I picked her up and held her in my arms again, kicking the door closed as quietly as possible. I could not risk Aleesa waking up and climbing out of her bed to find us tangled around each other.
I turned for the bed and laid Octavia down again. But this time, she didn’t stop me. Even though, deep down, I wished she had. I wished she’d have told me to fuck off or told me that I was not important. Or even that she did not want me. Then I would have let her go. I would have accepted that.
But she didn’t.
And it didn’t help that through every parted kiss she looked into my eyes with stars in hers. Not the kind of stars that made her look starstruck like my fans. The kind that held burning adoration and desire. The kind that made me feel wanted.Needed.
“I cannot pull away from you,” I breathed on her lips.
“Don’t,” she murmured. She sat up. “Unzip the back of my dress.”
I nodded, and she wasted no time flipping over so she could perch on her knees. Her ass was perfect. I wanted to rub it, caress it, kiss it. But instead, I focused on her zipper, pulling it down until it stopped. I helped her take the dress off, and it slipped over the edge of the bed and hit the floor with a gentlewoosh.
She turned back over and faced me in a red lace bra and matching panties. Her body was incredible, slender yet thick. Satiny brown skin that I wanted to kiss every inch of.
“Fuck...” I rasped, “sos muy hermosa, Octavia.”
“What does that mean?” she breathed.
“You’re so beautiful.” I slid my palms up her thighs.
She grinned.
I could not believe she wore this on a date. Matching lingerie? She was expecting to have sex with that man. The sheer thought of that irritated me more than it should have. I did not want anyone to have her. I did not care if that made me selfish. She was mine now.
Where had these feelings even come from? Why was I suddenly so territorial over her?
“Why are you dating?” I asked after another kiss.
“I’m not,” she answered.
“So who was that man?”
“Just a hookup that was supposed to lead to what we’re doing now. Nothing deep.”
I frowned as her mouth grazed my throat. She carried her kisses up, going over my jaw and then my cheek. Then she paused and looked into my eyes.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, searching my face for answers of her own.
I shook my head. “It is nothing.” I tried kissing her again, hoping to rinse away my stupid feelings, but she caught my face before I could place my lips on hers.
“Javier.” She studied all the features of my face. “Are you jealous?”
“Yes,” I growled. I saw no point in lying.
“Why?”
I balanced myself on my hands, studying the smoothness of her body, that flat belly and those thick thighs. “Because I did not want him to have you. I do not wantanyoneto have you but me.”
I expected her to get upset about that. Honestly, I was upset with myself for cutting in on her date. But when I saw her, it was like my body wasn’t connecting to my mind. My legs moved before I could think things through.
If only Aleesa had not pointed out that her Tava was sitting across the restaurant. I never would have noticed, and I would have gotten over it. Then again, if she had not done it, we would not have been where we were. In the same room.Myroom.
Touching.
Kissing.
Wanting.
