“I’ll just, um, go for it, but if I do something wrong, will you show me?” Her innocent eyes implore mine.
“No way you could do it wrong, baby. I’m almost there just listening to you talk about it.”
With a nod and a smile, she sits back on her heels. Her wet sexy body glistens in the dark, and I know I’m not going to last long. She looks down and licks her lips, then takes me into her mouth. Sucking in a breath, I dig my teeth into my lower lip to keep from groaning in pleasure. My hands fist in her damp hair, not to control her speed or caress, but in pure animal possession.
To think that I could experience this all-consuming lust, as well as the soul-shackling love that I would die to keep, is life changing. This tiny girl who works on cars, laughs at stupid jokes, and blushes at the slightest flirtation is mine. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for her. I would spend the rest of my life making her happy if she’d let me.
So this is love.
My life will never be the same.
I pull her hand from my thigh and wrap it around myself, guiding her strokes before leaving her to it. Her velvety touch striking deep in my core, my hips push off the step. She leans in, the silky push from her breasts at my thighs dropping my head back. Sensations combine with hunger and love, and fuck— My stomach tightens, my release coiling in my abdomen. I’ve got seconds.
“Baby, stop.” I lose her mouth as a delirious groan falls from my lips. I unravel in her hand. Her tight little fist continues to pump and the euphoria intensifies. What the hell? I’m panting, colors swirling behind my eyelids. My legs tense as I’m rocked with aftershocks. “Oh shit.” I blink open my eyes, fascinated that Raven’s first blowjob is the most consuming sexual experience I’ve ever had.
“I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?” Her arms are wrapped around her chest, a concerned expression on her perfect face.
I fight what could very well be a goofy smile, and lose. “Hurt me?” I lean in, elbows to knees. “Does it look like that hurt me?”
Pushing off from the step, I meet her in the shallow end. I walk her back to the side of the pool and gather her in my arms. Her muscles relax against my own.
“Baby, this has been the most amazing night of my life. Everything about it is perfect, including that kick-ass blow job you just gave me.”
Her giggles erupt against my chest, and I kiss the top of her head.
“I love you, Raven,” I say into her hair.
She tilts her chin up, resting it on my chest. Her wet hair is slicked back, black eyelashes thick with water, and her lips deep red and swollen from taking me. Her stare bores into mine, and I watch something heavy working in her aquamarine eyes.
“I love you too.”
Thirteen
Raven
I’m pulling out of Jonah’s garage at exactly nine twenty-eight a.m. I’m second-guessing that third cup of coffee, my hands shake on the steering wheel, and my empty belly churns. There’s no way I can eat until this meeting with Dominick is over. Trying to calm my angry stomach, I roll down the window for some fresh air. My mind wanders back to last night in an attempt to soothe my nerves.
Lying in bed, wrapped in Jonah’s arms, I found the courage to tell him why I have to meet with Dominick. As a little girl, I’d daydream about him pulling up to our house. He’d have a big box in his hands, wrapped in pink paper. I pictured him kneeling down and telling me how much he missed me. That he’d made a huge mistake in severing himself from my life, and that he was going to make up for lost time. He would beg for forgiveness. I’d finally get the dad I needed.
It’s because of that dream that I have to meet with Dominick. Even if it’s on his terms, I’ll do it. I owe it to that little girl.
Lux, the high-rise condominium just off the strip, comes into view. I take a right into the circle driveway. A valet scurries to my door. On his heels is a tall, broad man, in a black suit. His formal attire at ten in the morning is unusual for a summer in Las Vegas. Is he a lawyer? He looks more like a hit man.
I ignore the valet’s proffered hand and step out of my car.
Suit guy steps to me, a forced-looking smile plastered across his wide face. “Good morning, Miss Morretti.”
My eyes narrow at him. How does he know me? “Um, good morning.”
“Mr. Morretti is waiting for you.” He motions for me to follow him into the building.
Pushing through the rotating door into the lobby, the smell of floor wax and fresh flowers fills my nose. The intricate-carved, dark wood reception desk and marble floor scream money. I smooth my cotton shirt in response.
We reach the elevator that has only one button with the letters ‘PH’ on it. As we ascend in silence, I take in the man in front of me. He must be a bodyguard. He isn’t as tall as Jonah, but he’s almost as wide. Every one of the light brown hairs on his head is stuck in place by a decent amount of hair product. The diamond earring in his left earlobe is far too big for a man’s ear.