“You feel amazing, Javi. Sex with you is …”
“I know, Princess. I feel it too.” He slows down just enough to change the pace of the desperation we just felt before. Now he’s savoring me, dragging in and out slowly while his lips nip and hover over mine.
“Javi …”
“Sydney …”
Those are the only two other words spoken as the slow, methodical moves of his hips hypnotize me and shift my entire world. Even though he’s not saying it, I can feel Javier making love to me. This isn’t hardcore, desperate fucking like we’ve experienced every time before. This is languid, exquisite, borderline painful with how amazing it feels.
It builds a foundation of a new beginning between us, and I relish in every minute of it.
Javi’s hand travels down my arm and to my hip where he caresses his palm against my body, before slipping between us to find my clit. As his fingers rub against me in the space between us, I lift my head up just enough to see where we’re joined, watching him slide in and out of me, driving me wild with abandon as I feel my orgasm start to build. He’s watching our union too, and like a match to gasoline, we strike at the same time, chasing our release together and moaning into the room.
As we come down from the high, Javi nuzzles my neck and kisses my skin as I run my fingers up and down his back. That was the best sex I’ve ever had. It was the perfect combination of daring and bold, mixed with passion that I’ve never experienced before.
And as Javier holds me in bed later after we showered together, his arms pulling me flush against him, his legs intertwining with mine as we drift off to sleep, I’ve have never felt so content in my life. And it’s all because of this man beside me.
Chapter 26
Javier
“Are you sure I look alright?” Sydney smooths down her hair for the hundredth time as we stand in front of the door to Selena and Andre’s house.
Reaching out to pull her hands away from her head, I stroke the top of them with my thumbs before bending down in front of her just slightly so we’re at eye level with each other. “You look gorgeous and you will be fine. Hell, I think my mom would be happy if I brought any woman to meet her.”
Her brow arches slowly and that streak of anger I’ve grown to recognize flashes through her eyes. “Is that so?”
“Shit. That’s … that’s not what I meant. She’s going to be thrilled to meet you because you’re you, and you make me happy. I’ve only introduced one other woman to her, Sydney, and that was almost ten years ago. She’s going to love you and probably declare that you’re too good for me, in all honesty.”
Her face softens and then she rests her head on my chest. Wrapping my arms around her, I breathe her in, trying to calm my own nerves. “I want her to like me, Javi. It will makes things so much easier if we don’t have issues with your family and only have to worry about mine.”
It’s been almost two weeks since we officially started dating and this week my mother and her husband are in town. They will be staying with my sister in the guest house where I live, which means I’m spending the night at Sydney’s place tonight. When I told her I just planned on sleeping in Selena’s guestroom, she scoffed at the idea. I haven’t been to her place yet, except when I dropped her off a few times, so tonight will be the first time I’m completely in her space. That thought has me twisted up a bit too.
Selena and Andre are making dinner tonight for all of us, and of course I asked Sydney to accompany me. This is the first time I’m introducing a woman that I truly care about to my mother, and I’d be lying if I said my body wasn’t humming with nerves. The idea of Sydney meeting my mom isn’t what’s got my stomach tied up in knots, though. It’s the fact that between my sister and mother, I know many details of my life will be shared tonight and I’m not sure how far they’re going to push it.
I’ve attempted to open up to Sydney as much as I can when she asks for details, and vice versa. The woman has confided in me about her issues with her family and how stifled she feels by them. Sometimes I get irritated with the degree of pushiness I get from my sister, but after hearing what Sydney deals with, I consider myself lucky. Hearing how her father tries to manipulate her makes my blood boil. If my father were still alive, I know he would never do that to me. There was a certain level of expectation from him that I had to adhere to, of course. But he never pushed me to live my life a certain way or make decisions that I didn’t agree with. When the day comes that I have to meet her dad, it’s going to be very difficult for me to hold my tongue.
“I don’t see how she wouldn’t like you, babe. Come on. It will be fine.” I press my lips to her reassuringly, and then grab her hand while I reach for the doorknob with my other.
“About time you two show up,” my sister calls from the kitchen just as I see my mother come around the corner.
“Javi!” She exclaims, running over to me and pulling me in for a hug. I squeeze
