Page 17 of Thiago (Family Ties #6)

Chapter Seventeen

A fter their conversation at the restaurant, India had new insight into Thiago.

He talked about his home life and growing up in a blended family after he and his brothers moved to the States and his father met and married his stepmother.

The transition had been difficult at first, mixing cultures, and of course, there was his struggle with the language when they started school.

But eventually, he grew to love his stepmother, his new siblings, and the life they had embarked on in Georgia.

As they strolled through the main doors of her apartment building, Thiago placed a light hand at the base of her spine. The ride up in the elevator was quiet, but India sensed tension in him. There was tension in her too—sexual tension which started as he drove closer to where she lived.

She unlocked and opened her front door. “Did you?—”

Thiago pushed her against the wall, and she immediately forgot what she was about to ask. The door slowly eased shut and enveloped them in darkness, with only the twinkle of lights from the surrounding buildings coming in through the living room windows.

Seconds before they kissed, her lips parted. His head lowered to hers, and she let him into the soft interior of her mouth. Inviting him to plunder. To take. To devour.

His hand slid up her dress and between her legs, stroking her swollen clit.

She moaned, angling her body against his palm.

At the same time, she ran her hands up his chest, over his shoulders, and then locked both arms around his strong neck.

Lifting one leg to his waist, she ground her hips harder against him.

She had missed him. Missed touching him and feeling his hard body pressed into hers. She had missed the way he caressed her body, as if she belonged to him and him alone.

Thiago released her mouth, but with his body flush against hers, his hard flesh probed between her thighs, an exquisite torture reminding her of the pleasure she’d had to forgo the past few weeks.

“You seem impatient all of a sudden,” she whispered shakily in the darkness.

With each arm flat on the wall on either side of her head, he spoke in a low, husky voice close to her ear.

“I have been impatient for weeks and all night, two seconds from losing control. My body is used to having you on a schedule, at a certain time on Friday nights. I would have made love to you on the table in Wine & Bone, but I didn’t want to shock the restaurant staff. ”

Thiago spun her toward the wall, and she flattened her hands against its cool surface, holding her breath as he lifted her dress, crushing the fabric in his fists.

Lowering to his knees behind her, he pushed the dress higher and curled his fingers into the strips of fabric on her body.

With a sound of irritation, he ripped the thong from her hips, as if its very presence had offended him.

“At this rate, you’re going to have to give me a lingerie allowance,” India panted to the wall. She waited impatiently for the sensation of his lips and the brush of his beard—elegant and masculine, soft and rough—like the man himself.

“Done,” he said in a husky growl.

When he pressed his lips against her ass, her blood heated to boiling. She arched back, angling for more of the gentle scraping of his facial hair against her soft skin.

Thiago sank his teeth into the flesh of one ass cheek and gently sucked, as if taking a bite of a piece of succulent fruit. India let out a low moan, the sound echoing against the walls of the small entryway.

“The past three weeks have been torture. I needed you so much…” Thiago said in a hoarse whisper.

She didn’t understand another word he said because the rest of the sentence was spoken in Spanish.

He turned her to face him and kissed her mound. “I missed my girl,” he whispered.

Watching from above, India released a breathless laugh. “She missed you too.”

His moist tongue stroked her slit, and a trembling groan fell from her lips as she tossed her head back in abandon.

“Thiago,” she whispered, sinking her fingers into his soft hair.

“ Dime . Tell me what you want,” he whispered, lifting her right leg onto his shoulder.

He pressed his lips to her lower lips and then penetrated her body.

She knew it was coming but was still unprepared.

The shock of the intimate contact had her head spinning, and Thiago was relentless with his assault—sucking her clit and probing her folds with his stiff, wicked tongue.

He started gently but then applied more pressure until the wet stimulation became almost unbearable.

“Please… please ,” she begged as his mouth devoured her and his hands traced the curves of her hips and ass.

When she couldn’t possibly handle any more, he inserted two fingers into her core, and she broke apart. His name flew from her lips in a rough chant, over and over as her body convulsed.

Finally, she collapsed against the wall, and he straightened to his full height. Cupping her face in his hands, his dark-brown eyes glittered down at her.

“I have missed doing that to you.” He nibbled on her bottom lip.

“I can’t move,” India said, feeling absolutely drained.

Thiago kissed the corners of her mouth and then fully claimed her lips again, and she melted against his hard frame as desire rippled through her. Her body was behaving as if he hadn’t already given her an orgasm. Her appetite for him truly knew no bounds.

With their mouths locked together, Thiago lifted her from the floor and marched them back to her bedroom, her dress still hiked above her hips in a wanton display of desperate need.

They fell onto the bed and fumbled with each other’s clothes. The warm glow of the pendant lights dangling from the ceiling gave her a good view of the determined set of his handsome face.

India undid his pants and the buttons on his shirt while Thiago yanked the zipper on her dress and pulled it down her arms to expose her breasts.

She clutched the fabric of his open shirt and rubbed her breasts against the hairs on his chest, reveling in the sensation of its roughness against the taut sensitivity of hers.

She was desperate for the full force of his arousal between her legs.

She had been suffering through a famine and was finally allowed to gorge in a wild and ravenous way.

Thiago sucked a nipple into his mouth while his hand smoothed down her collarbone and cupped her right breast. He teased both nipples, pinching one with his fingertips and stroking the other with the tip of his tongue.

She buried her fingers in his black hair and arched her back, forcing more of her breast into his mouth. He squeezed the other, his torturous caress making her bite down on her lip to keep from crying out loud.

India savored their lovemaking, but she wanted him inside her. She longed for the thrust of his deep possession. Sliding her hand inside his pants, she circled his thick length with one hand and caressed him with squeezing strokes.

A guttural sound hummed from his throat—a sound that let her know he was nearing the edge.

“Are you ready for me, India?” he rasped.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

He groaned. Holding his erection in hand, he guided the tip to her entrance and thrust inside her.

He filled her wet body, which stretched to accommodate him.

Their coupling felt different this time.

She couldn’t explain why, but the sensation of naked flesh against naked flesh was more than erotic.

There was something… something deeper in the joining of their bodies.

But India didn’t want to think. She let her mind drift as Thiago plunged in and out of her. She wound her arms around the trunk of his body and lifted her gaze to the lights above while she concentrated on her pleasure.

Thiago’s fingers curled around her throat. He applied gentle pressure as his body moved inside hers. “Do not look away. Look at me,” he commanded, his voice rough and hoarse.

She met his gaze and matched his furious pace, unable to look away now he had demanded her attention.

“Good girl,” he whispered.

She held on tight, sinking her fingernails into his back, their bodies rocking together on the mattress in perfect sync. Then a tight sensation appeared in her lower belly.

“I’m coming,” India said in a trembling whisper.

The words barely left her mouth before another explosion—more intense than the one he’d given her with his mouth—roared through her body like a runaway freight train.

As she contracted around his stiff flesh, the hand around her neck tightened, deepening her orgasm as she soared into the stratosphere.

Thiago’s entire body tensed, and he dropped his head to her shoulder, his roar of pleasure mingling with her cries as they tumbled into ecstasy together.

As India’s uneven breathing returned to normal, she noticed Thiago was still fully clothed. As for her, her dress was a crumpled mess around her hips, and she still wore her heels.

Slowly, Thiago lifted off her. “Do you see what happens when you deny me? I turn into an animal.”

Smiling, India lifted onto her elbows. “Water is wet.”

A devilish grin graced his sculpted lips. “Come here, let me help you get undressed.”

She pushed off the bed and stood in front of him, and he helped her out of her dress and shoes. His movements were careful, gentle, and solicitous. Compared to how he had moments before pounded her into the mattress with his hand around her throat, the contrast was almost comical.

Then she helped him undress, taking great pleasure in tossing his clothes into the dark corners of the room.

The second time they made love was slower, more sensual.

Thiago commanded the pace. His movements were no longer frantic.

He made love to her with gentle reverence, caressing her heated skin and licking her taut nipples.

Their hands explored each other’s bodies, touching all the intimate places and pulling soft groans from each other’s vocal cords.

When he entered her, he slid in with devastating slowness, pushing her onto her stomach and forcing her shoulders low to keep her ass in the air. Her back arched deeply to take every inch of him. Gripping the pillows, she rocked in time with each of his thrusts.

“Oh god, Thiago,” India breathed, her voice muffled by the pillow.

She squeezed her eyes shut as he pushed his knees wider and spread her thighs for deeper penetration.

“You feel so good… incredible,” he whispered in a hoarse voice.

His fingers fastened like handcuffs around her wrists as he continued to drive into her with sensual, languid strokes. It was almost unbearable, and whenever she was close to coming, he purposely slowed down, extending her pleasure to the point of suffering.

She came again, with her ass in the air and Thiago’s hand at the back of her neck. This time, when she collapsed, she knew it was the end for her. She couldn’t possibly endure another orgasm tonight. He came right after, and soon they both fell asleep, his body curling around hers in the dark.

India woke much later, unaccustomed to Thiago spending the night. The arm thrown across her waist and his soft snoring must have cut her sleep short.

She didn’t want to think, but the thought she’d brushed away while they made love came back. How different their lovemaking was this time. Deeper.

Had he ever been the same with his other lovers? Somehow he had managed to keep his relationships under lock and key, avoiding having his name linked with certainty to any specific woman.

With a start, she realized she was like those other women. Every single one. Hidden. In the shadows. No commitment. No… nothing.

She also recognized what was different. She was different. Her feelings were different. Her perception of their relationship had transformed from casual to meaningful.

India closed her eyes again, knowing she should sleep but unable to. Not with his heart steadily beating against her spine.

She wanted more, but wanting more from Thiago Santana was the most dangerous emotion she had ever allowed herself to feel.