Miami Heat Page 5

  “What?”

  He took a step toward her, and she tried backing up, but the wall kept her where she stood. “You’re turned on,” he said, his tone an accusation.

  “So?” She raised her eyebrows in challenge.

  A large hand flattened on the wall beside her head and another on the opposite side. “I can’t leave.”

  “Who’s asking you to?”

  “It’s not…” He shut his eyes, but he breathed deep again, and the moan he gave off was almost feral. Goose bumps broke out on her arms, and she practically purred in response. Without opening his eyes, Adam placed a hand over her mouth and shook his head. “Don’t.”

  She pulled his hand down. “Aw, come on, Adam. I like this game. You look like you’re about to lose control, and here I am a helpless maiden waiting to be ravaged by the big bad—”

  “Stop!” he insisted.

  She fell silent.

  His hands moved from the wall to rove her hips, the outsides of her thighs, and around to her ass. He gave the cheeks a squeeze, a little too roughly. She bit her lip.

  “Adam, why don’t you open your eyes?”

  He didn’t answer but raised her chin and covered her mouth with his. The invasion of his tongue between her lips wasn’t a request, but a demand. He swept the warm interior, taking what he wanted and left Sakura trembling. She curled her fingers into his shirt and pulled him closer. She stretched up to her toes and arched into his chest, hungry for more, but Adam pushed her back until she bumped the wall. He followed with his hard body, pressing her tight, exploring her mouth while his hands skimmed over her form. He found the line of her panties and ripped them off, then tossed the ragged material away. His thick fingers parted her folds and sank into her wetness. She whimpered, gasping against his mouth. He pumped his digits deep inside her until the heel of his palm thumped her swollen clit. The movement skyrocketed her toward an orgasm, but Adam wasn’t satisfied. Even as he kept kissing her, he tore out of his clothes and kicked his shoes off. When he was naked, he grabbed her around the waist and hoisted her off her feet. Sakura scarcely had time to realize what he intended before he plunged his cock into her pussy. Her butt hit the wall, but he plowed hard, grinding his shaft home. She lost all strength, shocked at his size. Seemingly overnight, his cock had grown, so big it stretched her walls, and a tiny sliver of pain made her clutch his shoulders and turn her head so she could speak.

  “Adam,” she managed to whisper, “you’re so thick. I’m not sure…”

  “Don’t tell me no, Sakura.” He moved from his lips to her throat, and not once did he slow his thrusts. “Por favor.”

  She hesitated, partly scared at this wildness she hadn’t seen before and somewhat excited, too. What he did to her body felt good, but it also seemed like his control was slipping. She had a choice to give in to her nerves or enjoy the pleasure he offered.

  “Don’t stop, baby,” she murmured, and he pumped so hard, banging the wall, she wondered if any second the plaster would give. While his roughness hurt it felt incredible, too, better than she remembered sex with Adam had ever felt—and making love with him had always been explosive.

  He raised her legs and wrapped them around his waist, then held her ass. Sakura’s breast flattened against his chest, the little silky hairs tickling her stiff peaks. She held onto him, but it hardly seemed necessary. His pecs flexed, but it didn’t seem like he had to struggle at all with her weight.

  She shut her eyes and found the pulse at his throat, nipping it. Adam made an odd sound and raised her head. He claimed her mouth again, slanting his over hers and kissed her brutally. While he pinned her in place, her orgasm slammed through her system, and she screamed in his mouth. He pulled out and carried her to the table.

  “The bed’s right—” she began.

  He dropped her on the end and plowed inside her heat. Sakura fell back, but before she hit the table, Adam had brushed everything off it. He crushed her on the unyielding surface, holding the opposite end with both hands and driving deep into her pussy. Sakura opened her mouth to moan, but no sound came out. She tried winding her arms around Adam’s neck, but she could do no more than lie beneath him, letting him have his way. Her core muscles began to twine for another orgasm, but he withdrew.

  “Adam.”

  This time he looked at her, his eyes open. They appeared feverish to her, so dark. She had no time to question him or look deeper before he flipped her onto her belly so that her legs hung over the side of the table. He lined his body with hers, and she reached back quickly to cover her butt.

  “I know we do it back there sometimes, but there’s no way you’re fitting that monster in me tonight.”

  She glanced at him over her shoulder, and he blinked then straightened. “Lo siento. I was too rough.” He took a step back, but Sakura grabbed his hand. She went up to her toes and arched her back, pushing her butt in the air. A little wiggle in invitation had Adam staring, hunger in his gaze. He hadn’t come yet, and she’d never let him go unsatisfied.

  “I was ready to come again. You’re going to let me go like this?” she teased.

  His chest rose and fell again, as if he breathed in her scent. “I can’t.”

  “Nope, you can’t,” she agreed, grinning. Her pussy was worn out and starting to get sore, but she didn’t care. Glancing down, she took in his cock. Definitely, way bigger than it was the last time they’d shared a bed. Hell, if it were possible in the two days since she’d seen him, she would have thought the man got some kind of procedure, but Adam had never needed to be ashamed of his equipment, and he knew how to use it. “Come on, baby. I’m still wet.”

  Adam lowered his eyelids so she couldn’t see his eyes. He clamped his jaw down, and when he touched her hips, she felt like he struggled with something. He stepped closer to her. The tip of his thick cock brushed her butt cheek. She shut her eyes. If this crazy man tries to get that thing in my butt, I will kill him.

  Despite the butterflies in her belly, she couldn’t wait until he filled her. The way he stretched her was like being a virgin again, fresh and new, being schooled by her lover. She waited. Adam ran his shaft head over her cheeks. He replaced his member with fingers that pressed to her back entrance.

  An angry growl pierced the air, and he plunged into her sex, deep and hard. She yelped at the sudden entry. Adam dragged her back a bit from the table, large hands engulfing her waist. He thumped hard, driving her forward. Just before her pelvis hit the table, his fingers were there, blocking the way, but that didn’t stop him from leaning over her body and grinding hard into her pussy. She lay on the surface, her breasts flattened under her. Adam pulled her back and drove in at incredible speed. Her mind spun, the sensations overwhelming. She whimpered his name, and his answer was a grunt. He didn’t stop pumping into her until she had come a second time. When she cried out, gasping and shaking, he raised her hips, pinched her clit, and stilled. The next instant, his hot seed flooded her pussy.

  Sakura’s knees gave out, and Adam pulled back. He raised her in his arms and carried her to the bed. When he dropped her onto the mattress, she looked up at him, but he’d already turned away. The room plunged into darkness, and shortly after, the mattress sank under his weight. She licked her lips.

  “Adam?”

  He didn’t answer. In the darkness, he fingered her pussy, and she winced. He pulled back and reached for her hand. Not even a fumble, she thought though the blinds were closed, and her eyes had yet to adjust to the lack of light. He guided her hand to his cock, and she was surprised to find it stiff. Damn, spend two days away from the man, and his libido shoots through the roof.

  She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and began stroking slow and easy. Adam snaked an arm out and dragged her closer to him. A shudder passed over his big form as he lay in silence. “If you want, I can suck it.”

  She didn’t like tasting her own essence, which was why Adam never kissed her after he’d gone down on her. She had always liked that in him.
Previous lovers tried to kiss her afterward as if they wanted to punish her for them having done it. None of them had lasted long.

  When Adam still didn’t speak, she started to move so she could suck his cock, but his hold tightened. He had no intention of letting her go. She lay in his arms, stroking him, and after a long while, he came a second time, his come squirting into her hand and onto her belly. He let her go so she could get cleaned up, but by the time she returned from the bathroom, the man was ready again.

  “A little rest,” she said, and he turned her over so she lay facedown on the bed. He climbed behind her, lining her body with his own. She felt his cock, tight and thick on her ass. His hands covered hers and then slid to her wrists. Nervous energy pulsed through her body, and she caught her bottom lip between her teeth.

  “Por favor,” he whispered, his voice ragged. She understood then. Adam hadn’t spoken earlier because he couldn’t. Desire took such sharp hold of him, he’d been unable to do anything other than ravage her body.

  “Yes.”

  He entered her once again from behind and didn’t stop until she collapsed from exhaustion.

  Chapter Five

  Sakura woke up to light pushing its way around the sides of the blinds, enough so she could make out Adam asleep at her side. She took a moment to study his beautiful body, her gaze roving from his handsome face to his big chest on down to his abs. When she reached his cock, her eyes widened. Damn, how the hell is it still so big soft?

  She turned away from her lover’s perfection and slid to the end of the bed. A moan rose to her lips at the soreness between her legs and the ache in her back. She squinted at the far wall, expecting to see cracked plaster, but there was none. In fact, no one had come to complain about the noise they made, so she guessed the next room lay empty. Thank goodness for small favors.

  Uttering tiny yelps, she made it to her feet and took a tentative step. The nightstand took most of her weight while she sucked in a breath. She worked her way to the wall and used it to inch along. Thank goodness the bathroom was situated on her side of the bed. She didn’t think she could make it from Adams’s side.

  At last, she stepped onto the cool surface of the bathroom floor and then decided to run a bath rather than take her normal shower. The hot water went a long way toward easing the sore muscles, and she soaked until all the warmth faded. Tempted to run another bath, she resisted and brushed her teeth, washed her face with the morning cream she liked, and then brushed her hair. The tangled heap seemed a bit worse for wear after last night’s sexfest, but she could stand to wait until she returned home to have a stylist get it back to its usual luster. For now, she drew it into a ponytail and snapped a band into place. When all morning rituals were completed, she walked into the bedroom, plotting how she’d find clothes before Adam had the chance to see her naked. Her girly parts needed recovery time, and another session with him would kill her.

  The bed lay empty.

  Sakura blinked. Her eyes must be deceiving her. She scanned the room and checked for the clothes Adam had left in tatters on the floor. He had never left after they had sex. Always, they enjoyed breakfast together and spent most of their days in each other’s company for work and for pleasure. Adam leaving before she came out of the bathroom made her feel cheap and used, and she didn’t appreciate it. Never mind the hurt his actions evoked. She suppressed those and vowed to let him know what she thought of his treatment when she saw him next.

  She walked to the table to look for her phone and remembered Adam had swiped everything to the floor. She found her phone under a chair and looked at the time. One thirty in the afternoon. Next, she checked the messages. No calls or texts from him, but Roger had phoned twice and left a text asking her to call him. She pressed her lips together and blinked to clear her vision. After the emotions died down, she called Roger.

  “Sakura,” he blurted as if he’d been sitting by the phone. She smiled. Well, that went a little way to soothing her pride.

  “Hey, Roger. Sorry I missed your call.”

  “You were busy, I guess.” He paused as if she’d fill him in on her activities. She said nothing. He cleared his throat. “Um, I wanted to see if you’d have lunch with me. I have to apologize for last night.”

  “What happened wasn’t your fault, Roger. If anyone deserves an apology, it’s you. How is your nose? Did the doctor say it was broken?”

  “I’m fine. It wasn’t as bad as it looked.”

  “Don’t try to act all macho. I’ve seen tons of broken noses in my line of work. Adam wasn’t himself last night. He hurt you, and I’m so sorry. If you talk to my dad, I know he’ll pay all your medical expenses, and if he doesn’t, let me know.”

  “All I need from you, beautiful lady, is a lunch date. How about it?”

  She rolled her eyes. “We can do lunch. How about half hour? Meet me in the lobby?”

  “Sure. See you there.”

  She dressed, thinking about Roger and Adam. By the time she was ready to go downstairs, she’d made up her mind. There was no future in a sexual relationship with Roger, and she would tell him so. She never kept men hanging around, wondering—well, unless the job required it. As far as Adam, she needed to drop him. Things had gone too far, and since he wanted to marry her, it was unfair to lead him on. The problem was it hurt to let him go. Then again, maybe his leaving her room without saying anything meant he now felt the same. Last night could have been his good-bye. A lump rose in her throat at the thought, but she swallowed it and pulled her attention to the coming meeting with Roger. One man at a time. For now.

  Sakura left her room and headed to the elevator. When she reached the ground floor, she found Roger leaning against the reservations desk chatting up the attendant. The Latino woman blushed prettily at whatever he said to her, and Sakura raised an eyebrow as she approached. Amusement transformed to shock when Roger turned toward her. There wasn’t even a bruise on his face let alone a broken nose. He produced a toothy grin, waved good-bye to the attendant, and led Sakura out of the hotel. On the pavement outside, she paused rather than get into his car.

  “What’s the deal with you, Roger?” she demanded. “I expected a broken nose.”

  “You wanted me to still be hurt?” he asked, his innocent gaze annoying.

  “Of course not. You know what I meant. Don’t play games.” She put her hands on her hips and leaned in close to him, examining his face. She froze, her mouth falling open. “Oh crap. Do you have makeup on?”

  He spun away and opened the car door. “You make a habit of chopping off a man’s balls, Sakura?”

  She stuttered over an apology and then chuckled as they got into his car. “Yeah, I guess I do. Really, I’m sorry. I practically yelled it for the whole world to hear, huh?”

  He kept his gaze locked on the street ahead of them, but she knew from the stiff set of his shoulders and the tightness in his jaw she had embarrassed him.

  “For what it’s worth, it looks good,” she offered, but knew the words sounded lame.

  “I got the swelling to go down with ice, but I was still bruised. I went to a drug store asked the lady there what I could use to cover it. She suggested something called concealer and gave me the one for my coloring. It worked.”

  Sakura grinned. “Looks hot. No wonder the font desk clerk blushed all over herself.”

  He glared at her, and she laughed again. “I really am sorry.”

  “Don’t!” He groaned. “Listen, if you want to make it up to me, you and I can pick up where we left off last night.”

  “Sleep with you to make up for my ex punching you? Um, no. My body’s worth a lot more, pal.”

  “Your ex?” He eyed her and signaled to make a right turn. “He didn’t act like an ex. Then again, maybe he did. Some people don’t accept when it’s over. Come to think of it, you called him Adam. Is that Adam Martinez, your protector?”

  She stiffened. “Yes, so?”

  He pulled to a red light and stopped the car. “Adam
Michael Martinez, born in Puerto Rico, raised here in Miami. Half Puerto Rican, half Cuban. Adopted by an aunt who was investigated many times for neglect, but nothing came of it.”

  “Stop,” Sakura spat. “I know you looked into all of our backgrounds, but I don’t want you reporting on Adam’s life as if he’s just another name in your database. Yes, he had a difficult upbringing. I already know that. He practically raised himself, and when he was old enough to go looking for his mother, she said she didn’t want him. You can’t imagine that kind of rejection. For that matter, neither can I, so I’d appreciate it if you kept your mouth shut about Adam.”

  He blinked at her outburst and then turned back to the road. “I didn’t mean to offend you. I apologize.”

  Sakura could kick herself for her words. Adam didn’t hide his background. He didn’t care who knew of his struggles. He had risen above them, but for her to defend him in the way she had, as if she would take Roger’s head off for even mentioning it, gave away too much. There must be no doubt in the man’s mind she had unresolved feelings for Adam. On top of that, she realized she had been insensitive asking him to come to Miami with her. The city must have bad memories for him, and he had already told her he didn’t come home often. When she spoke to him again, she would make it right, and then talk to her father about reassigning her someone else as protector.

  After an awkward period, she and Roger chatted again. They ate lunch together, Sakura enjoying his company without any motives. To do so with a man felt pretty good, and she smiled at him without reservation. She flirted, and half way through their meal, she sighed because the man seemed to hang on her every breath. Without meaning to, she’d used the wiles she had honed over the years to trap many shifters. Roger being a regular man was no match, and she considered how she would extricate herself from his expectations without hurting his feelings. After all, she had been harsher than she intended earlier.