Beat of the Heart (15 page)

close to coming.”

Smacking her palms against my chest, she shoved me again, sending me crashing back into the

opposite wall of the elevator. Her nostrils flared before she stalked over to me. She eyed me

contemptuously. “This elevator has cameras too, doesn’t it?”

I gave her my smirk. “I would think so.”

In a flash, both hands reached out, and I braced myself for her to hit or choke me. I wasn’t even

going to defend myself because I deserved it. Instead, she fisted my shirt before ripping it open,

sending buttons scattering onto the floor. Her arms snaked around my neck, tugging the hair at the base

of my neck. “Then let’s give them a real show.” Her lips came down harsh against mine, and I

welcomed the warmth of her tongue in my mouth.

Grasping her by the ass, I hoisted her up to wrap her legs around my waist. I spun us around,

pinning her against the wall. With one hand, Mia’s fingers jerked through my hair, tugging almost

painfully at the strands while the other slipped between us to stroke my dick over my pants. I groaned

into her mouth, causing her to rub even harder. I pumped my hips against her hand, working the

friction to my advantage. I realized if I kept it up, I was going to blow my load right there in my pants,

which wouldn’t do either of us any good. Grabbing Mia’s hand off my dick, I guided it between her

legs. Jerking her lips from mine, Mia’s wide eyes flared with desire when I used her own fingers to

stroke her over her soaked panties. “Mmm,” she whimpered, rocking her hips.

Watching her get herself off was hot as hell, but when the bell on the penthouse dinged our arrival,

I was brought out of my sex haze. When I took my hand away, Mia cried out in protest. “Sorry, but we

gotta get off, amorcito mio.”

“Yeah, but that’s what I was about to do,” she replied with a lazy grin.

I threw back my head and laughed. “Because of you, I’m probably going to get instant wood each

time I get on this fucking elevator.”

Holding Mia with one hand, I grabbed my card with the other, and then staggered across the marble

tile of the foyer’s threshold. Once we were inside the penthouse and the elevator doors had shut,

Mia’s hungry lips came back to mine. I blindly made my way along to the living room. When I

bumped into the couch, I eased Mia over the armrest. While her torso lay across the cushion, her

lower half was elevated exactly where I needed it. As her legs dangled over the edge, I slid the

hemline of her dress up. I jerked off her panties and tossed them over my shoulder. I then relieved

myself of my shirt. “Hurry AJ!” she demanded, wrapping her legs around my hips and pulling me

closer.

“Patience, amorcito mio,” I murmured, before digging into my back pocket for my wallet. After I

pulled out the condom, I needed a free hand, so I placed it between my teeth for safe keeping. I

hurriedly unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and shoved them down my hips. Tearing open the

condom, I slid it on.

With one harsh thrust, I buried myself balls deep inside her. “Oh AJ,” she moaned beneath me.

Neither of us knew how to take it slow, so instead, I pounded into her. Grabbing her thighs, I wrapped

my arms under her knees and used them for leverage to bring myself harder and deeper within her.

Once Mia came, I concentrated on my own pleasure, slamming harder and harder into her. She

didn’t seem to mind how rough I was. Instead, she kept right on panting and moaning with pleasure.

When she came for the second time, her walls clenching against my cock caused me to come. “Mia!” I

cried, before collapsing over on her.

When I could once again focus on the world around me, I found Mia was stroking wide circles

across my back. I pulled away to smile at her.

She returned my smile. “Are we ever going to have sex in a bed?”

I laughed. “I say we take a quick shower and then the next time will commence in my bed.”

A little crease came between her brows. “You mean, you’re not ready for me to go?”

“Jesus, no. What the hell gave you that idea?”

She shrugged. “I just figured since we were done—”

Cupping her face in my hands, I said, “Mia, babe, I don’t plan for us to be done until the morning…

maybe tomorrow afternoon.”

Her dark eyes widened. “You want me to stay the night?”

“Of course.”

“I just didn’t expect that.”

“I’m not one of those douchebags who throws a chick out once he’s done banging her. Besides

morning sex happens to be one of my favorite things,” I answered honestly. Even though it kinda

stung, I could see why Mia would think I was a wham-bam kinda guy since I was a famous musician.

It was true that I didn’t bring a lot of women here. I did most of my hook-ups on the road in the bus or

in hotel rooms. Off the road, I was a lot more choosey. In the past, my house had been reserved for

women I was in a relationship with—who I trusted. While Mia didn’t technically fit into that

category, I was happy to make an opening for her. Because of her career, her family, and most of all

her fiery personality, she had proven to be in a class all of her own.

Leaning forward, I kissed her intently. “So you’ll stay?”

“Um, okay.”

“Good. Now let’s go take that shower.” Taking her by the hand, I pulled her up off the couch. I

pushed her hair back away from her face and gave her a long, lingering kiss—one I hoped would

show her how much I wanted her with me.

When I pulled away, I took her by the hand and started down the hall. “I really want to see your

place,” she protested.

“After the shower.”

“Like you’ll be in the mood for a grand tour then. You’re already naked,” she mumbled.

I laughed and smacked her ass playfully. “You know me too well.”

Once we were inside the bathroom, I closed the door behind us. After I stepped over to Mia, my

hands immediately went to the zipper on her dress. When it pooled in a whisper at her feet, she was

left only in her bustier since I’d happily shed her of her panties back in the living room. “I’ll get the

water on while you get out of that thing,” I said, motioning to her chest. I knew my way around a bra,

but that looked way tricky.

“Okay,” she whispered.

I turned on the water, letting the shower fill with steam. I stepped inside, but I left the door open.

Glancing over my shoulder, I noticed Mia still stood frozen by the counter.

“Aren’t you coming?”

She gave a slight nod before slipping out of the bustier. Once she was fully naked, she stepped into

the shower. With her arms crooked at the elbows, her hands rested under her chin, covering her

breasts. “Don’t tell me you’re being shy now?”

“No,” she murmured.

“Then what’s the problem?”

“It’s just…” She closed her eyes like she was in pain. “It’s the first time you’ve seen me fully

naked.”

“And it’s a fucking amazing sight.” When she didn’t look at me, I cupped her chin in my fingers.

“Hey, what’s going on in that thick head of yours?”

She sighed. “Look, I’m sorry. I know this is probably my own shit I’m projecting off on you. But I

kinda have a feeling about the type of girls you usually date—willowy, blonde models who are size

zeroes, with perfect fake tits and don’t have any cellulite.”

I laughed. “Man, you really don’t know me at all, do you?” Brushing her hair out her face, I stroked

her cheek. “I told you back at Mama Sofia’s that I like people to be real—I want the same things in

the women I date too. Real figures—not some plastic stick-figure.”

She stared up at me in surprise. “You’re really serious, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I am.” In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to hunt down her dickhead ex-fiance and

beat the ever loving shit out of him. I mean, Mia was confident at her job, she didn’t think twice about

giving me her sassy mouth, but she was completely incapable of believing how sexy and beautiful she

was. There was no way she had always felt that way. No, that asshole had done this to her—he’d not

only banged some other woman and broken Mia’s heart, but he’d taken even more of her when he

stripped her of her confidence.

Shaking her head slowly at me, she replied, “Just when I think all men are alike….You really are

too good to be true, you know that?”

I nodded. “It’s a curse really,” I replied, trying to lighten the mood.

A grin curved on her lips. “Sorry for being so neurotic. This whole getting back in the game thing

has my head spinning.”

“How about I let you make it up to me by washing my back…and my dick?”

She laughed. “It’s a deal.”

Morning sunlight streaked in through my curtains. Groaning, I brought my hand to my eyes to shield

them. I usually remembered to close them before I went to bed. Then I remembered what had caused

me to forget. A delicious reel of images from the previous night flickered through my mind. Even

though I’d been satisfied multiple times, Mia was an addicting drug, and I wanted more. Rolling over,

I found the other side of the bed empty. Flipping back over, I noticed the bathroom door was wide

open, so she wasn’t in there. Just as I was about to get utterly pissed at Mia for bailing on me,

wonderful aromas assaulted my nose.

Holy shit, she was cooking me breakfast? I sniffed the air a few times. My chest constricted when I

realized that the heavenly smell was more specifically Huevos Rancheros. Mia was making me a

Mexican
breakfast. Now that was some real shit right there. I couldn’t help shaking my head in

disbelief. Not only was Mia a sex goddess who knew her way around a dick, but damn, if she didn’t

know how to cook, too. I mean, she could take care of two of the strongest appetites I had—sex and

food.

Flinging back the covers, I hustled out of bed. I threw on some boxer shorts before heading down

the hallway. Peeking in the kitchen, I found Mia at the stove. My deflating wood thrummed back to

life at the sight of her outfitted in one of my T-shirts with only her black, lacy panties from last night.

“Morning,” I said.

She jumped before whirling around. She swept the spatula to her chest. “Shit, you scared me.”

“Sorry. It’s just, I woke up and missed you in bed.”

Mia eyed the bulge in my shorts. “Hmm, I think I know now why you were missing me.”

I laughed before motioning toward the stove. “Is that really Huevos Rancheros I smell?”

“Yes, is it.” She gave me a playful grin. “My, my, you look surprised that a Sicilian gal can cook

something Mexican.”

I laughed. “I’m shocked to see you cooking, period, least of all this.”

“One of my girlfriends and first apartment mates was Mexican. I learned from her.” Grabbing the

orange juice out of the fridge, Mia poured two large glasses. “You know, I was kinda shocked to even

find food in the house.”

Sheepishly, I ran a hand through my bed hair. “Yeah, my mom takes credit for that one. She makes

sure when I’m coming into town to stock the fridge and pantry.”

“She likes to spoil her little boy, huh?” Mia teased. She reached out and playfully pinched my

cheek.

I swatted her hand away. “She just likes to take care of me since I’m gone a lot. She doesn’t get as

much time with me as her other kids. I mean, Antonio’s still living at home and commuting to Tech,

and my sister, Cris, just lives two streets over from her.”

Mia smiled. “I think it’s sweet she looks after you like she does. It makes me think of something

Mama Sofia would do for me.”

As Mia’s expression grew sad, I decided we needed a subject change. “You know, I’m really

digging your attire.”

With an exasperated snort, she brushed a strand of hair out of her face. “Yeah, it’s a little less than

I usually wear when I cook, but none of your boxers fit right.” She cast a glance over her shoulder

before scowling. “My ass is too big.”

Sinking to my knees, I gripped her hips and turned her around. “Never, ever diss your fantabulous

ass in my presence again.” Along the exposed skin, I smacked one of the perfect globes before grazing