Desired Too (18 page)

Then, suddenly, she sat up and forcefully pushed my hands away from her. She looked back at me and shook her head, trying her best to keep a straight face. “Damn, when I say harder, Leo, I mean harder. You claim you miss me, but you can’t fuck me like you mean it.” She shook her head, rolled away from me and stood on the other side of the bed. “…Such a disappointment.”

I stood there stunned into silence, dick in pain, hard, glistening with the juices of the very woman that was causing me pain.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?” I growled, trying my best to calm down.

Raquel, as it seemed, was in rare form.

“I’m going home. It seems you’re, as always, full of shit. Maybe it’s not too late, and I can find someone else that can fuck me the way I need-”

I didn’t let her finish that shit. I moved swiftly into her direction with wide strides. She squealed out a laugh and moved quickly away from the bed, eyes large as shit. She turned and cut out, running and laughing hysterically, as I chased her.

“You think that shit’s funny?” I exclaimed as I got to her just as she was about to pass the kitchen.

I walked her to the island and caged her with my body. I said in her ear, “You really love playing with fire, don’t you?”

Giggling, she replied, “Did I say something wrong?”

I spun her around to face me and brought my hands to the sides of her beautiful face. “No one touches what’s mine, do you understand me? No one, Raquel. I will not have it.”

We stared at each other until she knew that I was fucking serious. Just the idea, the thought of someone touching her was sending me to the moon.

She put her arms around my neck and said some shit that floored the hell out of me. “No one touches what’s mine either. I will not have it. If I see one of your booty calls all over you, there will be problems. You got that, Leonetti? So if you want this, if you want me, you had better tell your skanks to keep their distance. And after today, you will get another bed. I will not lay my head where someone else has been.”

Shit, I was rock hard! Her declaration of me being hers was such a damn turn on. Finally, she was submitting to me.

I leaned down and said, as I got close, “
Baciami
.”

She shook her head. “I don’t know what that means,” she told me softly.

“Kiss me,” I replied.

She met my lips with hers. Our kiss deepened instantly, and she was in my arms, her nails raking my back, marking me.

I walked her back to my bed and once we got there, I picked her up by her hips and tossed her on the bed.

She laughed and watched me, amused. I wasn’t smiling, however. I said to her, serious as shit. “The only woman that has been in this apartment, besides my family, is you. The only woman that has been in this bed is you. This is my home,
Cara
. This is where I live, where I sleep and get away from shit. And now it’s where I’ll spend my time with you.”

I crab walked to her from the foot of the bed, keeping my eyes solely on hers. I got within reach of her and she gripped my hair.

With my lips an inch from hers, she whispered, “Baciami,” then claimed my lips. I in turn claimed my pussy again and again and a-fucking-gain.

I’m in so much trouble! What am I going to do?

My brain kept playing last night and the past few weeks repeatedly in my head, and I couldn’t stop what was happening. I closed my eyes as a shiver attacked my body, despite the hot water covering me.

Breathe in, breathe out, Raquel…That’s it.

I placed my head against the shower wall and shook again as my body started to crave the sensation that it had begun to grow accustomed to feeling.

G
oodness, that man…Holy shit.

Angel and I had been hanging tough for about two weeks now. I finally got him to agree to take things slow and not place a claim on each other. We were exclusive on the physical aspect, but being in a committed relationship wasn’t something I was completely ready to do. Simply dating was enabling us both to get to know each other, even though he believed we already did. I refused to agree with him on the last part, and I felt so much better when he relented to taking us slow. I knew how hard that was for him.

Anyway, we ended up spending the majority of our time together in his apartment. I’d cooked for him, and he’d done the same for me. We’d rode down memory lane, telling each other story after story about our childhoods. When he was alone with me, it was crazy how I could look at him and it was like seeing an entirely different person. He was amazing, attentive and warm towards me. He’d catered to my every desire, my every want and need, and I’m not just talking about sex.

Okay, I
am
speaking majority about sex because dang it…

Sex with us was second nature. It was as if we knew what the other enjoyed without even asking. We were completely in tune with each other’s desires. We never held back from one another. I was always expressive with him and him with me, but it seemed we had reached new heights.

I shivered again just thinking about that tongue of his.

His tongue was not only coveting my body, mind, and soul, but he was also constantly making love to my ears. Angel would speak to me in Italian every chance he got. Sometimes he would just look me dead in my eyes, voice determined, deep and very penetrating, and say something in Italian, and I would melt. I didn’t have a clue what he was saying to me, and he wouldn’t tell me either, but again I didn’t give a shit. I just… I mean… I… Yeah, okay, he was proving to me exactly what he said he would. That I belonged to him.

We did manage to venture out. We didn’t stay inside all the time. We went out to dinner, visiting various restaurants in Center City. We hit the club scene in town or South Street. However, for the most part, it had been him and I alone, getting completely into each other. He seemed like the Angel that I had known before I left. Not the scary one that I came home to, the one that lived in my dreams since the day we met.

This was starting to feel like a relationship more and more every day. I know it’s hard for you understand what I was feeling; I should have been thrilled, but, God, I was petrified.

He thinks I’m something that I’m not.

There were so many things that I needed to tell him first. I had secrets that were so deep and dangerous for just me alone that it would definitely be worse for Angel. That was the reason why I hadn’t told him yet. These secrets were the main reason why I didn’t want us to be in a relationship just yet. I didn’t want him claiming me until I told him everything that I was keeping from him. I was reluctant to tell him because I knew how he would react and what would be the outcome for all parties. I couldn’t have that on my conscience.

I was being foolish by keeping secrets from him, and I knew this. It was just that I knew that deep down, the moment I told him, that desired look in his eyes would change.

I needed to come up with a plan. I needed to figure out what to do, and I couldn’t do that up under him. It just was not possible. Sometimes he could just look at me, and, I swear, I lost my train of thought and got lost in him, or under him, for hours.

I’m a mess.             

I just needed to sit him down and tell him everything; rip the band-aid off quick. I couldn’t get sidetracked or distracted. I couldn’t chicken out. I had to put on my big girl pants and do what I had to do.

I finally shut off the water, having been in there for at least twenty minutes, and grabbed my towel. I quickly dried off. I needed a strategy in order to make my escape very smooth so he wouldn’t be the wiser. That way, I could have some peace and quiet and think.

I smiled just as an idea popped into my head.

I did the essentials to start my day: moisturized my body, brushed my teeth and pulled my hair into a ponytail. I emerged from his bathroom dressed in a long sleeve, U-Penn t-shirt and a pair of dark skinny jeans, ready to get this over with. But then I instantly smelled something heavenly wafting through the apartment.

I grabbed my purse, threw my clothes into its large main compartment and headed barefoot to the kitchen.

I smiled as I watched him cooking with just his basketball shorts on.

Goodness, gracious, those back muscles.

The way they contracted and how his full on tribal tattoo of angel wings that span the width of his back moved as well. How his ass flexed… Hot damn!

I licked my lips and was about to say fuck leaving, when my brain brought my problem back to the forefront, reminding me of what I needed to do.

“Instead of staring at me, why don’t you come over here and get your fix?” he teased and turned slightly smiling.

I obeyed because, indeed, I needed my fix.

I dropped my bag on the stool at the island and moved to him quickly. My arms snaked around his neck, and I got to the tips of my toes to plant a wet one on his lips. Angel slowly brought his right arm around me, turning away from the oven and the juicy steak that he was grilling, and pulled me into him completely. We kissed deeply and the profound feeling in between my legs started to heat up again.

I pulled back.

“Good morning,
bella
,” he said to me, smiling, caressing my cheek with a lone finger.

My eyes slowly opened, and I looked into his eyes.

Yup, it’s confirmed. I’m up shit’s creek.

“Good morning.” I kissed him a couple more times, then tried to move from his arms.

Angel’s grin grew as well as his damn sex appeal, as if that was even possible, and gripped me tight.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked as he bent down and kissed me again.

This time, he deepened the kiss further, and I found myself being pushed up against the island, both his hands gripping me tight against him. I loved every bit of his aggressive behavior, when he let his desires for me known. Feeling his power, his need for me, made my lady parts hum with satisfaction and need.

He finally allowed us to come up for air and my fingers were tangled in his hair while his hand was underneath my shirt, gripping and pulling on my nipple. His other hand had my thigh against his hip.

His eyes searched mine. Then he smiled devilishly. “Let’s have breakfast. Then I’ll do to you what I know you’re craving for.”

Smug bastard…

I pushed him in his chest and rolled my eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Just feed me.”

“That’s exactly what I plan to do,” he joked, raising his eyebrows at me.

I gave him the finger.

He laughed, which was something else I loved hearing him do, and went back to the stove.

He made our plates of steak and eggs and sat next to me at the island.

Did I say he could cook? Yeah, well, he could cook. Hell, he could burn. His mama did him justice by teaching him how to cook, making him even sexier and more appealing.

My lady parts were starting to hum again, so I needed a diversion. “Tell me more about you and your brother.”

“Why?”

The tone of his voice instantly caused me to stop eating and look over at him. The scowl that was prominent on his handsome face wasn’t what had me stunned. No, it was the anger, the discontent that made me hold my breath.

“Come on, Leo, it’s obvious you two don’t care too much for each other. That was evident at the meeting. Plus, you saying that you didn’t trust anyone in the meeting room but me and your father has me wondering going on.”

He looked from his plate to my eyes, then sighed. “What do you want to know?”

“Well, for starters, I want to know why you hate him so much. What made you not trust your own brother? That shouldn’t be right, especially not in your family.”

Angel grunted and ran his hands through his hair as if he was preparing himself to tell me bad news. “Bella, just because we have the same parents doesn’t make him my brother. You’re right, though. Eddie and I aren’t close. Fuck, we are barely cordial. We haven’t been anything more than that since I was fourteen.”

“Why? What happened when you were fourteen?”

“You have to understand the dynamics of my family. Eddie has always tried to do shit to get our father’s attention. He hung around my father all the time, attempting to emulate him, wanting approval in everything he did. For example, Pops was a bruiser, and Eddie wanted to be the same; yet, better, so he took Martial Arts for years. He even won competitions, and I will say that my father was very proud of him. Eddie worked hard to get good grades. He was popular in school. He was the man.”

I understood that completely. Vic and I didn’t compete with one another, but I could see how Eddie did whatever it took to gain the love from his father. Vic was the same way. It was important for Vic to get dad’s approval. I remember seeing that all the time. He played every sport and excelled. He had high grades and did everything he could to sponge all the knowledge of the family business from our father. That wasn’t me, and I had a feeling it wasn’t Angel either.

I asked, “What about you? Did you do whatever it took to get in your father’s good graces? I highly doubt it. However, I figured I’d ask.”

Angel grinned. “Yes, you would be correct. I didn’t give two shits about the family business. I didn’t do everything I could to get my father’s attention because I didn’t need to. Things came easy to me in most of the shit that I tried to do, unlike Eddie. I was popular in middle school. I was a prankster, loud, and comic relief everywhere I went. Teachers adored me. Coaches worshipped me. Girls… Well… Yeah, I won’t go into details.”

I smirked and rolled my eyes. “Yes, thank you.”

He half grinned, then continued. “We were night and day, my brother and I. We were cool at home, probably because we barely saw each other. We both were into different things. I was into sports, Eddie wasn’t. Eddie was heavily into martial arts and that wasn’t my thing. We lived separate lives outside of being under the same roof. High school was the first time we would have something in common, besides having the same parents.”

Angel went back to his steak, picked up his knife and fork, and, between eating, continued to tell me about his brother. “I respected my brother back then. We may have had different lives, but I still looked up to him in a way. However, being in the same school with him wasn’t what I expected. I had been in high school every bit of a month, and one day, I was standing in the hallway talking to this chick. She was an upper classman and sweet on me. To put everything into perspective for you, I was tall for my age at fourteen. I had a massive growth spurt that summer and shot up past my brother’s height. My body was building early too. I had started doing sit-ups and pushups to get my body cut, and I ran every day.”

I rolled my eyes again. “Okay, you were an Adonis at an early age, I get it. Get on with your story.”

This time he laughed, easing the tension in his features. “I knew I could pull any chick I wanted to, but I wasn’t that into girls yet. Shocking, I know. I was still more into playing sports, video games and hanging out with my friends-”

“Skateboarding,” I added.

He smiled again and nodded. “But I was never mean to anyone. I wasn’t confrontational at all. I talked to everybody. On this day, I was doing just that. I was talking to a girl who wanted me to help her study.” Instantly, I smirked, but he immediately added, “Before you even say anything, I know, I wasn’t the smartest kid, so I knew what she
really
wanted. I played along, and told her I would help her with her homework. Then this big ass jock pushed this girl out of the way and stepped in my face.”

“His name was Brian Duncan. I’ll never forget that name. Mainly because I still see him from time to time and laugh every time I see him. Anyway, he thought he was top shit. He asked me,
‘What the hell are you doing talking to my girl?’
I suddenly noticed we had a crowd forming, mostly of the jocks on the football team. They were circling around us, making it known that shit was about to go down. Now back then, I wasn’t a fighter. I wasn’t a punk either, but I didn’t start shit. I stayed out of people’s way and never talked shit. Again, surprising, I know.”

When I placed my fork and knife on my plate, Angel took it and his, and then moved to the sink behind him.

I thanked him, and when he turned back to me, I said, “First, I can’t believe you didn’t talk shit or fight when you were young. I’m assuming this was the moment when you started, though.”