Dusk Until Dawn Page 9

  Once she sat down and opened the sketch pad to the same page, she managed to calm herself down a bit. Usually, she would have to spend a lot of time positioning her model, moving him around so he looked just right, but it was as if Javi knew automatically how to sit.

  She could spend the rest of her days watching him move. He sat, with his back straight, which complimented his Patrician features. He looked like Spanish nobility.

  With that thought, her charcoal started flying across the paper, lines and curves turning into an imitation of his form. The whole time, he stared at her. His gaze heated her body, and somehow made her pen move faster. She turned one page, then another.

  His skin took on a sheen under the light. A couple of droplets of sweat ran from his temples to his beard. He didn’t ask to move before he cupped his cock in his hand. He looked her in the eye for some sign of approval before he pumped. She didn’t give him any permission. She moved her chair closer and drew his hand curled around his dick.

  She wouldn’t use any of these drawings for her commission, at least not obviously. She wouldn’t be able to help herself; he would end up as every man she ever tried to paint. He was the perfect male form.

  She licked her lips, trying to concentrate on committing this all to memory before he disappeared. Because she was still afraid that she would blink, and he would be gone. All the things she felt with him didn’t drown out the fear.

  “How much do you need?” Javi had been so still that his words startled her. She was surrounded by papers, and had lost track of time.

  She set the sketch pad aside and stood. “I have what I need.”

  Again, the side of his mouth canted up. “Are you sure don’t need anything else?” And then he pumped his hand over his cock again. Her belly clenched at the sight of him touching himself, performing for her.

  “It looks like you have everything well in hand.” She walked closer to him, until she could see him leaking all over his hand. His face looked in pain, and now her hands itched to touch him. There was no reason she couldn’t. Felix was out on a job, and he wouldn’t be home for hours. A person couldn’t see into the garage from the street, so this was as private as they could get.

  She’d never had sex in her studio. As a professional, she didn’t do that. But she wanted this with Javi. After this, she’d never be able to come here again without thinking about him, and she didn’t care. He might ruin her emotionally, but she couldn’t help herself at this point. She had to have him.

  She stood between his legs and watched him jack himself off for a minute, feeling the heat of his thighs through her jeans, but she didn’t touch him. When his face contorted like it did when he was about to come, she said, “Stop.”

  He complied immediately, took his hand off of his cock and everything. Then, he surprised her by leaning forward and licking the band of skin between her jeans and her top. Her breath caught, and her abdominal muscles tightened. He put his hands on her hips and jerked her body closer to his face while he licked and bit at her exposed skin. If he wasn’t careful, he would leave a mark. She hoped he did so she could trace her fingers across them tomorrow when she was alone. So she could feel a hint of this heady lust and insanity cocktail instead of regret.

  The studio felt closed up, and she wasn’t sure she could get enough air. “Please.”

  He paused and raised his head until he could meet her gaze. “What do you want? What can I give you?” He undid the rope she had holding up her jeans and pulled them down without unfastening them. “Is this what you need?”

  He grabbed her center in one hand and massaged her clit through her underwear. “Yes. Yes.”

  “No matter what it is, I’ll give you what you need. If you want to draw me buck naked all night long, force me to touch myself so you can put it up on some old, rich lady’s wall, I’ll do it.” He pulled her panties down to her knees and kissed her right above her mound. She moaned and grabbed his face with both hands, trying to press his face down to her clit. “You need me to eat this pussy until you can’t scream anymore,” he said before he licked up and down the seam of her. “I’m your man.”

  She pulled on his ponytail, wrenching his head back. He bottom lip was glossy with her juices, and he darted out his tongue to lick it off. “Are you my man, Javi?” She tugged harder and he grinned at her. “Or are we just friends with benefits?”

  “We’re more than that, but I was waiting for you to realize that, mi cielo.” She looked at him for a long moment, her grip on his hair tightening. She wanted to believe him. This felt like more, but she knew the deal about rebound relationships. He was barely divorced. No matter how intense this felt, this could just be him getting over Karrie.

  He must have gotten sick of their little staring contest because he shook off the hold she had on his hair and stood up. Suddenly, she felt like he was crowding her. Usually, she would hate that. But, like a lot of things with Javi, having his body over hers felt so good.

  “I’ll take everything you have to give me and more.”

  “Why should I believe you?”

  “Didn’t you see me get naked for you?” He brushed excess strands of hair out of her face and lifted up her top until her breasts popped out of the bottom. Then he leaned over and took one nipple between his teeth. He tugged until it hurt, a touch of pain before he let it go and moved to the other breast.

  “We’ve gotten naked before.” They needed to stop having conversations barely clothed. They would never understand each other if everything between them was about this crazy sexual energy between the two of them.

  He stood up to his full height and grazed her cheek with his. His lips were close to his ear when he said, “I am myself when I’m with you, naked and raw. You make me feel like a wound that’s finally ready to heal.”

  He might have dicked her back to life, but he wasn’t completely altruistic. Maybe they were using each other?

  “That sounds awful.” He squeezed both nipples and pulled until she cried out.

  “It is awful.” He bit her earlobe. Between the pain where he pinched her breasts and the graze of his teeth against her earlobe, she was so wet and languid that she would agree to anything. “It’s awful until I get your wet pussy on my mouth or on my cock. Until I hear you cry out my name while I’m riding you until you come. It hurts so bad when you tell me you never want to see me again. But you can tell me that every time as long as I know you’re lying.”

  “So, I’m like human Neosporin then, here to patch you up until you can be let back into the wild.” She might be making a joke, but everything in her pulsed when he said those words. Him sounding desperate was like some kind of lust switch. It lit her up and clicked the disparate pieces of her into place.

  “No.” He grabbed her bare ass and pulled her into his body, her belly against his hard on. “I want you so fucking much. Every time you walk away from me, it’s like a new open wound. And I can’t breathe when I can taste you on my lips.” His little finger dipped into the crevice of her ass and she didn’t jump, didn’t dare move. He moved his mouth along her jaw, and took her mouth in a kiss that didn’t ask questions, it plundered. She felt like his medicine in that moment. This chemistry between the two of them was pure, untainted; it made her feel fresh and alive for the first time in years.

  He left her mouth and trailed his tongue along the side of her neck, over her collarbone. “Please, Javi.” She didn’t even know what she was begging for, but she knew he would give it to her.

  He tugged her top the rest of the way off and turned her around. “Do you know what I think?” His voice changed, darkened, and deepened. When she shook her head, he leaned close and said, “I think you want me to take you.”

  She thought she would come just from those words. She was used to being in charge during sex, playing the sex kitten, then bouncing as soon as things got too intense. This thing between her and Javi was pulling her under, making her crazy. She didn’t think that there
was a man alive, other than Javi, who could actually make her feel taken. So, she’d give them both what they wanted. “Yes.”

  With that simple word, she could feel Javi’s leash break. He pressed one big hand into the center of her back and bent her over until her palms were flat on the stool. He traced his hand down her back and over her flank. He nipped at one ass cheek, and she jumped, which elicited a dark chuckle. “Your ass is amazing, mi cielo.” He spanked that cheek, and she jumped again. “Would you let me fuck you here?” He trailed one finger down to a place where no one had touched her. Her answer was Yes, God, yes, but she shook her head. “That’s okay. I like your pussy too much to be bothered with anything else for a good, long time.”

  And then, he licked her pussy from behind. Her spine straightened out and she hung her head between her arms. “Your mouth is everything, Javi. I want it all the time.”

  He pulled back, and pinched her clit with two fingers. “You can have it whenever you want it. This mouth is on call, just for you. I want you to sit on it and grind my face until you come every goddamn morning.” She could feel his breath against her swollen, ripe pussy. “C’mon, stick that ass up further and ride my face right now.”

  She did as she was told, and she didn’t regret it. He licked and sucked at her clit before spearing her with two fingers and fucking her so perfectly she saw stars. “So, good. Javi. Your mouth is so good. But I need your cock in me.”

  He didn’t do what he was told, he sucked harder and fucked her faster, rubbing her g-spot with every stroke. It was so intense that she couldn’t breathe, felt like she was coughing for air and drowning in him. He kept going until she broke, came so hard she nearly pushed his fingers out of her body with the strength of the spasms.

  Her arms nearly gave out, but he caught her by the waist with one arm and grabbed out for a condom from his pants with the other. She let her head loll back against his shoulder and straddled one thigh when he sat back down. She turned her head to suck on his neck while he put on a condom. “The only time you kiss me, the only time you start it, is when I’ve just made you come.”

  “I’m sorry, pobrecito.” He ripped the condom wrapper with his teeth and rolled it on with his forefinger and thumb.

  “Don’t call me little when I’m about to be inside you.” He pulled her up and onto his cock in one, smooth motion. She was so wet that all she had to do was spread her thighs and he slid right in to the hilt.

  They both groaned in unison while he settled inside of her. They stayed there for what seemed like both a long time and a few seconds. It became unbearable to sit there with him filling and stretching her.

  “Do you feel it yet? Do you feel the pain? How good it is to have me inside you and how bad it will feel when I have to leave this tight pussy?”

  She leaned forward enough so she had leverage to start rocking on him. His grip on her hips tightened and he moved her up and down his cock. She caught herself by gripping his knees, and that allowed him to pound into her so hard her teeth rattled. And she loved it.

  “It hurts so good, doesn’t it?”

  “Y—yes. More, faster.”

  “You’re going to kill me, but now I know what heaven feels like.” Something bigger than the last orgasm pulsed in her belly. An ache that intensified with each word he uttered. “I’m going to come; you have to come with me.”

  “I’m so close.” She was closer than she’d ever been without a hand or a vibrator on her clit. And, when it did come, it was a complete surprise. Her whole body filled with light and darkness, and the universe painted itself on the inside of her eyelids.

  Javi slammed inside her once, twice, and stiffened beneath her. She leaned back and let her sweat slickened body seal itself to his. When he came down, his hold on her didn’t go lax. His hold on her tightened.

  And she didn’t fight it.

  Chapter 10

  Maya felt strange getting ready for work the next night. She’d left Javi sleeping—again—in the early morning hours. They’d gone back to his apartment after their figure drawing and sex session, and he’d cleaned her up in the shower before he’d made her dirty again.

  It would have been too easy for her to burrow under his covers with him wrapped around her body and sleep until noon. It was a Saturday, so he would have coaxed her to stay with sex and possibly breakfast. But she decided that making bacon with Javi wasn’t worth the very real risk he posed to her heart.

  His begging for her orgasm the night before had touched a part of her that she’d thought was dead and gone, the part of her that wanted to make a life with someone like Javi, someone normal and undamaged. Except he wasn’t exactly undamaged anymore. His divorce seemed to have opened him up, made him more vulnerable. And it was appealing.

  Last night, he hadn’t broken eye contact while they had sex in his big bed. She wanted to; she’d tried to flip over so he would take her from behind. But, just like she’d controlled everything at the beach, he’d been in charge in his bed. His whispered “stay with me” made her shiver now, eighteen hours later.

  He could make her forget that this was just a fling, that they were friends with benefits talking like that. She couldn’t afford to get caught up with him again. Not like she had been before. If he rejected her now, she worried that she wouldn’t be able to pick up a paint brush—that she’d stop caring.

  Unlike the first time they’d been together, she didn’t get any painting done that day. As soon as she’d returned to her brother’s house, she’d gotten in bed, and stayed there until she had to get up for work. She didn’t even stop to take a shower.

  She had the top down as she drove her junky old convertible down Collins Avenue. The breeze cleared her head enough that she’d be able to get through the night without thinking of him too much.

  No one went to the club before eleven, so she stocked bottles. She liked doing that because it was quiet and tired her out. And it gave her an excuse not to sit around gossiping with co-workers. At least, it usually did. Natalia, one of the VIP hostesses, leaned on a shelf next to her.

  “Light night for a Saturday.”

  Maya stiffened. She didn’t really trust any of the girls she worked with. For them, it was a dream job, possibly the pinnacle of a career that would lead to them being a trophy wife. For her, it was a way to make a lot of money in not a lot of hours. She was grateful that her brother’s boyfriend had hired her. “That’s too bad.”

  Natalia rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her enhanced and ample bosom. “I don’t understand why you make bigger tips than me. You always act like you’re better than everyone else.”

  Maya shrugged. “I don’t think I’m better than anyone else. I’m just a bartender and sometimes cocktail waitress.”

  “But you never hang out and chat after hours. If you did, then you’d hear the gossip.” Natalia leaned closer. Her perfume turned Maya’s stomach. She didn’t want to hear what came out of the other girl’s mouth next. “You’d know that everyone is talking about you leaving with Javi Hernandez the other night.”

  Maya gulped back bile and tried not to let any emotion show on her face. “Bullshit.”

  “So you didn’t leave with one of the hottest bachelors in South Beach?” Natalia grabbed her arm; Maya glared at her. “I mean, I want to know how you did it. He hasn’t been on the scene in months. Then, poof.” Natalia giggled and Maya sneered at her. “You throw an entire bottle of vodka on him, and he’s obsessed with you.”

  “He’s not obsessed with me. We’re old friends. Nothing more.” She tipped her chin down to Natalia’s hand, still on her arm. “Let go.”

  “I’m just looking out for you, you know. He’s not a good guy. After he left his wife—and before, I hear—he was all up in all sorts of girls. Models, hostesses, waitresses, promoters, you name it.”

  Maya wanted to punch this bitch in the face. She clenched her fist, but she stopped herself before she pulled it back and broke Natalia�
��s nose. She was trying to get a rise out of her. She wouldn’t give the blonde the satisfaction even though breaking the other woman’s—no doubt expensive—nose job would be deeply satisfying.

  Instead, she stepped back a few feet. “Like I said, doesn’t matter to me who he’s fucking. We’re friends.”

  She grabbed a case of tequila, considered breaking open one of the bottles so she could get through her shift without killing her co-worker, but thought better of it.

  * * * *

  Javi was going to kill his sister. Carla had insisted that he get a table at LIV on a Saturday night. Not only would this piss their father off if he found out—both Javi and Carla were not supposed to be going out these days—but he didn’t know where he and Maya stood. It would be dangerous to bring one of his meddling sisters into the mix.

  Fuck.

  But there he was, along with Carla’s fiancé, Geoff. Luckily, they were too busy bickering to notice that he was scanning the club every few seconds, looking out for Maya. If he could warn her that his family was there, maybe she could get off early and join them. He knew that she wasn’t supposed hang out at the club outside of her work hours, but he could smooth that over. The real question would she want to meet his family? And was he ready for that?

  After some of Carla’s friends showed up, Carla and Geoff studiously ignored each other, so Carla caught him on about his third look around the room. “Who are you looking for? Do you have a date?” She came close to him. “Is this a stripper or a model or a ‘model’?” She put two sets of fingers up to emphasize that the second “model” was euphemism for porn star.

  “None of the above.” Shit, that would reveal too much. “I don’t have a date.” His correction would probably come too late, but it was worth a shot.