Beat of the Heart (Runaway Train #2)(19)

Once I faced him, AJ brought his lips to mine. “I’ve missed these,” he murmured against my mouth. Tasting myself on him, I thrust my tongue inside to dance along with his.

As I started riding him hard and fast again, AJ’s fingers raked through the strands of my hair. His mouth never left mine, and our tongues fought and tangled against each other. Gripping his shoulders tight, I felt the first wave of my orgasm start. I cried out as I stilled my movements as my head fell back.

With a slight jerk at my hair, he pulled me back to stare into his eyes. The intensity of his lust-filled gaze held me captive as I rode out the last delicious tremors. AJ’s hands then left my hair to rest on my hips, working me even harder against him. Only a few moments passed before his body tensed. “Mia, oh God, Mia!” he exclaimed as he came hard and fast inside me. Never once did his eyes stray from mine. After he finished, he brought his lips to mine again, giving me a tender kiss. When he pulled away, a lazy, satiated smile formed on his face. “That was pretty f*cking amazing.”

Thoroughly wiped out from the sex and the orgasms, I nuzzled my head into the crook of his shoulder. With what energy I had left, I softly dragged my fingers through his hair, smoothing down the places where I’d mussed it earlier. “Yeah, it was,” I replied hoarsely. Between my cries of pleasure, I’d practically lost my voice. Cupping his face in my hands, I said, “That was everything I needed to get back into the game and more. You lived up to all my expectations, Mr. Latin Lover.”

His smile widened. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you.”

I leaned over to kiss him again when Benny’s voice crackled over the intercom. “Sir?” he asked hesitantly.

“Yeah?” AJ croaked.

“We’ve, uh, been here at the restaurant about fifteen minutes. I was letting you…um, finish.”

Glancing down at our still joined bodies, AJ laughed. “Thanks, Benny. But we’re still going to need a minute or two.”

As I slid off of him, a delicious soreness filled my lower half—one I hadn’t experienced in a long, long time. “Can you zip me up?”

“With pleasure.”

“One sec.” I quickly adjusted my breasts back into the cups of the bodice before I turned slightly. Just as AJ’s fingers started pulling up the zipper, they stopped. “What’s wrong?”

“Just admiring your ink,” he said, feeling along my shoulder blade.

I tensed as he touched the puckered skin beneath the Italian script words of the tattoo. “Thanks,” I murmured. Suddenly all the languid, post orgasmic bliss was snatched away.

“Did you get in an accident or something?”

My eyes pinched shut as a horrific memory assaulted my mind. “Something like that,” I finally replied.

AJ must’ve sensed I didn’t want to talk about it because he finished raising the zipper up my back. Once he was finished, I leaned forward to try and find my crumpled panties. Feeling blindly along the floor, I sighed.

“What’s wrong?”

“Finding black panties on a black limo floor is harder than I thought.”

“Shit, I’d turn the lights on, but…” I glanced over my shoulder. Although he’d gotten rid of the condom, he still hadn’t gotten his pants back up yet.

At the feel of lace, I shook my head. “Got them.” I collapsed back on the seat before shimmying them back up my thighs. AJ watched my every move. After I readjusted my dress, I cocked my brows at him. “Quit eye-balling me and fix your shirt.”

He responded with a bark of a laugh. Grabbing my purse, I dug out my brush, lipstick and body spray. As AJ readjusted his tie and tucked his shirt in his pants, I went about trying to make my appearance a little less ‘I just screwed my eyes out in the back of a Hummer limo’. After spritzing my thighs and arms with the body spray, I reached over and sprayed AJ.

“What the f*ck?” He sniffed his shirt. “I smell like a chick.”

“Better than smelling like sex.”

A smirk curved on his lips. “That happens to be one of my favorite scents.”

Out of my purse, I produced some hand sanitizer. As he eyed me suspiciously, I patted one of my hands over his mouth and cheeks like aftershave. “Ow! That burns like hell,” he whined.

“Yeah, well, I know sex is one of your favorite smells, but I’m not going in a restaurant with you if you’re smelling like sex and…” I trailed off, not wanting to say the word.

“*?” he questioned.

With a grimace, I replied. “Yes.”

“Whatever.”

Cocking my head at him, I asked, “So sex isn’t your top scent, huh?”

He shrugged. “Nah, probably Top Five. I gotta give props to some others like my drum set and my abuela’s tamales.”

“Speaking of tamales, are we eating Mexican tonight?”

“Actually, we’re eating at my favorite Italian restaurant. I figured with you being Sicilian, you’d probably like that.”

“I do.”

“Then for dessert, we’re going down the block to my favorite Mexican café. They make Flan that melts in your mouth. It’s f*cking fabulous.”

I shuddered as an eerie feeling came over me. No, it couldn’t be. Out of all the restaurants in the entire city, it couldn’t be possible that AJ had picked my family’s restaurant to eat at. But then again what were the odds of an Italian and Mexican place on the same street? “Where are we eating?”