Shadow of Temptation (Asylums for Magical Threats #2.5) (15 page)

Neena’s words interrupted his thoughts. “Let her decide.”

He narrowed his eyes. “How do you do that?”

“It’s none of your concern. What I need you to do is open the drawer next to your bed, take out the clipboard, read it, and sign it. Once Santos collects it, I’ll let you see Sabrina.”

Before he could say anything else, Neena turned and walked out of the room.

Chapter Fourteen

Sabrina uncrossed and crossed her legs before she started tapping her fingers against her thigh. She’d spent the last hour in this apartment of rooms waiting for Neena, and she didn’t know how much longer she could keep her promise not to go wandering. Even with two guards at the door, she was contemplating the best way to escape.

Especially since she’d been told that Jorge was in the same building.

She kept replaying the scene when he’d told her that he wouldn’t kill Watkins because then he’d never have a chance with her. Jorge finally tamping down his revenge for her sake meant more to her than she’d ever imagined. He might’ve changed because of his time with the Collector, but the sensitive man he’d once been hadn’t completely died. He was still in there, and she wanted to know both the old and new versions of Jorge.

She stood up and started pacing the living area. After living so many years undercover and hiding her true self, not being able to see the one man with whom she could be honest was killing her. What was taking Neena so long?

There was a knock on the door and she frowned. Neena usually barged in without waiting, so it had to be someone else.

She stood up, walked over to the door, and opened it to find Jorge standing in front of her in a hospital gown. He studied her and Sabrina noticed how he looked a little pale with circles under his eyes, but the direct stare assessing her meant that while his body might be recovering, his mind was intact.

Relief flooded her, and she wanted nothing more than to pull him close and kiss him, but she was aware of the guards in the hall. She didn’t want an audience, so she grabbed Jorge’s arm, pulled him inside, and shut and locked the door. She took a deep breath and turned around to face him. Any doubts she had about him still wanting her instantly died at the heat in his eyes.

She barely managed a breathless, “Hi,” before Jorge pressed her up against the door, his hands on either side of her face. His breath was hot against her cheek when he said, “I know we have a shitload of things to talk about, but right now, all I want to do is kiss you, get you naked, and show you just how glad I am that you’re alive.” He nuzzled her cheek. “Will you let me do that?”

Her heart thudded in her ears as Jorge pressed his lower body against hers. Whatever his recovery, she could feel he was hard and ready for her.

She wanted that hardness inside her, to remind her that he was alive, and that he was hers. She placed her hands on his chest and whispered, “Yes. Now, shut up and kiss me.”

He growled, took her face into his hands, and did as she commanded. She opened in response to his touch, and welcomed the taste and warmth of Jorge’s tongue in her mouth.

She hugged his body close, snaking a hand up his neck and into his hair. Her already hard nipples pressed against his chest, and she suddenly ached to feel his skin against hers.

She ran her free hand along his back, found the seam of his hospital gown, and ran her fingers down to his ass. She squeezed his firm buttocks and broke the kiss long enough to say, “Bedroom. Naked. Now.”

Jorge had worried that his straightforward request for sex might offend Sabrina. However, judging by how she was rubbing herself up against him and grabbing his ass, she was just as hungry for him as he was for her.

Despite the battle of their tongues inside her mouth, he wanted more. He wanted her skin under his palm, her heat wrapped around his dick, and her moans filling his ears. He needed to be reminded that he was alive, and so was she.

When she made her blunt demands about getting naked in the bedroom, he was more than happy to comply.

He’d take care of the naked part first.

He moved his hands to the hem of her shirt and ran his palms underneath it, against her skin, until he came to the band of her bra. It took everything he had to break their kiss and step back enough to tug up her shirt. Sabrina raised her arms, and as soon as he tossed her top aside, she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She yanked it off and his mouth went dry.

The brief time he’d seen her naked torso before hadn’t been enough to truly appreciate her breasts. They were small but high and topped with hard, dusky nipples. While Sabrina was busy unzipping her jeans, he reached out and cupped them. The woman was determined, however, and didn’t stop until her shoes and jeans were kicked off to the side. He decided to get her attention and pinched her nipples.

A soft moan escaped her lips as she looked up at him. Her eyes were half-lidded and full of heat. The thought of her parted lips, soft and wet, as she explored his body made his cock throb.

He rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger a second before he trailed his hands down her body, inch by inch, until he reached the waistband of her no-nonsense cotton underwear. He ran a finger under the elastic, her smooth skin warm and inviting. For the first time in a long time, he felt the urge to tease someone.

He smiled and said, “I see you came prepared to seduce me.”

She frowned. “If you want fancy thongs, then I’m not your lady. The goods are the same underneath.”

He knew it was cheesy, but he’d do whatever it took to get the woman naked faster. “Then hurry up and show me. You said the other day that I could lick you to orgasm, and I’m impatient to taste you.”

She blinked and then slowly smiled before she pushed against his chest. “Take two steps back first.”

“What?”

“Just do it.”

Unsure of what she had planned, he reluctantly stepped back. The thought of her changing her mind had his heart thumping in his ears. He wanted her so bad it hurt.

Sabrina slowly slid down the waistband of her underwear to expose more of her hip, and his panic calmed. The woman was trying to strip—for him.

But just before she revealed the hair between her thighs, she paused and said, “I don’t need a pair of fancy underwear to seduce you.” She stepped to the side and walked around him, her hips swaying. “Just stand here until I reach the bedroom. Can you do that?”

He nodded, curious to see what she would do. He’d never seen this side of her before, but so far, he liked it.

Her smile broadened at his nod before she stepped out of her underwear and tossed them aside. He drank in the sight of her narrow hips, the dark patch of hair between her thighs, and miles of golden, tan skin. He let his gaze linger on her hips and breasts before looking back to Sabrina’s almond-shaped eyes. She hadn’t said anything about remaining quiet, and his voice was low when he said, “You’re so beautiful, it hurts.” He untied his hospital gown and shrugged out of it. As it fell to the ground, Sabrina’s eyes fell to his cock. He took it in his hand and yanked up and then down before he said, “Hurry up and strut your fine self into the bedroom so I can fuck you until you forget your name.”

He was afraid his blunt talk would scare her, but while her eyes widened at his words, her wicked smile never faltered. “Did you bring any condoms this time?”

His stomach dropped. “I’ve been stuck inside a hospital-type room for two days. What do you think?”

She strutted over to her jeans, turned, and bent over so that her heart-shaped ass was on display. At that moment, he just wanted to push her up against the wall and take her from behind.

Sabrina looked over her shoulder and held up a strip of condoms. “Do you think this is enough?”

He knew he’d made a promise to wait, but fuck it. He rushed over to Sabrina, put an arm around her waist, and pulled her soft-yet-firm ass up against his cock. “Unless you want a little Jorge running around in nine months, you’d better give me one of those. I’ll lick you to insanity later. Right now, I need to be inside you.”

Sabrina had no idea what had come over her, but apparently she’d discovered how much she liked teasing Jorge. No doubt the longer she wasn’t undercover, the more she’d discover about her true self.

Then she pushed him too far, and he grabbed her from behind. She was now flush against his hard cock, his muscled arm just under her breasts. While she wanted to feel the heat of his mouth around her nipple or his wet tongue between her thighs, she had a growing need to have Jorge inside her. The thought of his hard cock pounding at her from behind made her core pulse. She wanted this more than anything she’d wanted in a long time, so she opened one of the condom packets and handed it to him.

He nuzzled her neck with his soft lips and kissed her before he released his hold on her. The tender gesture reminded her of the complex man Jorge had become. She could easily imagine him being rough and hard one minute, and tender and loving the next.

But then Jorge’s hands covered her breasts and he gently pulled her back up against his chest. He nipped her earlobe before he whispered, “Brace your arms against the wall.”

She leaned over and as soon as she braced her forearms on the wall, one of Jorge’s hands slid from her breast to between her thighs. He stopped just shy of her clit and rubbed his finger back and forth, teasing her. “Are you nice and wet for me?”

His questions sent more wetness between her legs. “Yes.”

He nipped her shoulder and said, “Let’s find out.”

He held her another second before he plunged one of his fingers inside her. She let out a little moan and Jorge added another one before he started to pump his fingers in and out. “So wet and tight.” He removed his fingers and she raised her head to see him smiling.

She was about to ask him what was so funny when he thrust his hard cock inside of her, stretching and filling her in a way that caused a second of discomfort. Then he pulled out slowly and thrust again and the discomfort turned into pure pleasure, spreading from her core up through her body. As his thrusts became faster, Sabrina braced her head against her arms and closed her eyes, allowing her to concentrate on the fullness of Jorge’s cock and the rough warmth of his hand fondling one breast and then another.

The loud slap of his flesh against hers nearly drowned out her moans.

Jorge let go of her breast and she made a sound of protest. He changed the angle of his cock, and her protests died as lights danced against the darkness of her closed eyelids.

His breath was hot against her ear as he whispered, “You’re mine, Sabrina Ono. Say it.”

She was so close. “Yes, I’m yours. Jorge, please.”

He kissed the top of her ear as the hand that had been playing with her breasts slid down her belly. “As you wish.”

The second he started to rub his rough fingers against her clit, Sabrina let go.

From the instant he’d driven his cock into her, it’d taken everything he’d had not to come. She was so hot and tight, gripping his cock in a way his hand never could. It felt fucking fantastic.

But it was more than just feeling good—Sabrina trusting him with her body kindled something inside of him. Not that long ago, he’d been broken and ready to give up his life once his sister had been safe. But now, thanks to the warm and willing woman in front of him, he had so much more to live for.

He knew their connection was new, and who the hell knew what would happen next, but he couldn’t stop from saying Sabrina was his. When she agreed, his baser need to claim her took over.

After a few strokes of her clit, Sabrina’s inner muscles started squeezing his cock, her already tight sheath getting tighter. He moved so that both of his hands gripped her hips, and he let his restraint go. He thrust hard and fast, the pressure building at the base of his spine until his own orgasm hit him and he grunted out in pleasure. He wanted to scream out Sabrina’s name, but he didn’t want to appear clingy. After his time with the Collector, expressing emotions was sometimes hard to do.

Once he came down from the high, he slowed his hips and gently kissed Sabrina’s damp shoulder. He loved the saltiness of her skin, reminding him how he’d yet to lick every inch of her body. His cock liked that idea, but for once, his head overruled—it was time for them to talk.

Still, he couldn’t resist leaning forward, wrapping his arms around Sabrina’s waist, and resting his chin on her shoulder. He gave her a gentle squeeze and asked, “How was that for hello?”

She leaned her head against his and he could hear the smile in her voice. “It was good, but I think you could do better.” She turned her head toward him. “Do you want to try again?”

He ran his thumb up and down her arm. “Believe me, I want to, but I think it’s high time we talked.”

She nodded with a sigh. “I had a feeling you were going to say that.”

He gave a reassuring squeeze. “Hey, it’s not like I’m just going to take you against the wall and walk away.” He released her, slipped out of her body, and turned Sabrina toward him. “I plan to be around for a long while, and not just because we’re supposed to work together.”