Yours, For Good (Cozy Latine Billionaires #4)

38. Chapter 38

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.

My eyes fell to the medal and ring combination hanging from his neck. "I've never had sex like this."

He kissed my forehead, and pulled back enough to look into my eyes. "Like this— how?"

"There is such urgency in the way you touch me, and yet… you wait." I touched the medal. It had some sort of religious engraving on it. "You take it slow and focus on me. I've slept with several people, but never more than once. Always thinking of having a bit of fun and leaving in time for my curfew."

He cradled my face. His thumb made a gentle pass on my lip as I talked.

I let out a confused gust of air. "I have yet to see you naked or return the favor. Meanwhile, you have gone down on me twice like you savor me and seeing me come is all you need. Is that all you want?"

I lifted my eyes to him and flattened my hand on his chest again. The volume of the stone on his ring dug into my palm, the edges of the chain and medal teasing my skin.

His hand fell to my neck. His thumb found the nook of my pulse.

"I want more. I want it all." His dark blue eyes latched to mine. "I revel in you because I cherish you, Nora."

My heart raced. He cared— he'd said so from the beginning. But he'd made a fool of me, and I still didn't know if the person I'd known was real.

"Should I give you another chance?" I asked.

He pressed a gentle kiss on my lips. "Please. Find a way to forgive me… with time."

I ran my hands up to his shoulders, enjoying the haze his mouth brought to me. It made it easy to focus on us, rather than the anger masked under desire.

His hand in place, he rested his forehead against mine. "Go there with me, Nora."

His murmured request fell into my chest like a confession. It fired up my heart, changing the way my brain worked.

I walked backwards toward his bed. He followed, and held my hand as I sat down and moved back on the mattress. His eyes turned glassy as he watched me leaning back on his white comforter, torso up and supported on my elbows so I could see him.

He unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. "Let me do this with you again and again. Find different positions. Go into every room of this house and be together there."

Javier removed everything except his black boxers. I studied his lean body, down the soft etches of his long muscles, the hint of a V at the top of his hips, and the trail of dark hair disappearing behind the waistband of his underwear. The outline of his cock teased me again, still unseen.

He climbed on the bed and on top of me. "Check out of your hotel and stay here with me before you go back to Lock Willow. Go to sleep with me— be here every morning. We'll figure out our days, and have the quiet of this room at night."

I surrounded him with my legs as he settled with his elbows next to me.

"I want you to be everywhere in my life." He caressed my face with a hand. "You know how I tried to resist you. I told myself we could be friends and nothing else but, looking back… I couldn't resist you more than the tides can resist the moon."

I melted under him. His lips touched mine as if they were a dream; when his hips began moving against me, the motion— our whole beings seemed to fit like we were made for each other. His kiss grew in fervor, his hips moved faster; I matched him, my body buzzing in response to his abject adoration.

No one had ever felt this much for me. I had never felt like this for anyone else either. Every other person I'd ever met paled in comparison to Javier and whatever ties bonded us now.

"I need you." I licked my lips, my lungs barely able to keep up with the need building again inside of me.

"I crave a future for us," he echoed.

A gasp escaped me. My heart skipped a beat. I had been scared of this; I still was but, in his arms like this, I could press pause on all of that.

I writhed under him, wanting his body until I knew what to do with his heart. "Javier, please."

He groaned and kissed my neck, down my chest. "How do I get this off?"

He frowned at my bustier, running fingers down the lace in admiration.

I pushed him back and straddled him. Sturdy hooks kept the piece of clothing in place, and I undid them with swift fingers. Javier watched me work with undivided attention; his hands caressed up my thighs. His thumb made a pass along my underwear as if without his awareness.

"Fuck," I muttered. A shiver ran down my spine. Want for him pooled low in my belly.

I pulled the bustier panels aside and threw it toward the feet of the bed. My breasts swayed with the force of my movement; Javier's moan was music to my ears.

His hands traveled up my torso and grabbed handfuls of me, my waist, my breasts; he sat up and feasted on them, my nipples. I rolled my hips on him, getting a feel for his erection under me.

"Are we waiting?" I breathed.

"I said I'd—" his voice hiccuped. "I said I'd go slow."

"I said I wouldn't stop you."

He kept his hands on my breasts and gazed up at me; his eyes glazed with need.

I moored myself with hands on his shoulders, dry grinding faster. "I want you."

"Fuck." He groaned, rested his head on my shoulder, and let out a moan from deep in his throat. "I'm tormenting myself… punishing myself."

"Tell me what you'd do if you weren't. How would you take me?"

"Hard." He kissed my neck. Scratched my skin with his teeth. "Even now… once I'm inside you I…"

He repeated the thing with his teeth and I whimpered, shivers running down my spine. Pure despair filled my veins, and I mindlessly reached between us to free his cock from his underwear. Our limbs mingled and together we pushed his boxers down his thighs; we twisted and turned until they were past his knees and he could kick them off.

I slowed down for an instant. His cock fell hard and heavy on his lower stomach and I bit my lip— I wanted it. I wanted to taste him and lick him and suck on him and have him stretch me and…

Javier had different ideas. He gripped the thin waistband of my panties in both hands and pulled— the fabric tore with no resistance.

"Holy shit," I moaned.

He threw the scraps over his shoulder. His eyes raked down my body.

"Nora." His chest worked fast, like he was about to lose control.

My lungs mirrored him. The need to have him fill me up intensified, electrifying my body until all I could hear was our breathing and the blood rushing in my ears.

He fisted his cock and pulled down on my hips. I lowered myself until he was deeply seated in me, and all my bones liquified with lust.

Time stood still for a few seconds— or hours, I wasn't sure. All I knew were the tremors that climbed up my lower belly and down my thighs as I adjusted to him. The tension on his shoulders and arms as he kept himself restrained.

And his eyes. The way he gazed at me with fervor and devotion.It was different from anything else I had experienced before.

"Javier," I breathed, before I rocked my hips on him once.

"Shit. Fuck." His brow had deep wrinkles as he locked eyes with me. "Ride me."

"Someone forgot all about his manners," I whined.

But I liked it. I lifted myself on his cock, only to drop low again. And again.

"F-fuuuuck." Javier dug his fingers on the plush rolls of my hips and guided me to move faster.

He surged forward and took a nipple in his mouth. He sucked and followed my movements up and down his cock. A hand slapped my flesh.

"Faster," he commanded, before switching breasts to play with my other nipple.

"Yes…" I dropped my head back in pleasure.

He closed his mouth around the column of my throat, sending bolts of pleasure down my body to the point we joined. I squeezed him again and sought more of him.

I panted. "Forget mister proper. Fuck me like you want to."

"I want to fuck you like this," he croaked. "I want to put my mouth on you and tease you until you beg for my cock. Other times I'll fuck you slow. Yet other times I'd fuck you hard and order you around. Have you crawl to me and let me fuck your mouth. Shit!"

He palmed my breasts, his lips on my throat, my jaw.

I set a faster pace. "Talk to me."

He dropped a hand between us, exploring the point where our bodies met. "You're drenched. You're dripping down my cock."

A loud moan escaped me. "Javier."

He rubbed my clit. "I knew you'd be this good. That I'd lose my mind inside of you. That you and your body would erase everything else."

I rode him faster. "Tell me what you want to do with me."

"I want to play with you until you tell me again how much you want me. I want to have you on my desk. Open your legs and see your pussy glistening with need for me."

"Holy shit." My insides fluttered.

Coiling tension built at the base of my column. His fast breathing feathered against my skin. Little sounds scraped out of his throat, need heavy between us.

"Tell me," he huffed. "Should I make you come right now? Make us both suffer by working you again until you're ready for another orgasm, before I chase my own inside of you?"

"No more. I can't."

He twisted and pushed me to my back on the bed. He didn't come fully out of me, but any distance was too much. He thrust into me in a swift push of his hips.

"I'm so sensitive." I sobbed. The electricity running through my limbs could power a small city, and fill my brain with white.

He froze. "I'll stop right now—"

The effort hardened his muscles until little jolts sprinkled his body. He thought I'd complained, and it was enough to halt him.

"No!" I dug my nails into the hard flesh of his ass, and spurred him to keep going with my legs around his hips. "Please. Don't stop."

"Holy fuck." He thrust again and set a faster rhythm with his hips. Like he had been collecting strength to piston into me.

A guttural sound took over my vocal cords, pleasure deep in me. On my skin. Inside. Everywhere.

"Javier—" I moaned. "You feel so good inside of me. My skin is on fire. Please…"

I trembled in his arms. He opened his eyes to pay attention to me and every sign of my building climax.

His medal had been hitting my neck and jaw, but I hadn't cared enough to stop it. He did.

"Fuck." He held his weight in one arm and threw the chain behind his back. With just two more hard thrusts it had fallen back forward again. "Fuck."

"Don't stop," I whimpered. "I'm almost there."

He didn't stop. He kept the same angle and pounded me harder. White built around the edges of my vision with each second— it cascaded as ecstasy, when he put medal and ring between his teeth, bit on them, and took on a brutal pace with his hips.

Javier looked feral, fucking me like he said he wanted to. Eyes dazed and teeth wolfish with his jewelry between them.

"That's so hot," I purred, mostly without my own permission… and started quivering in his arms in a whole different way.

I took off. My body jerked, nails digging deeper into his flesh. He kept at it, relentlessly riding my orgasm. I never stopped watching him, mouth agape and brow wrinkled in euphoria. I came back from the high with a gasp and a million new nerve endings.

He moaned and spoke through his clenched jaw. "I could give you another."

Pride and determination filled his words. His eagerness tensed his brow into deep wrinkles, and in the trance of my post-climax bliss, I lifted a hand to smooth it out with two fingers.

"Save it for next time." I reached for the medal and ring in his mouth, and he let me take them.

I was eager for him too. The chain in my hand, I pulled down and gave him a demanding kiss.

I tugged. "Come inside me, Javier."

Then I put the ring and medal between my own teeth, and gave him a feline smile.

He came. A deep grunt left him, his face frozen in abject pleasure. He thrust once, twice more, and locked his shoulders to not fall on me.

My body turned soft, a placid feeling everywhere. It shone with a different type of warmth behind my breastbone. If I could admit as much, the glow felt a lot like… affection.

Yeah, I could admit as much. Letting myself even think of any other words for it would be premature. It would ruin the bliss we were in. I would rather focus on the perfection of Javier still inside of me, the adoration he kept on showing me, and the afterglow he reflected back at me.

"Come closer." I dropped his chain to my side as he lowered down to me. I caressed his hair. "I can take you like this."

"Holy shit, Nora. That smile."

I caressed his face now, the motion traveling up and through his hair. "You'll have to explain yourself, though."

"Huh?" He kissed my cheeks, my temple.

"You said you haven't had sex in four years… and yet you last this long?"

He chuckled into my neck. It brought him out of me, and we made strangled sounds at the sensation.

"I may not have had a partner," he finally said, "but I've been using my hand a lot of late."

I laughed, and he smiled in response.

"There's this person I really like, you see." He sought my eyes. "I feel so much for her, but I messed up."

My eyes softened.

"I told you I'd wait as long as you needed me to, Nora… and it doesn't mean it's been easy. I'm not ashamed to admit that my hand was the way I kept myself going. Imagining what doing this with you might feel like. What it might be like to have a relationship with you, waking up to see you next to me. To have you casually walking into the library downstairs, and us getting distracted and high on each other."

"You fantasized about us together."

"That's all I had for a while. I get this ache in my heart and all I can do about it is sigh. Hope. Close my eyes hard and imagine a future for us." He gave me a self-deprecating smile. "A lot of the time that ended up with my hand down my pants. That's confusing for a guy who didn't think he cared about sex that much, you know?"

I wrinkled my nose with humor. "I'm glad to know I'm not the only one confused about feeling all of this."

He kissed me. "You're not the only one. I didn't expect any of this to happen, but I have no intention of denying it."

I sighed. "I'm scared, Javier. I'm not done being hurt and you're not done rebuilding my trust, but giving us that time means doing things I promised myself I would never do."

He cradled my head as best he could, both naked, him on top of me on his bed. "Let us figure it out together, so I can show you who I truly am. So you decide if you want to forgive me. I don't know where we will go from here, or what kind of challenges life will bring… but I know I need to see it through."

"How long will you give me to make up my mind? Will you be patient as we find our way in the dark? Having sex and spending time together while I'm here in New York?"

"I'll give you as much time as you need."

"I know I'm asking for a lot."

"Ask for anything you need."

It was the right thing to say. My lips curled into my own tiny smile. I may not have known whether I could give him a second chance, or how long I would have him for if I did, but I could see it through… for a bit.

I nodded once. "Okay, then I'll ask this. Show me your life— the real life I didn't get to see when we were friends and I wrote to Mister B. Stop punishing yourself and stop taking it slow. Be yourself. Be the man I would have met if I had never needed the JGH or your program. I need to know who I would be risking everything for."

"Done."

"My last meeting here is at the end of next week. I have a train ticket for that Sunday, and I plan to go back to Lock Willow, Javier."

The seriousness of old returned to his eyes as he considered me. "What comes next?"

"My business schedule says I'll have a month to decide where I'll set up my company's headquarters."

Thoughts ran behind his eyes.

"Any chance you'd consider New York?" he asked. "Not that Connecticut is that far away…"

"I haven't written New York off, but that's not the real question."

He arched an eyebrow but said nothing. I ran a finger pad over his mouth, and focused on the intense lines at its edges.

"I need to know if we fit in each other's lives," I said. "If despite all the things that set us apart, we could fall in love. Make a life together for as long as we can. Despite my fears, and despite Mr. B. and everything else. I need— to find a way to be sure. Because if I am to grieve you one day, it might as well be today, if this isn't going to work."

He pursed his lips and, in the dim light of the lamp, he paled. It took him a minute to respond.

"All right." He nodded and, after a beat, turned us on his bed.

I lay on top of him now. The air in the room was cool on my skin, and I shivered.

"We're on," he said, and sealed the statement with a kiss.