Delta: Revenge (8 page)

It was too much: the intense desire, the wicked want, curiosity and cravings that came with straddling Javier’s thighs. “I had the shittiest day until I walked in here and saw you.” Then she moved over him, using her hand to press his sheathed crown to her ready entrance, parting her flesh as the tip of his erection pressed into her body. “God…”

With his hands on her hips, Javier’s mouth took hers, and with every deep, sweeping kiss, the man inched his thick cock inside her ravenous core, the push deliciously mind erasing.

“Soph…” He breathed as he kissed her. “Incredible, paixão.”

The sweet sound of that perfect word. Her eyes shut. The stretch and fullness were more than she expected. Deep and thick, he invaded her, each thrust making her jaw drop. “Amazing.”

Javier set a deep, slow rhythm that could make a girl cry. He speared his length, making love to her as she rode his cock. His heavy arms gathered around her, enfolding against his tattooed pecs. The crisp scratch of his chest hair drove her sensitive nipples mad, and that, coupled with the safe possession of her within his solid muscles, made her lose herself. Every thrust and every powerful slide away from her drove her to the point of screaming.

“Give me you.” He growled, making his words rumble. “More.”

Sophia buried her head against his throat. She’d never moved like this before, never felt as though she could flow and come alive with sex so forceful and still somehow passionate. She moaned, not breathing, not gasping but just living for every second Javier took her.

He held her tighter, and she bit his shoulder. A building onslaught of orgasm-induced madness got ready to hit her again. A fire burned between their bodies, and he owned her every thrash.

“Javier,” she cried into his neck, bucking against him, feeling consumed by his strength.

An insane eternity passed as she climaxed. Lovely. Like floating… until she lulled, and Javier turned her over. That was still lovely, but definitely back to reality. His hand curled around the back of her neck. Sophia scraped her fingernails down his muscular back as his gorgeous torso towered, and she wrapped her legs around his powerful thighs.

“Like heaven.” He moved like a piston in her in a way she’d never dreamed possible, constant and capturing her, concentrating his slanted kisses and rhythmic attack on her, bringing her to the brink of implosion.

“I could take you forever,” he growled against her lips.

“
Yes.
” Please. Never let this stop.

His weight pinned her, and with their hips connected, he ignited the start of her next orgasm. Building. Building. Javier thrust with deliberate, perfect precision, and Sophia pulsed and panted, clinging to him as though he were the savior of her most miserable day.

Somehow he
knew
exactly what she needed, and how she needed it, and when. Javier called the shots about what her soul needed.

“Sweet Sophia,” he whispered, breathless, slowing his roll into her still-quaking muscles. “You did so good for me.”

Tears pricked her eyes; she had no idea why. The tone of his voice coaxed them out, and the caring in his arms made her dizzy with a fulfillment she’d never experienced before. “Yes.”

He abandoned her mouth, dragging his tongue to her neck, making his stubble-covered cheeks scratch her skin. He palmed her breasts and took his time,
savoring
.

His forehead touched hers. “Yes.”

She nodded.

“I want to wear you out.” Gently, he kissed her lips. “If you think of this day, you think of me.”

“Please.”

“Good girl.”

Panting and building all over again, she hugged into him, emotion choking her throat, stinging her senses. “More. All of you. Make. Me. Forget.”

Javier thrust. He
drove
. Her hands clasped his ass, and his hips slammed against hers. She’d feel this for days—the soreness, the claim he’d made to her mind and body. Minutes, hours, days could’ve passed. This was a dream.

Every part of her loved how alive she was, and she fell over the edge again as he ground into her and grunted and groaned, harshly whispering, “Paixão.”

Javier’s tight body plunged into hers until he went lax. She melted into the mattress under his caring weight. This man… he was terrific. Absolutely, out-of-this-world amazing.

They lay tangled together, in total silence with the exception of their pounding heartbeats, which even the neighbors should have been able to hear. “That was…” she said.

“So…” He breathed.

“… needed.”

He nodded, their cheeks touching. “Needed.”

Who knew how long they lay there or if anyone had heard them. She didn’t care. Sometime during the night, he got up and went to the bedroom’s adjoining bathroom. As he walked back, he went to the door, locked it, and slid into the bed, tossing her dress to the floor and pulling the covers down. Javier pulled her into his arms and against his gorgeous body and rubbed her back as she drifted off to sleep.

CHAPTER FOUR

The familiar buzz of his phone on an unfamiliar surface woke Javier. He froze at the soft sounds of Sophia sleeping in his arms. What had he done? Stupid. But for the moments when she was with him, he’d let go of the disappointment from earlier. Kissing Sophia, taking her in a way that had saved them both from bad thoughts, had been a reprieve.

He reached for his phone and scrolled through the missed calls and text messages.

J—you leave?

Hey Brazil. Looking for you.

Where the fuck are you?

Report in. Job came up. We’re out asap.

Shit. No, wait—an assignment. That was good even if the boss would tear him a new asshole for going MIA for a couple hours. He needed back out in the field. Being in some WASP mansion in the United States wouldn’t help with revenge, his only focus in life.

Sophia stirred, and his eyes dropped to her. What was he supposed to do? Say good-bye? Slip out? He had no idea. He’d never slept with a woman before. Never stuck around past the moment that everyone had a good time. But the circumstances tonight had been different. That was sex for a reason. So even if he’d fallen asleep, it had been for a good cause.

Colin’s voice played in Javier’s head.
Don’t touch her
had been the only warning. Yeah, well, that hadn’t gone as planned. His phone buzzed again, and he silenced it. “Sophia?”

She slipped sideways against him, hugging her arm around his naked torso.

“Soph?” Brushing her soft hair off her shoulder, he took more time than he needed to and slid his hand down her smooth back, trying to rouse her but wishing he didn’t have to. No one should have a day like she’d had. Waking her might start the headache all over again. But it’d be a huge dick move to leave without a word. Javier bent and kissed her neck.

“Hmm… hey,” she whispered as she woke.

“Sorry, paixão. Work calls.”

She sighed as though remembering everything they’d been hiding from. “How long have I been asleep?”

“We’ve both been out, um, about an hour.”

“‘Kay. So…” She sat up, tucking the covers around her. “Thanks, I guess.”

God, he didn’t want to hear that embarrassed sound in her voice. A dim light was still on, and he turned her face to see her pink cheeks and avoiding eyes. “Look at me, gatinha.”

She flicked a look up that didn’t stick and then burrowed her face into a pillow. “I’ve never had a one-night stand before, so don’t think I’m the gutter-slut type. Okay? I just kinda needed that. Sometimes I get nightmares. I can’t even wake from them. Tonight, not even a shadowy dream. So, bonus points.”

She was beautiful in a way that he’d never experienced before—soft and vulnerable. Everything that fell from her lips was unguarded. He didn’t know what she did for a living, didn’t know who her friends were or what she was passionate about. All he knew was that she was more honest with him than anyone he’d met.

“Don’t play tonight down. It was good for both of us.”

She gave him a sleepy grin. “Trying.”

“One truth for another,” he mumbled. “You’ve never had a one-night stand, and I’ve never fallen asleep with a woman. Two firsts in a night that would otherwise have been really shitty.”

“Really? You’ve never slept next to a woman? Ever?”

“Yeah.” Laughing self-consciously, he didn’t want to get out of the warm confines of the bedding. The sheets alone had to be worth more than the housing where he’d grown up. “Are you okay? I don’t mean
this.
I mean, are
you
okay?”

Her delicate chin jutted in a show of strength. “I’m okay.”

“And this?” He bounced a finger between them. “Okay?”

“Yes.” She smiled, blushing—again such a giver of truth, even if it was unintentional. “Thank you. For tonight.”

“Alright.” He bent over and kissed her cheek then unhappily left the bed, ignoring the uncomfortable desire to stay and appreciate their two firsts.

CHAPTER FIVE

Holy. Crapola. Sophia’s head pounded—like,
pounded
. As did the rest of her body. She pried her eyes open, the feeling of unremoved makeup making her skin feel oily, and she had cotton mouth that killed.

God. What had happened—thoughts came to a screaming halt.
Holy shit
was right. She was semihungover and very well screwed the day after her wedding. She was single—in a major way.
That
felt great, almost enough to minimize the pounding headache. But it did
not
take away the sore, almost throbbing deliciousness of her well-used body.

God. Javier. She’d slept with her crush; she’d had a one-night stand the night of her wedding. What was she—a hussy? But it had felt like magic. No one had ever touched her like that before. It was amazing, and if she hadn’t believed in miracles, last night was a case to start. Because who did that ever happen to? She’d been whisked away in the arms of tatted-up, muscled perfection, a man who whispered foreign-tongued words that made a wave of warmth roll through her again.

Sophia clung to the comforter and smiled. A new era had arrived—sans Dr. Josh. Nothing would compare to what her body had experienced last night, so screw looking for a rebound man. What to do… what to do? Eventually, she’d have to get out of bed and face the world, maybe talk to
Lizzie
and probably spend more time with Tabby. She’d definitely try to online stalk Javier and see what the world of social media could tell her. Oh, and Colin’s brain would be picked. It would be very much on the down-low, but nonetheless, her brother would share what she needed.

Which was what?

It wasn’t as if Javier had said a word about seeing her again.

It wasn’t as if she’d suggest they should. Hell, he’d undressed her out of
her wedding dress
. The guy likely thought she was crazy. Or a slut. Though nothing he’d said or done the night before would make her believe that was true—

Knock.

Hope crawled out from her hangover and jumped in Sophia’s chest. A knock like that? Hard and harsh and to the point. God, would it be Javier? She sat up, smoothed down her wild hair, and ran her fingers under her eyes to ward away mascara smudges. “Hello?”

“Sophia?” It was her father. Okay. He wasn’t stupid. How bad was her just-had-sex hair? And the champagne bottles! At least there was only one fork…

“Soph?” Dad cracked the door. “Morning.”

She tugged the comforter up to her bare shoulders, burrowing against the pillow, trying for that casual, morning-after-wedding-disaster look without looking as though she’d had sex. “Hey, Dad. I didn’t think you guys would be here this morning.”

“Your mother and I were worried, honey.” His eyes dropped to the wedding dress that had spent the night on the floor. “Why don’t you get up and get dressed, and breakfast will be ready downstairs.”

Her lips parted, surprised. “Mom’s here?”

Dad tilted his head. “Yes.”

“
Why?
” Didn’t she have an event to run off to, press to spin the wedding debacle turned fundraising success to? Sophia groaned.

“Eggs Benedict. Downstairs. Now.”

She nodded, feeling the reproach in his tone. He gave no shits about her having had way too much to drink, and he hadn’t yet had the fatherly talk with her about how he didn’t like Josh that much anyway. But Dad would not let her and her mother’s snippiness go without a discussion.

He shut the door, and Sophia pulled the blanket over her head. Drawing in a deep breath, she—
whoa
—her insides turned to mush as her sluggish brain realized that sinful scent on the pillow and blankets was a very faint reminder of Javier. Sex and cologne. The combination was intoxicating. Staying a few deep breaths too long, she embraced the shivers that rocketed through her at the memory of all that had occurred. Each kiss. Each thrust. The way he’d murmured into her ear and opened her eyes. That was
a lot
to get from a few breaths, but wow, did it bring her back to last night.