Desired Too by S.K. Lessly

Friday was something I wasn’t expecting. Getting into her again, tasting her, was something I never thought would happen again. Yet, here I was, holding the one woman that had the power to end me.
    I meant every word that I’d said to her in English and in Italian. She was mine. She belonged to me. Most importantly, she was never leaving me again. That wasn’t an option for her, and it will never be an option for her. That might sound a little sick and twisted, but it is what it is. All those years ago, I let her live her life. I let her go, but now that she’s home, I was claiming what had been mine the moment I laid my eyes on her years ago.
    My cell went off again. This time I moved Raquel slightly so that I could get from underneath her. I padded to the desk where my jacket was and I pulled out my cell, acknowledging it was 6 am before I answered it. “What is it?”
    “Good morning to you too,” Eddie replied.
    “What do you want?”
    “Wow, aren’t you a joy to talk to?” When my silence showed my annoyance, he kept going, “Look, I’m calling you to remind you about our meeting this morning at Waters.”
    I glanced over at a sleeping Ms. Waters. “You don’t have to remind me of business. I’ll be there.”
    “Yeah, well, make sure you’re on time. Oh, and you need to be ready in about an hour. Pops wants me to pick you up from your place. He wants to have breakfast together so we can go over…”
    As he was running his mouth, I felt my phone vibrate in my hand. I pulled it from my ear and read a text that had come in from Darrell that only added to my frustration with hearing Eddie’s voice this early in the morning.
    What the hell is Eddie doing at my apartment?
    I frowned, pissed off even more than I was, and barked, “Cut the shit, Eddie. I’m not at home, as you very well know. You’re sitting outside my fucking apartment. If Pops wants to meet for breakfast, fine. Just tell me when and where, and I’ll be there. What I won’t be doing is riding with you. That’s bullshit.”
    There was a long pause then Eddie said to me, “Why the hell do you have to make this shit difficult?”
    “Why are you still on this phone talking to me? Take your over-eager ass to Pops and tell him that I’ll meet you two.”
    I hung up the phone, mumbling, “Stupid son of a bitch.”
    I shook my head, then moved to the bed trying not to let that silly motherfucker get in my head. I wanted to get into someone else’s head this morning before I left her. I needed it in order to start my day.
    I crawled into bed, and I started kissing her stomach, trying to resist “my pussy” for the moment. I’d gone in on her last night. I tried to hold back as much as I could without hurting her. I just couldn’t help myself. I had a feeling she’d be sore when she woke up. She wasn’t used to me yet, but soon she’d be ready and the real fun would begin.
    “Ummm, what time is it?” I heard her say in one of the sexiest voices I had ever heard.
    Damn, she was a turn on.
    “It’s time for me to get a taste of my body,” I told her as I pushed her thighs open and buried my face in between her legs.
    The first sweep of my tongue, shit, it got me fucking excited. I felt her trying to push me off saying something like she needed to freshen up. I didn’t let her up. I didn’t care about anything but getting my fill, and nothing or no one was going to stop me.
    We got lost in each other for as long as either one of us could handle before I finally let her up and off of the bed. She stumbled slightly, which made me chuckle.
    “Payback is a bitch, Angelo,” she muttered, giving me the finger as she disappeared into the bathroom.
    “I look forward to it, Cara Mia, ” I replied loudly as I laid back on the bed, completely satisfied and giddy as shit.
    Man, if Lincoln knew she was back…
    And… just like that, my fucking mood was gone.
    “Shit!” I mumbled at the thought. I wanted to beat the shit out of that