Page 117 of Anyone But the Superstar

Laying on her bed, in the middle of her room filled with memories, art and insights into the woman I love, I’m amazed all over again. ‘You learned Portuguese?’

She shrugs, her cheeks pinking. ‘A little.’

My eyes home in on the parting white fabric of her robe as she straddles me. ‘Your brothers are right.’

Her smile turns down as she tugs on one end of the robe’s silk belt. ‘My brothers?’

Swallowing, I have trouble finding the words as her skin, soft and toned, is revealed. ‘They said I don’t deserve you.’

‘They’re overprotective.’ She sounds like she’s rolling her eyes, but I wouldn’t know, too focused on her wet arousal hovering over my lap.

‘No. They’re right.’ In a daze, I lift one hand to touch her, then still, my mind faltering. ‘But don’t tell them that, okay?’

This time, I do see her roll her eyes. ‘I promise.’

My love is adorable. I touch my fingertip below her belly button, the skin pebbling with goosebumps at my light graze. My love is soft.

‘Oh.’ I pause again, my mind now inundated with all the things I never thought I’d get to say and do now that she’s forgiven me. ‘I want to take you to meet my mother.’

Her mouth drops. ‘Now?’ Her voice squeaks.

‘No, no.’ I drop my hand to my stomach and force my eyes to stay on hers, trying to concentrate. ‘Next week. When she gets out of rehab.’ I’ll book us both first class tickets. Her mother too. Maybe even her brothers.

‘Okay.’ She fidgets on my lap, making it very hard to keep my eyes above shoulder level and my mind on doing all the things I can to show her how much I love her. ‘We can have a big family dinner. Your mother said?—’

‘Felix.’ She presses both hands over my mouth, her eyes, oncedazed with desire now hard and serious. ‘You said you loved me, right?’

I frown, wondering why she needs to ask when I’m in the middle of trying to prove it. ‘I do.’ My answer is muffled by her palms.

She nods. ‘Then stop talking about our families andshowme you love me.’ My lips smile under her palms before she lifts them. Grabbing my hand on my stomach, she brings it between her legs, sighing when my fingertips meet her wet flesh.

Pressing firmly against her with one hand, I tip an imaginary cowboy hat with my other, my mind going back to that first night we had together. ‘Yes, ma’am.’

But this time, I’m going to make it worth her while. I’m going to drive her crazy with how much I love her.

I delve my fingers deeper inside, a whimper of relief passing her lips. Stroking, rubbing, petting, she grinds until her thighs begin to tense. Until her fingertips dig into my abs.

Just before she comes, I slip my fingers from inside her.

Her mouth opens with a sob.

Before she can glare at me again, I shift under her, placing the ridge of my cock just where she needs it before holding onto her hips. ‘Use me,meu coração.’ My fingers dig into her flesh to pull her forward an inch, then push back, setting the pace for her to climb. ‘Assim mesmo, meu amor.’

She arches her back, her robes sliding off her shoulders, her breasts swaying with her movements. ‘So good.’

‘Sim.’ I fight back a groan, worried that if I let go now, I’ll be too caught up in my own desire to fully show her how much I want her. Cherish her. Love her. ‘Tão bom.’

Liz

Felix loves me.

Maybe that’s the reason my body feels electric. Feels hot and sensitive and so, so good right now.

Then again, it could be the workout shorts.

The thin, barely there material dampens with my arousal and generates just enough friction to tantalize my clit as I move back and forth over Felix’s long, hard cock.

‘Minha querida.’ Felix palms my breasts, heavy with desire, squeezing them, easing the ache. ‘Amo-te.’ His thumbs graze my nipples in a rough caress.