Taming The Wild CEO novel Chapter 38

C H A P T E R 3 6 : T H E A R T O F L O V E M A K I N G

❗ W A R N I N G ❗(not that you need any) This chapter contains explicit content.

E L L A S T A N F O R D

She leaned back against the door and watched as he reached down his back, grabbed a fistful of his drenched shirt, and pulled it over his head. The bottom of his shirt lifted from the waistband of a pair of worn Levi’s resting low on his hips. It rose up the narrow dark line of hair on his flat, six packs belly. His happy trail circled down his navel then climbed up the ridges of his abdomen. He used it to wipe his face then dropped the shirt on the floor. He stood before her in wet jeans and damp skin. He shook his head like a dog, sending droplets everywhere.

One droplet landed on her top lip and she took a breath in an effort to slow her racing pulse. “Javier, I need to tell you something.” She dragged her gaze from his chest and pecs that looked surreal and glanced down at the wooden floor beneath them. “I, um, there is no easy way to say it. But I think you should know that I—” Ella found it hard to inform him that she was a virgin, that she had never betrayed her own principle or even close to betraying them, not until now. Not until him.

“That you have never done it before?” he asked softly.

She was surprised that he knew and in disbelief, looked up to meet his eyes. In his baby blues, she caught the same softness as there was in his voice and it made her heart melt.

“Ella, we do not have to do this,” said Javier even though she could clearly see the obvious bulge in the front of his pants.

“Do you not want me anymore?” she teased.

“Oh, I do.” He closed the gap between them and cupped her face with his big, warm hand. “I want you so badly but this is important for you. The choice is yours. If you do not want to go through with it, just say it and I will have a cold shower, no problem.” He planted a kiss on her forehead and smiled.

“No,” Ella shook her head, linking her arms around his waist. “No more cold showers for neither of us. At least not this time.”

Javier smiled and then his head came down to hers. His mouth against her own was the salve she needed. In the harbor of his arms, all feeling of restlessness vanished. One kiss became two, and as he held her firmly to him so she wanted more and more of him. He did not seem in any hurry to let her go. Soon passion began to flare between them, going from warm to hot, to fire, as he traced kisses down the side of her throat and pressed her to him. She arched to him, and her simple move caused his desire to grow bigger. She felt him, his body heat through her wet clothes, felt his hands low on her waist, at the curves of her behind as he pulled her into him.

Javier sucked in a breath, pulsing urgency thumped through his veins. His lungs squeezed, and the pit of his belly got tight. His dick was so hard, he hurt. He locked his knees to keep from falling and lowered his head. He wanted to take it slow. She deserved slow, sweet sex, but the instant his lips touched hers, the raw, naked edge of desire cut straight to the primal place in his core that demanded he go for it. No finesse. No thought beyond throwing her down and going completely caveman on her. Still, he had to give his best effort to make this sweet. Not for him but for her sake because this would be her first. He had to make it special.

At last, the long kiss ended and they pulled away to catch their breath. Ella told him impishly, if admittedly rather huskily, “You do that again, Mister Summers, I will not be responsible for the consequences.”

Unlike those times when hearing her calling him ‘Mister' or ‘Sir’ caused him so enraged, this time he laughed a warm, pleased, yet seductive laugh. And when his head came near she was not responsible for the consequences. She was quite unable to think straight anyhow as he gathered her closer to him. Her lips parted to receive his kiss, and as he accepted their delights, his own lips parting to enjoy hers, Ella put her arms around him. She held on to him, loving him with all of her heart.

Feeling her full response, he deepened his kiss. He held her yet closer to him, and she was enraptured to be held close up against his hard male body. “Sir!” she whispered shakily, and he pulled back to search her face.

“Is something wrong?” he asked gently.

“Only if you stop,” she answered, and did not care a bit then that she might sound forward, because he grinned, as though enchanted by her, and claimed her mouth once more. Ageless minutes ticked by where she was totally enthralled by him, by the kisses he gave and took. She was enthralled just to be in his arms, held near to the man who held her heart. She loved the touch of him, his lips, his hands, his kisses to her throat. She simply adored him.

Just like she adored the way that after some gentle while, his hands at her waist began to explore the hem of the shirt she had on. “You should probably take off your shirt before you catch a cold,” he whispered huskily.

She tilted her head to one side and glanced back up, all the way into his blue eyes, all sleepy with lust and desire. “Are you worried that I might catch a cold?”