Love UnExpected (Love's Improbable Possibility) (4 page)

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Rayna

We talked so much that when I glanced at the time I jumped. “Oh my goodness! It's late. We have to head back to the airport.”

“
Damn, I'd forgotten our means of transportation,” Azmir noted lowly. I could tell that day I accomplished something that very few could say they had, I had managed to relax Azmir so, that time was completely forgotten about.

On the plane we didn't say much. After buckling in
, he turned and looked over to me.
This man is heavenly handsome.
I briefly drank him in, his eyes were piercing under his long lashes and his lips were moist and inviting.
I remember those lips all over me.

He looked exhausted and sexy
as all hell. “Ms. Brimm, this was a nice surprise...
in more ways than one
.”

My heart flu
ttered as I smiled sheepishly. “You're sexy even when you're tired, you know that,” I declared.

His eyes shot up to mine.
“Oh, do I look tired?” he scoffed.

“
Yeah,” I answered with a giggle.

Azmir paused with his eyes squinted and looking forward,
“Among other things, I feel like I've been on a physical and emotional journey with you this evening.” Then his gaze returned to my eyes causing scorching blood to course through my veins, but I was unsure of his sentiment.

It must have worn on my face because he
snorted as he tapped my knee, “This is a very good thing, Ms. Brimm. Now I feel like we're getting somewhere,” as he continued searching my eyes. His tone soothed with promise.

I parted my lips in hopes of that comment being a prelude to a kiss. But he turned forward and rested his eyes.

I wanted him and bad. This made the forty-five minute plane ride back to L.A. seem like an eternity. I wrestled with potential reasons why he hadn't kissed me or shown any affection.
If he said we're getting somewhere, wouldn't that mean together? Did I divulge too much? Did I give him the impression that I was saying goodbye? 

I pulled up to his car to drop him off. He turned over to me and my breath hitched in anticipation of what was to come.

He only asked, “What are you about to get into?”

I figured he was making small talk to end the night comfortably. Much
to my dismay, I obliged with, “I'm not sure. I may stop and check on Michelle and Erin before turning in. I don’t know if they're home though. I'll call as soon as I pull off.”

“
Okay." And then there was a brief pause. “Thanks again…though I'm feeling like I've just been pimped,” he joked regarding our time together. We both laughed at that one.
Men are so egotistical
. He left and as the car door slammed shut, simultaneously lightning struck through my heart.

What the fuck have I done?
This did not end the way that I had intended it to
.

I called Michelle, but to no avail, so I headed straight home. By the time I got in, she called me. I began my vomiting of the mouth, giving her the full run down of my romantic evening as I threw my purse down. I retreated to my bedroom, turned on the shower and peeled off my jewelry. 

“
Shelly, I fucked up. Why do you think he didn't ask to hang out?” Closing the summary of my evening, I was desperate for clues.

“
Well, you didn't exactly ask him either. Why didn't you ask him if he wanted to extend the evening?” she asked out of pure innocence. I knew deep down inside she hurt for me.

I was so emotional that I couldn't process my thoughts.

“The bottom line is that he didn't ask and we're not together right here and right now,” I whined into the phone trying to fight back my tears. That's when I heard the doorbell sound.

“
Is that your doorbell?” Michelle asked in shock. Unless it's her, I never have guests. And at this ungodly hour it was unheard of. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I didn't think to ask who was there before opening the door. I just swung it open.

“Azmir?”
I said in a low tone. I couldn't believe he stood before me...all six feet and four inches. He didn't wear his usual panty snatching smirk or coochie creaming smile. Instead, he had his heart-wrenching, sexy ass, passionate deep glower. 

Michelle was speaking in the phone
, but I couldn't make out a word because I was enraptured by his presence. The sight of Azmir was so divine it hurt. He swooped down on me, pulling me into him at the small of my back. His mouth swung open as he reached down in target of mine. All the while he backed me into the wall as he closed the door behind us. His kiss was hard and purposeful. His tongue was agile in search of every portion of me as he devoured my mouth and fragmented me into pieces. I groaned involuntarily. That's when he came out of his trance and looked me in the eyes. His gaze immediately diverted to the phone.

“
Tell them you have to go,” he demanded under no uncertain terms.

I looked at the phone before pulling it back up to my
ear and muttered like a child, “Shelly?”

“
Is that Azmir?” she quizzed as he stood erect there before me and I looked up into his eyes.

“
Un–huhn!” I answered, not moving from his sensuous gaze.

“
GIRL, BYE! CALL ME IN THE MORNING!” Michelle shouted. She probably really wanted to say that I should have hung up in her ear long before then.             

Azmir gently removed the phone from my hand
. Not taking his eyes off of me, he walked it back to the end table near the couch and then returned to me. He wrapped me in his embrace again, this time by grabbing my lower back and thrusting my body into his. His other hand gripped my face taking me into his. His tongue ran silky through my mouth and I felt sedated by his aggressive passion.

“You think you were going to leave me once again?” he growled somewhat angrily.

I didn’t know what to say. Before I could think of anything, he lifted his chin up towards the back of the house, scowl still in tow.

“Is your shower running?”

“Ummm…yeah,” I had to come back down to earth to process the question.

“So you left me to shower, aye
?”

H
e effortlessly lifted me, at least a foot off the floor with my feet dangling, charging to my bedroom and then into my master bathroom where the water was running.

Letting me down
, he kept his eyes glued to me as he stepped out of his shoes and placed his mobile phones on the vanity. Then he lifted me and had me straddle him at his waist. He continued to kiss me so long and passionately as he walked me into the shower.

Crap!
Is he really this bold of a lover?

Not sparing my hair
, he let the water sprinkle onto me as his lips left my face and trailed down my neck. I began to moan. He placed one hand on my ass and his grip made my body jerk as his tongue descending down my cleavage. With his alternate hand, he undid the top of my halter.

Damn. How does he know how to unman my dress?

The halter pieces collapsed and my breasts tumbled out of their restraints. There were so many sensations that took over my body. Drips of water began hitting my nipples and as in an automatic response, my hips started gyrating. I wanted…no—
needed—
Azmir inside of me. He raised me up effortlessly so that my breasts were leveled with his mouth and began licking my nipples. Licking turned into sucking and sucking turned into pulling. I swear I could climax from that alone.

“Oh. My. God. Azmir!” I panted as he continued to give equal attention to my nipples.

“What made you think you could just leave me...” He licked my nipple and greedily kneaded my backside. “…hanging twice in a row?” He stopped. “You must not know Azmir Jacobs, Ms. Brimm. Allow me to acquaint you.”

He t
ook my dress and drew it up until it was entirely at my waist and ordered me to take it off by pulling it over my head. He didn’t want to let me down. With a little time and hassle I removed the dress over my head and tossed it to the floor. While doing so I could feel him tussling beneath me. He then hooked my thong with his thumb, seeming to assess it with his fingers all while his tongue was buried deep in my mouth. The next thing I heard was a rip...and then another as I felt my panties being pulled from beneath me. He was an animal and I loved every minute of it. He took his thumb and found my pearl massaging it as he sucked on my neck.

“Azmir!” I
cried out.

Azmir
didn’t answer, but he did eventually remove his hands from in front of me and then lowered my body down toward his pelvic area where I felt him enter me. I reclined my body until my head touched the shower wall. Coincidentally, it thrust my sex into him. I somehow opened my eyes and caught him gaping at me with such raw intensity. I could not control my sounds. I became aware of my mouth being opened when I had to spit out water. I held on to him by his shoulders and eventually his neck.

His face was unreadable, in a scowl as he plunged into me forcing my walls to make room for him. I kept clapping my
sex into him. I couldn't help myself. Azmir felt good as fuck inside of me. As he pounded me and I him, you could hear the sounds of our skin meeting and that of my breasts flapping. Every time I looked into his sexy gaze I could swear the sex deepened. I became lost in him, willing my body over to his command and pleasure, submitting again to his carnal needs and desire to possess my body. My entire pelvic area began to go numb, I could only feel what was happening internally. I knew it was coming.

As my orgasm began its first wave
, I couldn't help but shout his name. My rhythmic thrusts had turned into wild gyrations on his lap. In that moment, I felt so libidinous…so erotic. I bit my lip to stifle my cries. His eyes loosened as he watched me come all over him, hard and forceful. And through my drunken haze I could see that suddenly he didn't appear as angry, as if all his fury washed away while a violent orgasm wrecked my body.

He backed us out of the shower and rested himself against the counter of the vanity where he pulled me closer to him and
shifted his arms, one-by-one, underneath each of my legs while I straddled him. Eventually both his hands were hooked onto the back of my shoulders and he drew my lower body closer to him. I reached up to kiss him with little effort as he held me so close. I left his lips and traveled to his ears as he continued to bury himself into me. His mouth was on my left shoulder. I felt his teeth grip me intensely yet deliciously as he pounded away at my core. I felt a sensation that traveled down to my vagina.

Azmir
pumped and thrust and pounded into me. He was aggressive and domineering in his pulling down on my shoulders forcing himself deeper and deeper. I loved this, his possession and greedy need of my body,
of me
. I could feel him growing even larger inside of me as if his length could become more immense. Oddly, I knew he was about to explode. Within seconds he roared with passion, releasing himself inside of me. No words. No names. No pleas. Just explosion. I was caught up in blissful realms with Azmir.

He let me down. My legs wobbled so I had to hold on to him until I was able to gather my bearings. He was muted. While I was there resting my face against his hard bubbled chest. I realized he was drenched from the shower.
Crap. He has to come out of these clothes.

I pu
shed up off him and began to pull his shirt up. He assisted by pulling it off. His T-shirt followed. Next, I pulled down his denims. As I knelt down to pull them from his legs his remaining erection startled me, it was sheathed in rubber. Azmir snickered as he pulled it off
. When did he put on a condom? Shit! I didn't think to protect myself! This never happens. What the hell has come over me?
I pulled off his pants, boxer briefs, and socks.

“
You can
now
go shower,” I informed him. We both laughed. “I'll go grab a towel set,” I said as he stepped back into the shower.

When I returned
, I noticed he had begun lathering up his hands. I jumped in with him, poured shower gel into my scrub and began washing him from neck to toes. I admired his body at every discovery. Azmir was handsomely chiseled. His carvings were of a masterpiece. His shoulders were broad and hard. His back was smooth and incised. He had a six-pack that called my name. And the trail of hair from his navel to his manhood was so inviting to my tongue. I had to remember I was a guest to his body; not the co-owner so I kept my composure the best that I could.

His legs were well toned. And his toes were surprisingly beautiful. I could scrub him for hours but what I really wanted was him inside of me again. As he rinsed off
, his phone began to sound from the vanity, where I laid it before discarding his wet clothing. That damn phone was my rival at times. It reminded me that I was on borrowed time with Azmir and he was in high demand.

He looked to me as to ask if I minded him attending to it.