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“It’s okay...” he soothed, “I’ve got you.”
Vectra stirred again once the elevator car began its ascent.
“I’ve got you,” he repeated and realized he wanted those words to ring true in every way that could matter. Leaning against the elevator’s walnut-paneled walls, he rested his face into the top of her head and breathed in the airy fragrance clinging to her short dark hair.
Vectra fidgeted once more. This time, she nuzzled her face near the collar of his shirt. He had covered her with his suit coat before taking her from the SUV. Qasim raised his head, tracing her features and appreciating the flawless appeal of her face. Hers was a face that, only in the security of his most secret thoughts, he would admit to wanting to wake up to every morning.
How would she feel about that? Idiot. She’d already given him that answer. Hadn’t she? I’m not a clingy woman, she’d said.
Would she change her tune for the right man, he wondered. Could he get her to take a chance on him?
The car bumped softly upon reaching its destination and opened up in the living room. Qasim carried his alluring burden into his semidarkened retreat. Pausing for a time, he observed the dynamic view of the Bay and the sparkling lights of the city he adored. The view was visible from almost every one of the enormous windows, a prevalent feature of the condo’s open floor plan that had moved Qasim to purchase it.
Quietly, he took the route to his bedroom across the rich, wide planks of the walnut floors. The condo was starkly designed, but maintained unique warmth thanks to the towering bookcases and wide fireplaces in almost every room. Shallow, automatic lighting from the wardrobe room doused the bedroom when he arrived there with Vectra. He set her on the middle of the almond-colored comforter with its merlot-colored throw pillows cluttering the carved walnut headboard. He waited, ensuring the move hadn’t jostled her awake. He moved to further dim the closet lighting.
With an expert touch, Qasim relieved Vectra of her shoes, dress and underthings. He got her situated between crisp, wine-colored sheets. All the while, he forbade himself to crawl in with her. Instead, he dutifully took her clothes to his laundry room. He made even more effective use of his time by going through the accumulated mail while the clothes washed and his houseguest slept.
Later, he returned, stripped and joined Vectra in bed, where he pulled her into a spooning embrace. Immediately, he was lulled to sleep by her radiant body, warm and pliant against him.
* * *
Vectra experienced a distinct sense of déjà vu when she woke in bed, and alone. Only this wasn’t exactly déjà vu, she realized. It wasn’t morning. The room was dark with the exception of the lights sparkling in the far distance, and the sounds of the harbor were faint but noticeable.
She was also quite obviously not alone. She felt something warm and imposing between her legs. It obstructed her ability to close them. A sound, half sob, half moan, warbled from her throat when a heavy stab of pleasure radiated below her waist, turning her boneless with arousal.
“Sim.” His name was distorted, given the sob-moan that continued to crowd her throat. The maddening throbbing and clenching that had plagued her all day resumed, and her hips began rocking slowly, keeping pace with the pleasurable drives from an all-too-skillful tongue.
A rough purr ventured upward through the sheets. Qasim had spent the past ten minutes relishing the task of waking her. Waking her in a truly ruthless manner, he admitted, but his desires had once again overruled his ability to practice any sort of bedroom etiquette.
He’d started by thumbing her labia. Every so often, he’d dip a finger inside her satin core until he’d found her very wet for him. Still, he’d resisted taking her until he’d known she was waking. He had pounced the moment he was sure she was lucid. Immersed in his task, he grunted consistent sounds of pure satisfaction at the discovery of finding her taste as addictive as her sounds of arousal when they reached his ears.
Vectra was close to orgasm, her wavering cries and quivering frame a testament to just how close she was.
“Not yet,” Qasim ordered, smirking briefly when she sobbed her disappointment. He held her thighs trapped, arms enfolding each of the lush, caramel-toned limbs to keep her virtually immobile. He only allowed for the minute rise, fall and rotation of her hips as she reacted to every lick and thrust from his tongue.
Vectra reached for him, needing to cling to his shoulders or rake her nails through the close-cut silk of his hair. She could find no physical purchase on the monstrous bed. There was no mistaking the fact that he was there, though.
Teetering recklessly on the edge of climax, one she was forbidden to give in to, Vectra smoothed her hands over her body. Fleetingly, she flicked her nipples beneath her thumbnails and then raked her fingers through her hair.
