Lonzo: Book 2 (Tycoon Series Book 2) (8 page)

Just like in the car, they rode the elevator in heavy silence. They found themselves at the foyer of the hotel’s presidential suite when the elevator opened.

Whoa. The suite spanned the entire floor and evoked understated elegance and luxury.

She shouldn’t be surprised. Lonzo demanded the best and he can afford to get whatever he wanted.

Well, almost anything he wanted.

He led her toward the living area of the suite. She took out her phone from her clutch, intending to call Chris.

Lonzo swiftly divested her of her phone.

“Hey!” she protested. “Give it back!”

“You won’t be needing this.”

He put the phone in the inner pocket of his jacket.

“I need to call Chris!” she huffed.

“You don’t need to. A little disappointment will do him some good—” he said in an off-hand manner that made her temper flare up like a forest fire.

He was seen in the company of countless beauties mere days after she left Rome! The nerve of this man!

“I am not answerable to you, Vitale—” she said through gritted teeth. “Not anymore… you made sure of that.”

“Jordana—”

“Stay out of my affairs,” she warned. “Go back to Helene and leave me in peace.”

He stilled as several unnerving seconds ticked.

“I don’t want her. I want you,” came his quiet admission.

She closed her eyes briefly. His declaration made her insides churn up. Her mind screamed:
go now, while you still can!

“You chose to be with other women. We’re so done. There’s no sense going back there…” her voice thickened as unwelcome emotions rose. Why can’t these feelings just go away?!

She turned for the elevator, unwilling to let him see how he could still affect her so.

He yanked her back, scooping her up into his arms as he crossed the distance to his bedroom.

Her brain told her to fight. But her brain was slow to respond.

“Let me go,” she protested but it came out weak. Her voice was shaky from the storm of simultaneous feelings going through her—anger, exhilaration, anxiety and pain.

“
Cara
—” he murmured against her ear. She had yearned for this man. He made her ache. So much.

He made her weak.

Like her father.

No! She wouldn’t go down that road again!

“Stop this!” she found her voice at last.

He held her tighter before he put her down on her feet.

She stood on unsteady legs before he pushed to the nearest wall, his arms imprisoning her.

“We don’t resolve anything when we’re talking.”

“Then stop being a jerk.”

He regarded her face, almost tenderly at first, like he couldn’t believe she was standing in front of him.

He made her nervous. She licked her suddenly parched lips.

His gaze became heated as his eyes followed her every move. His hands went around her waist to pull her close to his hard body.

“Then we’re done talking,” he declared before his lips descended and captured hers.

Helene and Chris were forgotten as their lips met and mated feverishly—their kiss so explosive, it consumed them both. He licked and nibbled her lower lip before he slid his tongue inside her mouth to tease and dance with hers.

She moaned, so lost, her hands ran up to clasp and claw at his hair, pulling him down as he deepened the kiss. The man had the most amazing tongue and he knew how to use it. She missed his taste—that flavor that was uniquely his. One could live on this man’s kisses alone. His kisses switched from tender to dominant.

“I’m going to defile you, cara,” he whispered against her lips.

His words left her panting and trembling with an uncontrollable hunger that only he could evoke in her.

“Tell me you want it,” he urged as he held her tight, making her feel his steely length against her stomach.

She whimpered.

“Say it,
cara
. Tell me you still want me and I’ll pound inside you so deep, you’ll feel me for a week.”

A bolt of exquisite, wicked pleasure coursed though her, turning her brain into mindless goo. Her body was all primed for his possession. All she needed to do was say yes and he’d make this ache disappear.

He slid his lips on her neck.

“Close your eyes and imagine my mouth on your pussy,” he said before he licked her jugular, drawing hot, wet circles against her overheated skin. “I plan to eat and get myself drunk tonight. On you.”

Her center welled at the pictures his words painted in her mind.

“Yes,” she found herself saying.

His eyes lit up like it was Christmas morning.

Huge butterfly wings fluttered inside her stomach when his hand reached for the zip of the gold dress. His knuckles brushed the bare skin of her lower back after he unzipped it .

The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her standing in her panties, baring her breasts to his hungry gaze.

He took a moment to admire what he just uncovered, making her nipples pucker in response.

“You’re perfect. So fucking perfect.”

He drew her closer before he suddenly turned her around, facing the wall.

He panties were torn away before she could blink.

“Oh!” she exclaimed when she felt his hard cock against her backside.

“You feel so good. So fuckable,” came his husky whisper before his hands cupped her breasts from behind. He weighed the rounded globes and pinched her nipples, making her gasp for air.

His lips kissed and licked the side of her neck before making its way toward her shoulders and back…until he reached her ass cheeks.

His teeth grazed her left butt cheek, making her yelp.

She heard him move behind her before she felt his searing tongue on her center. She almost died from pleasure as he lapped, sucked and tasted her from behind. She opened her legs further, earning her a grunt of approval from him. He made her pussy weep, her hot folds leaking, readying her body for his eventual invasion.

“You’re exquisite,
cara
.”

He hummed in his enjoyment, making her gush and tremble, her hips moving wantonly against that wicked tongue.

“Ohhh—!” she moaned. She was close…

He pulled out at the last second.

She mewed in frustration as he stood up, scooped her in his arms again and made their way to the king-sized bed.

He slowly laid her down on the bed but he didn’t join her.

He stood at the foot of the bed, his intense green eyes hooded.

She decided to get back at him. A little.

Putting her forefinger in her mouth, she sucked on it before she pulled it out with a pop. She opened her legs next, giving him an excellent view of her sex.

She trailed her forefinger over her clit.

She heard him drew a long breath before he hastily removed his clothes, his eyes never leaving hers.

She took in his magnificent male form. He had an amazing swimmer’s body sculpted from years of recreational diving and swimming—wide chest, washboard stomach, tight butt and powerful limbs. He was so ripped and he owed nothing to steroids or artifice.

She slid her finger inside her channel while she watched him drop and kick his pants in one go. She was tempted to scoot back toward the headboard when he straightened and his beautifully thick, veined cock came into view.

He climbed on the bed and slowly made his way to her. He leaned over her. She closed her eyes, letting the sensation of his skin over hers envelop her senses.

His muscled thighs spread her legs further before his hand snaked out to halt and pull out her errant finger from her pussy…but not before licking and sucking it in his mouth first.

“Delicious.”

She held her breath in anticipation as he moved between her legs. He held her ass cheeks with his hands, angling her towards his mouth. She almost screamed when he thrust his tongue deep into her wet channel.

“Sweet like nectar. I’m going to lick you dry,
cara
.” he said, his eyes darkened with lust. It was too decadent, too erotic.

She squeezed her eyes closed and placed her fist over her mouth to stifle her cries as his talented appendage parted and swiped the lips of her sex and made true his promise.

“Tell me how you feel,” he commanded, his voice reverberating against her sensitized skin.

She groaned. He was trying to kill her.

“Tell me!” he rasped.

“God! Oh, God. Yes…!”

“Want me to continue?”

‘Please! Don’t stop—” she sobbed.

He lingered, licking every crevice tantalizingly. Then he pushed a thick finger through her, seeking her G-spot.

Her stomach muscled clenched as her legs shook uncontrollably as she neared her peak.

Her hands clawed at the sheets, her head moving from side to side, the intense pleasure of his tongue driving her to madness. The pleasure was so much that she wasn’t sure she could survive this…

Bright lights exploded behind her eyelids as she climaxed, her walls contracting violently around his marauding tongue. He should have stopped then but he didn’t. He feasted on her until she felt another one coming. She fisted his hair, tried to get away but he was merciless.

“Lonzo!” she gasped, her lower body thrashing against his face, following the movements of his wicked tongue.

When he sucked hard on her clit, she yelled her pleasure as her body was wracked with spasms that went on and on.

It took her a few minutes to open her eyes. She found him hovering above her, his green eyes barely holding it in.

Lonzo maybe all sorts of dick outside the bedroom but in it, he was a generous lover.

An overwhelming mix of desire and love unfurled in her.

She loved him. Still love him. She wanted to belong to him again, to feel him inside her.

The need to be possessed by this man consumed her.

She pulled his head, kissing him with everything she had in her.

“Take me,” she whispered against his lips.

“Jordana, I don’t have protection with me. Let me put on one first—” he rasped, valiantly fighting for control.

“We don’t have to. I’m still on the pill—”

He lost it.

With one thrust, he wedged himself inside her tight sheath. She cried at the suddenness. They’d been apart for months and he stretched and filled her, the feeling of fullness almost painful.

“Sweetest pussy ever…so unbelievably tight!” he groaned as he fell on top of her, burying his face on her neck.

Her channel clenched around him.

“Stop that,
cara
.”

She couldn’t as her walls gripped him.

“Fuck, I want to make this last for you…but it’s been so long, cara. I need you so bad. I don’t think I can last.”

Her heart swelled when she heard him.

“Me too. I want you right now.”

He began to tunnel her with powerful thrusts that lodged him balls-deep inside her.

“You feel incredible. So warm, so tight,” he rasped.

Her head fell back on the bed as their bodies established a sensual rhythm. The smooth movements didn’t last long as their bodies began to unravel. His thrusts became faster, harsher, more brutal.

“Lonzo!” she moaned when he pistoned against her G-spot again and again until it triggered her release.

He bent and took a pink nipple inside his mouth, sucking as he continued to surge inside her.

“That’s it…come for me, cara. I want to feel you squeezing me.”

She did as she was told. She was helpless from the power of his erotic words and the magic of his erotic tongue.

She shouted when she reached her peak for the second time—her body flexed and crumbled in the most delicious, bone-melting, toe-curling pleasure.

This time it drew a matching growl from him.

With her body milking him, he continued to ram into her. His moves were jerkier, uncalibrated. He held her hips with his big hands as he fed every inch of his cock inside her starved pussy. She felt him grow bigger inside her when he finally shattered, shouting her name hoarsely, along with a string of unintelligible Italian words.

Just when she thought she couldn’t have another, he triggered a final orgasm from her.

Afterward, she lay limply beneath his crushing weight, unable to move.

Marathon sex? It sure felt like sexual coma, she thought.

He rested his head on the crook of her neck, trying to catch his breath
, waiting for the aftershocks of pleasure to drain from his body.

It only gets better with her. Only with her.

He blinked, trying to come to terms with what he was feeling.