Anything He wants

I grimace, both from her words and the impact of the plane hitting the runway. Suddenly, my nerves are in overdrive, and I’m anxious as hell. In just minutes, I’ll be seeing Mr. Rodriguez. Just the thought of it has me squirming in my seat. After the doors are opened and we’re allowed to exit, I numbly grab my bag and follow Adriana off the plane and through the terminal.

For a few minutes, I forget about my nerves and glance around the huge airport. I can’t believe I’m in Barcelona, Spain! Right as we’re about to get to the baggage claim area, I turn my head to get a glimpse of the city outside the window and walk right into a brick wall, or at least that’s what it feels like until I hear a deep laugh and feel a hand land possessively on my lower back.

I don’t even need to look up to know who it is that I’ve run into. I’d know him by his scent alone. It’s an intoxicating blend of his expensive cologne and his natural scent that drives me crazy every time I smell it. Without warning, I let out a small moan at the feel of all that hard muscle I’m pressed up against and instinctively lean a bit closer. I look up with a gasp when I feel his cock give a healthy jump against my hip. Holy shit he feels huge!

When I meet his dark eyes, he gives me a quick wink before saying,Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

“Welcome to Barcelona, Sadie. I’ve been waiting for you.”

His accent is beyond sexy, making me even wetter than I already am. I want to reach up and touch his stubbled cheek and run my fingers over the dimple in his cheek that’s on full display thanks to the wicked grin he’s giving me.

“Hey, our bags are here!”

Adriana’s voice is like a slap to the face. I hurry up and back away, feeling my face heat up to an embarrassing degree.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Rodriguez,” I say, focusing my eyes on the beautiful hint of olive skin I can see where his shirt is unbuttoned at the top.

He’s forced to move his hand from my lower back when I step away, but he gives my shoulder a gentle squeeze before removing it completely.

“Call me Miguel, and it’s perfectly all right. I’m just glad it was me that you ran into instead of some other lucky man.”

I’m so surprised by his comment that I can’t say anything. I just stare at him like an idiot until Adriana yells at me to come and get my luggage. Before I can rush over there, Miguel quickly walks over and grabs my two suitcases before they can disappear into the back again.

“Thank you,” I say, as Adriana and I follow him out of the busy airport.

We get into the sleek black car that’s waiting for us, and when he sits opposite us, I have to press my knees together to keep my legs from opening in an invitation. He always sends my body into overdrive, like it belongs to him more than me. I spend the rest of the drive looking out the window with my knees pressed tightly together like I’m preparing for the nunnery. A life of celibacy isn’t hard to imagine since I’ve been living it for the last 18 years, and I’m more than ready to try something new.

I swear I can feel Miguel’s eyes on me. My nipples hardhardenedd my knees slightly parted without my consent. Right as I’m about to just spread them wide, the driver stops outside a gorgeous house close to the beach. When I look over at Miguel, his eyes are on me, and his jaw is clenched so tightly it looks like he’s carved from granite. The heat in his eyes dissolves when Adriana says something, pulling his eyes from mine.

They speak in Spanish, so I’m only catching tiny bits here and there. I love hearing Miguel speak his native language. As if he wasn’t sexy enough, hearing that language roll off his tongue is the best kind of foreplay. As if sensing my thoughts, he steps out of the car and offers me his hand. I take it, loving how my hand disappears inside his much larger one. The feel of his skin against mine sends heat to every part of my body and makes my pussy so wet that I’m afraid my juices are going to start sliding down my inner thighs. He rubs his thumb over the sensitive skin of my inner wrist. When I let out a small sigh, he gave me a wink before letting me go.

I look up at the gorgeous house and forget to breathe for a second. It’s a very modern-looking home, but it’s been made to also look homey and inviting. Vibrant flowers are growing along the front and in hanging baskets. The area itself is busy with lots of townhouses and apartment complexes, but this house still manages to feel private. The salty breeze coming off the coast feels amazing, and when I turn around, I gasp at the view. Just a few hundred feet away are sandy beaches and the most stunning view of the Mediterranean Sea I’ve ever seen.

“I’m glad you like it,” Miguel says, leaning in closer. “I want you to be very happy here. I want this to feel like home to you.”

I look up at him and am surprised to see how serious he looks. He watches me, studying my reaction, and looks relieved when I give him a big smile and say, “I love it here, Miguel. Thank you for letting me stay.”

“You can stay here as long as you want, Sadie.”

I laugh and shake my head. “Be careful about saying things like that. You’ll have to kick me out in a month if you do. Why would anyone want to leave this place?”

He gives me the sweetest smile. “I would never do that, and I meant every word I said.”

I’m too stunned to speak. He’s just being polite, I tell myself. I’m a guest, and he’s making me feel welcome. I still can’t help but get my hopes up a bit. If he feels even an ounce of what I feel for him, then this is going to be the best four weeks of my life.

“Come on, Sadie!” Adriana calls to me from inside. “I want to show you your room before I have to go.”

I smile at Miguel before hurrying off. Following Adriana as she gives me a tour of their beautiful home, all I can do is smile and try not to look too wide-eyed about everything. I can’t help but feel afraid to touch anything. It all looks so damn expensive. I breathe a sigh of relief when she stops in front of a room and waves me in.

“This is yours,” she says, opening the curtains wide so I can see the jaw-dropping view of the sea.

“Wow,” is all I can say. The sea is several different shades of blue, and I smile at the way it sparkles in the sun.

“There’s an en suite bathroom with everything you’ll need, and don’t be embarrassed to ask my dad for anything. I mean,” she says with a laugh,

“When he’s home that is.”

“Is he gone often?” I ask, trying not to sound too obvious.

She gives a dramatic eye roll. “He’s always working.”

“I guess that sucks for his girlfriend, huh?”

“He’s not dating anyone right now,” she says, and I bite my tongue to keep from smiling. “Women tend to get irritated with his busy schedule, and he hasn’t met anyone he likes enough to cut back the hours.”

She quickly changes the subject and shows me a few other things before helping me bring my bags to my room. As we’re leaving, she waves a hand at the door across from me.

“That’s my dad’s room. Would you rather stay in my room while I’m gone?”

“No,” I practically yell. “I’ll be fine here. Plus, I’d be crazy to give that view of the sea up.”

“Yeah, it is pretty amazing. Well, I’m gonna hurry up and make sure everything is ready. My mom should be here any minute. I’m sorry I have to leave so soon after we get here.”

“Don’t even worry about it,” I say with a big smile. “I’m just thrilled to be in Spain. Honestly, I’m beyond excited, and I hope you have a great visit with your mom.”

She gives me a big hug and then runs off to finish packing. It’s not long before I hear the doorbell ring and then the sound of a woman speaking fast Spanish. I creep closer to the balcony that overlooks the front door and angle myself so I can discreetly see what’s going on. I’ve only ever seen pictures of Adriana’s mom, and it looks like she’s just as beautiful in person. I feel a stab of jealousy when I imagine her fucking Miguel. I’m relieved to see that he doesn’t go in for a hug or show any signs of interest in her beyond politeness.

When I hear Adriana heading down the stairs, I quickly follow so I can say my goodbyes. I give her a big hug, smile introduce myself to her mom, and then watch them both walk out the door. My heart is racing when Miguel shuts the door and turns to me. He’s taken off his suit jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his white dress shirt. I never knew a man’s forearms could look so damn sexy.

The heat in his eyes makes my legs turn to jelly.

“Looks like we’re finally alone,” he says, taking a step toward me with a sexy smile playing on his lips.