Page 5 of Unravel You

I gripped the pillow under my head to keep myself in check. My self-control was slipping as it always did when it came to Valentina. Her innocence drove me to distraction. How did she not know how beautiful she was? Jesus, I almost lost my mind when she strode into my office in black stockings, ready for sex. If my team had not been sitting across from me, I would have taken her right there and then.

She adjusted her weight on top of me, truly lost on what to do next. That was on me. Since we’d met, my desire for her had been so intense I never gave her a chance to explore her own needs. I could do better, starting right now.

Keeping my hands off her was hell, especially when her full breasts swayed not a foot away, taunting me, driving me insane. She had those dark pink, pointy nipples that begged to be sucked. I squeezed the pillow tighter when the inside of her muscled thigh touched my side. My gaze followed the path from her leg, up her round hip, the dip of her waist, and her face.

“You’re blushing. Why?” I asked to distract her and get her out of her head. I wanted her to let go and show me what she wanted.

“I shouldn’t want you this much.”

Long eyelashes touched her cheek as she lowered her gaze and watched her fingers slide down my chest and stomach. Jesus, my cock screamed for me to take her already when she ground her ass against my erection. I’d bet she didn’t realize she was doing it.

“Tell me. Did you touch yourself while I was gone?” Her head snapped up at me, her lips parted. That was a fucking yes. “Show me.”

Lines flashed across her forehead as she looked for the answer. If no hadn’t been her first thought, she was only a minute away from doing what I’d asked. Her hand inched past my navel, and I exhaled. The innocent look on her face was such a turn-on. Valentina was fierce and protective of everyone she loved, her son Max, her parents, and now me. But when it came to her own needs, she still felt she didn’t deserve much.

When we’d first met, I’d hit rock bottom in my personal life and in business. She was the stranger at the coffee shop, who sat timidly in the corner, aching to break free. It’d been hell to stay away from her the entire spring semester.

But at the time, I had nothing to offer her. Until one day, she broke down over her latte because the deal on her lease hadn’t worked out. She was out on her own, along with her son. In a moment of weakness, I offered her my help. She denied me, of course. And then I realized how much I wanted, needed, her in my life. If I could, I’d give her the world.

“You’re going to have to lose these first.” I reached out and pulled on the lace of her underwear. The back of my fingers grazed her smooth skin, and I almost lost it. With a deep breath, I placed my hand behind my head again and let her figure out the logistics.

I got what I asked for and then some when she pushed off me and planted both feet on the plush rug underneath us. She looked down, her long hair covering half her face, and pulled off her underwear. Was it possible? She was more beautiful than I remembered. The last time she stood in front of me like this, I licked and nibbled every inch of her, ran my hands over her tan legs and smooth skin.

Valentina shuffled her feet forward, her pussy bare and proud while my cock remained caged in my trousers. It was agony, but this was about her and not what I wanted. Her dark brown gaze fell on my chest and slowly inched down to my crotch. My erection steeled under her greedy eyes. Maybe she did need a little help. I reached down, unbuckled my belt, and shimmied my pants down to my knees.

“Hey.” She smiled at me and dropped to her knees.

“Nope.” I grabbed her arms and got her to sit on me like before, though in my mind her luscious lips were already sucking me hard. Her butt rubbed against me, and for now that was good enough. “Let me see you touch yourself.”

Oh,she mouthed, making her lips pout.

Oh, sweetheart.

When she didn’t make an effort to oblige, I took her hand and placed her index and middle fingers in my mouth and sucked lightly. She squeezed her eyes shut. I felt as if I could take over the world every time she showed me how much I turned her on.

“When I’m away from home, alone in my hotel room, all I can think of is you.” I released her hand. “I lie in bed in the middle of the night and fantasize about you rubbing your clit, making yourself come.”

She swallowed and shook her head once. I got the feeling my fantasies were spot on. “Do you ever think of me when you touch yourself?”

She nodded. Her sex trickled wet, and she still couldn’t make up her mind. I gripped her hips and moved her up toward me. The sudden change in direction made her fall back and expose her pretty pussy to me. A man could only have so much self-control. She lowered her gaze, a slight smile pulling at her lips. Looking away from me, she placed her palm on herself while bracing her other hand on my thigh and dug her nails into my skin.

I puffed out a breath, placed an index finger under her chin, and lifted it toward me. Her lips parted when she met my gaze and increased the tempo of her strokes on her mound. She continued like this for several beats while I had my fill of her beautiful body. She didn’t break eye contact—not even when she shuddered at the onset of an orgasm and let out a quiet, sexy moan.

“Now I can take this image with me anywhere I go.”

For all her hesitation, now that she had started, she wasn’t going to stop until she was satisfied. I had died and gone to heaven. I watched her pleasure herself, rubbing the apex of her sex and pulling at her outer lip, then her folds. Jesus, I picked her up by the waist and sat her down on my shaft. She sheathed me, wet and warm.

“I want you so fucking much.” I wrapped my arms around her and brought her mouth toward mine.

“Me too.” She yelped but didn’t stop the rhythm she had going. I rocked my hips against her and kept up with her pace.

This was us.

I sat up and thrust hard into her. Two weeks without her in my arms had been pure torture. When she climaxed, she wrapped her arms around my neck. I kissed her before she screamed out my name, as she always did. With lips on hers, I plunged into her until I found my own release too.

Since day one, I knew Valentina was the one for me. She had the ability to knock me off my feet and then make me find my center. My true center. If it weren’t for her, I would float away into some black hole in space. Yeah, it took me several months to find the courage to admit to myself I was in love with her, but now that we were here, no way in hell was I letting her go. Why the hell were we not married yet?

“You’re so perfect for me.” I held her tight while her hot breath spread from the spot behind my ear and down my back. “Marry me.”

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