Chapter 2

Gabriella’s POV

“Let’s get some more drinks.”

“Sure,” he said.

“Can you please give me what you made for me last time?”

“Sure, coming right up. What can I get you, sir?” the bartender asked.

“It’s your first time drinking?” the hot guy beside me asked. I still didn’t know his name, so I’m calling him hot guy—no, scratch that—spicy guy.

“Is it really that obvious?” I asked.

He just grinned. God, his smile is luring. Whatever is happening between my legs… that’s new. Thanks to not having a boyfriend at twenty-one. I laughed at myself.

“Yeah. You seemed to have no idea what you were drinking the first time.” He turned to the bartender. “Bring me a bottle of Russo-Baltique, and for the lady, a bottle of Henri IV Dudognon Heritage Cognac Grande.”

The bartender’s mouth dropped. “Please give me five minutes, sir. I’ll have to call my manager to bring the key.”

“Sure. Bring us glasses. And I’ll need ice with my drink.”

The poor man was trembling, and I wasn’t sure why. We walked over to our seats, and when our drinks arrived, what I was drinking was incredible.

“My name is Javier. What’s yours?”

“Gabriella.”

“Gabriella is a beautiful name,” he said. “I like it. What do you do?”

“I’m a student, and next year will be my last year.” I cringed internally. “So… how about you?”

He looked surprised by my question, then he grinned. Why did I even explain about next year? You’re very stupid, Gabriella. No wonder you have no boyfriend; you give too much information.

“I run my own business,” he said. “How old are you?”

“Twenty-one.”

Just then, Alex and Chloe came over to say their goodbyes. When Alex looked at our table, I saw his mouth drop open.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself,” Alex said. “We’ll check in with you tomorrow. We’re on our way home.” Then, quieter, he added, “Please take care of her,” as he stared at Javier.

“Get laid today!” Chloe shouted. Alex lifted her bridal style, she was that drunk, and carried her away.

“I am so sorry,” I said, mortified. “Please don’t mind—”

Javier didn’t let me finish. His lips brushed mine.

My very first kiss.

How am I supposed to kiss again? Is it okay for me to open my mouth?

I did. I opened my mouth, giving him more access. He gnawed at my lips, and I couldn’t breathe. Then he stepped back and looked at me. Maybe I didn’t know how to kiss. Maybe I disappointed him. He gripped my waist and murmured, “First kiss, huh?” His words sent chills down my spine. I just stared at him, ashamed. Then I nodded and turned away, humiliated.

“Where are you going?” His voice was strong and commanding.

“I just want to go sit down.”

“No, follow me,” he said. “Let me show you a good time.”

He took my hand and led me downstairs. He made a call, and a G-Wagon came to a full stop outside. When we got in, he told the driver to take us to his suite. All the way to the hotel, we kissed.

He carried me from the lobby to the top floor in bridal style. The suite was enormous. He set me down on the sofa and slipped my dress off. I wanted to touch him because of those broad shoulders, maybe because of the tattoo, but I was terrified. I slid my hands over his muscular chest.

Down there, I was drenched.

He pulled off his jeans. He was down to boxers, and I was still in my bra and thong. As we walked toward the bedroom, he held my hand. I paused in the doorway, staring at him. He could tell how scared I was. Still, he pulled me close, claiming my lips and demanding access. I gave it to him. He slid his tongue into my mouth, and I grabbed the back of his neck. He moaned and deepened the kiss, pressing me harder against him.

He yanked off my bra, then my thong. Then he lowered himself between my legs. He touched my dripping wet pussy and clit. My fluids gleamed on his fingers as he stroked me. I didn’t understand what was pouring out of me, but when I watched him suck his fingers, starting with the middle finger, then the index, then the thumb while never breaking eye contact, I knew it wasn't so bad.

I was even more bewildered. He licked the corners of his mouth, then lowered his head and cleaned me with his tongue.

This man… this man is going to be the death of me. His tongue is so fucking talented.

I trembled and groaned. The sensations were too much; I felt things I had never felt before. His tongue slid in and out, and my legs turned to jelly.

“Javier, what is going on?” I cried out.

“Relax, my fox,” he murmured. “Relax. I’ve got you.”

I felt ashamed of what I was about to say, but I said it anyway. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“I know,” he said, “but don’t worry. I’ll be gentle. Now lie down.”

I did, and he trailed slow, wet kisses from my neck to my chest, then took a nipple into his mouth and suckled greedily. A soft moan slipped out of me, but honestly, I wanted to scream. It was my first time, and I had no idea how to react when someone was devouring my boobs like that.

“I don’t want you to control yourself, Gabriella,” he said. “Never be afraid to be yourself when you’re with me, my fox. I want you to groan loudly. Don’t stop moaning. Tell me to take you. If you need to, yell my name. You have the freedom to do whatever you want. I don’t want you timid around me, and I especially don’t want you shy when you want all of that. Do you understand?”

I nodded.

He moved down again, licking me clean. Then he slid his tongue into my entrance, slow at first, and then pushed in and out. I was wet again, but this time I felt like jelly, out of control. I was going insane. I arched, but he pressed me down.

“Let it all out, my fox.”

Fuck, his voice.

“Javier,” I gasped, “what’s going on? I feel like I’m about to explode.”