my mind for her.
"You're going to feel so good," I groaned. "So fucking good. I know you will."
"Javier…" she panted.
"F-fuck." I stopped before I came in my pants. It almost destroyed me not to shove my clothes down, pull her underwear to the side again, and push into her at last.
The control it took to hold back electrified my veins. Buzzing took over my mind. I had never wanted like this.
"Why did you stop?" she whined.
I took the last few steps to the landing for my bedroom suite and kicked my shoes off. I'd lost my jacket at some point; I didn't know where I'd dropped it in the house… and couldn't care less. With shaky fingertips I undid the rest of my shirt buttons and dropped it to the floor.
I stood in my slacks and my necklace, my cock hard and straining, seeking more of her.
"I need to have you in my bed." My voice rasped through my throat.
She walked toward me, her heels clicking on the parquet floor. Her lips tilted in a small smile.
I stole a kiss from her and interlocked our fingers. With determined steps, I took her through the right door, my heart in my throat.
Chapter 38
Nora
WALKING INTO JAVIER'S ROOM in nothing but heels, panties, and a corset made me feel alight. White-hot flames danced on my skin, fueled by being so wanted by someone I wanted back.
He turned his lamp on from a switch near the door. "I want to see you."
Warm yellow light filled the room. His bed rested under architectural arches on the ceiling and the wall, flanked by dark wooden bedside tables. The large bow window opened to the street; old tree crowns full with summer leaves were ghosts through the gauze-like material of the curtains, slightly tinted by the lamp light. A tufted bench stood at the feet of his mattress, matching the dusty blue of the cushioned bedrest. Charcoal crown molding grounded the white walls here like in the rest of the home. Two large paintings hung on the walls, helping break the monotones with a few splashes of warm yellows, oranges, and green.
The space was large and sparsely furnished. A couple of doors led to spaces I wouldn't get to inspect just yet.
Javier's hand rested on the small of my back; he kissed my shoulder with tenderness that brought butterflies to my stomach.
"You're a dream standing like this in my room," he whispered.
He faced me and gathered me in his arms. Kisses dropped to my cheek, my jaw. I rested my hand on his chest, on top of his heart.
