Love UnCharted (Love's Improbable Possibility) (22 page)

His panting melted me literally and figuratively. I fought to comprehend his words through my libidinous fog, but the allure of his scent invaded my nostrils and somehow traveled down to something in my belly.

I shook my head frantically, “No. We can’t. It’s. Over,” I spoke incoherently, barely catching the collection of saliva trying to seep my wanting mouth.

“You don’t mean that. I can’t go on like this much longer. Six days, one hundred and thirty hours and thirty-five minutes I’ve been miserable without you, tortured by your absence and the possibility of you having moved on. What ever I did wrong I can fix it, I swear…just give me the chance to.” His words were tantalizing and my pelvis danced on his busy hand beneath me. I felt his rock hard penis
poking me from behind and I felt the moisture from my fingers as I gripped the aluminum wall in front of me. I thought I was going to lose my mind.

“Fuck,” he growled in my ear. “You’re so wet! I miss you. I miss this. Tell me you miss it, too!” He spoke through clenched teeth the way that he did when I’d take him into my mouth and he would try to warn me that he was about to come. I was losing my faculties second by second. His deft fingers were diligently at work between my legs. I was close to the edge.

“No. I. Don’t. I. Have. Moved. On.” I had no idea where that came from, perhaps my will to, but it was so far from the truth.

I felt a smile form on his face from him having it pressed into mine. “Your body gives you away. It’s telling me something entirely different, Ms. Brimm.” He was goading me. It was confirmed when he used his free hand to strategically massage my breasts through my dress. My misted forehead dipped forward onto the cool silver wall. He ran small circles in my neck with his tongue. And seconds later, I heard him count down, “Eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two…”

Before he could say
one
, my body quaked as my orgasm came coursing through, causing my torso to bow beneath Azmir’s towering, brawny frame. I let out whimpers in order not to give way to my threatening screams. Azmir held me tight and still worked his groping fingers on
and
inside of me, dragging out my orgasm until I wailed from sedation and could take it no more. He slowly pulled out of me and collapsed his back against the wall right aside me.

With a cool and collected demeanor, he licked his thumb and fingers that were inside of me and murmured, “My mother has been in town. I can’t keep pushing back dinner with you. I’ve run out of excuses. Dinner tomorrow at seven. I’ll have Ray come scoop you,” here is when I caught his Brooklyn twang.

My arms and hands were still splayed against the wall as I tried catching my breath and control of my delicate, trembling frame. “Azmir, I can’t,” I whispered with little energy to spare.

Unperturbed, he turned the key with his dry hand to start the elevator’s ascent. 

“You can and you will. This shit is done. Now, I know you don’t have time; you’re late for your staff meeting. And I have to go call Yazmine to give her a
final
date and time for her first dinner in L.A. with my favorite girl.”

How did he know I had a staff meeting? Then I quickly realized since we’re using his facility he could have come across that information easily in a briefing with Peg.

Before I could give a rebuttal, the elevator had come to a halt and the doors parted.

“Your stop,” Azmir announced as he continued to lick his fingers as though they tasted of honey.

I was so turned on and ready to go, but I couldn’t let him sense that so I slowly straightened my dress and leaned over to pick up my belongings from the floor before exiting the elevator. I tried my best to maintain a dignified walk out and as I turned to my left, I heard Azmir’s deep vibrating voice inform, “You should hang right.”

I stopped in my tracks and did an about face.           

The staff meeting was in full swing when I walked in. Jim Katz’s eyes landed on me and he cued Michael Shriver who seemed to have sped up his presentation on the latest marketing ads that would be posted in local publications and billboards. When he was done, Jim stood and announced the pending lawsuit that the firm was facing. He gave measured details, likely under the advisement of Brian Thompson’s legal team. That made me think of him…Brian Thompson and why was he not present to discuss this himself.

Just then, Jim mentioned that more pressing issues took precedence of Brian’s appearance for this meeting. He really didn’t give much away and that, coupled with my rendezvous in the elevator with Azmir, forced my attention elsewhere. The bottom line was that I was not the cause of the lawsuit
and wouldn’t discuss it any further anyway. My skin felt flushed and my thighs were sticking, making me switch positions in my seat to find comfort. I could still smell Azmir’s delicious scent on me. Thoughts of his big hands being inside me caused my pearl to pulsate all over again. Suddenly, I craved him needing more…much more. My phone pinged, breaking from my lecherous zone. It was him.

Yazmine has been informed of our dinner plans tomorrow at Maggiano’s. Ray will be at your place at 6 sharp.

I was secretly turned on by his forwardness. But he didn’t have to know that.

If I decide to come I’ll drive. Thanks for the info.

Quite frankly, I wasn’t in the mood to put up a front for his mother. What role would I play? Roommate? Former roommate? I most certainly wasn’t his girlfriend!

Stop with the resistance. It’s over
.
I could feel his dominant nature come through that text.

I replied
,
We’re over Azmir. You can’t throw me into an elevator, take advantage of me, pull at my conscience of entertaining your mother and expect me to forget all that has taken place to lead us here! I’ll think about it and get back to you.

My phone pinged again
.
I’m not taking no for answer Brimm. We can talk beforehand if you like, you name the time and the place & I’ll clear my schedule to make it happen but no is not an option.

Crap! He’s not letting this go
. I tried my best not to look so distracted in this meeting. Azmir was pushing my buttons—in good and bad ways. There was so much I wanted to say. So many apologies and recent revelations, but it wasn’t the right time, nor did I believe this thing with Azmir was a sure thing.

Azmir, I haven’t heard from you in nearly a week and you expect me to comply with your wishes of dining with your mother? For what…to explain to her that as your former “roommate” I can assure her that you’re a great bed-warmer? I don’t mean to be rude but you have to see things from my perspective. Dawn is an issue for me. Heck, Tara is a huge looming issue! I don’t think I can do this again.

I readjusted myself in my seat and widened my eyelids to keep from tearing up. Seconds later,  another alert appeared.

It was Azmir
:
I’ll move around my schedule. We’ll talk.

“
When?
”
I shouted in my head. I didn’t respond because I didn’t know how to reply to that. I’d suddenly become so frustrated and being holed up in a humdrum staff meeting didn’t help at all. That entire afternoon didn’t help lift my mood. I resumed to tending to my patients and putting out administrative fires.

I took the scenic route home, needing to think about this thing with Azmir. Things weren’t any clearer or less complicated just because he fingered me in his service elevator…
though it was a nice method of release
. My breasts swelled at the memory of his sweet breath hitting the side of my face. My panties were soaking wet by the time I hit my doorstep.

I didn’t see the sedan around and I was relieved and satisfied with my decision to not call the police. I changed into a cropped sweat suit and sneakers, grabbed Azna’s leash and called him out of the door. We took a brisk walk on the beach. Between the emotional tailspin Azmir put me in and my randy state, I needed the fresh saltwater air. The sun was setting on our way back to the house. Azna’s stride slowed and I knew I wore him out. I picked him up and pet him gently.

“I’ll fix ya’ something nice and warm as soon as we get in,” I sang in his ear.

I turned up my walkway and saw Azmir’s long legs, squatting on my steps as he sat serenely on my front porch. His gaze had the same affect on me as it did earlier. It excited me internally. I let Azna
down and he ran straight over to Azmir, just like a child would do its father. Azmir seemed just as thrilled to see our pup. Azna’s tail wagged with frenzy in Azmir’s arms. I walked up the steps, next to the two, holding back my smile and noticed two bags behind Azmir; one clearly containing two bottles of wine.

Azmir’s dangerous eyes met mine. “You’ve cut your hair.”

He’d noticed, though he didn’t make mention of hit earlier.

“So I have,” I shot back, not caring about the traced venom.

He didn’t like it. I could see it all in his eyes. Though I didn’t like his disapproval, I didn’t care. I needed a new identity.
And to spite him
.

“Can I come in?”

“Sure. Please.” Nervousness was in my voice.

An hour later found us on the couch, working on the second bottle of Pinot Noir and laughing hysterically. Expensive gourmet Japanese food containers were spread across the coffee table and Azna was on the adjacent sofa chair, spread out in slumber.

“Wait! Chanell and Wop? This sounds like a story she’d be sitting here telling me about someone else!” I was in the midst of a laughing fit.

“I know. I swear, I didn’t believe it when Petey called me. It was a good thing Petey knew the arresting officer because they would’ve been in lock up.” Azmir chuckled sexily just before taking another sip from his glass.

I couldn’t catch my breath. “He was that loud?”

“Yes, she was slapping the shit outta him, riding his little ass in the backseat.” Azmir shook his head at the image.

“But he’s like five foot two and she’s easily six feet!” I couldn’t stop laughing.

Azmir looked so carefree. I’ve laughed with him countless times, but this time it wasn’t about me or him, it was at the people in
our
circle, making us connected.

My laughter slowed as I soaked his presence in. He was gloriously masculine—
virile
—and extremely fine. His teeth were so perfect and his lips were too inviting. The black long sleeve tee he wore told secrets of his chiseled chest and made me recall his abdomen muscles. He sat reclined on the couch, very relaxed and tempting. Suddenly, I wanted him, so bad.

In my haze I hadn’t realized he’d stopped laughing and had locked eyes on me until I heard him ask, “Penny for your thoughts.”

His expression told me he knew exactly what was flowing through my mind. But I didn’t want to fall prey to his sexual prowess. “Dawn Taylor,” I spewed effortlessly in my resistance.

Without a flinch he confidently said, “…is fully aware that you are mine and I am exclusively yours.”

Warmth blanketed my body and I shivered at his words.
But…

On a long sigh I said, “Azmir—”

“I handled it all wrong. And for that I’ve suffered and am truly regretful. It won’t happen again.” He shook his head remorsefully, his beautiful eyes not on me. “Rayna, I may have gotten you into a relationship that’s for the most part unconventional, but you must stop doubting your role in my life. There is no one else, and if that hasn’t been clear I only have myself to blame. When I asked you to share my home it was because I’d decided on you and only you. Kissing her was a huge mistake…one of the biggest in my life. You have my solemn promise, it won’t happen again.”

He was so absolute in his decree. I tried—tried desperately to take him at each word and suppress every doubt and ounce of fear that clouded my mind. I knew the sad reality was he’d had
claimed my heart long before I moved in with him. I wanted something from Azmir, I wanted forever. However, his betrayal with Dawn left me afraid to go full steam ahead.

My eyes bounced all over the place and I shook my head in confusion. He picked it up and reached over to me, using his index finger to lift my chin.

“I fucked up…but this…this right here.” He gestured at the space between us. “This distance between us…my starvation of you…your need for me, it can’t go on.”

Huhn?
“What need for you?” I asked in incredulity with wide eyes.

Azmir gave a mirthless chuckle and cocked his head to the side, pushing his tongue into his molars before saying, “Rayna, you’re in heat right now. Unless you haven’t kept up with your pills?”

I knew he was referring to my birth control pills, but what did that have to do with Dawn Taylor?

“Yeah, and…?”

“
And
…you’re still on the same cycle. Your period will start tomorrow. I can smell your arousal. I sensed it when I saw you earlier in the lobby of the rec. I can’t stand to know you’re in need and I’m not here to satisfy you.” Azmir was confident with his assumptions—
well
…facts.
Crap! I hate that I have no privacy regarding my own person with him!
It wasn’t going down like that.