Come Away With Me (The Andrades) (15 page)

Hastily wiping
off any makeup she could, she put a bathrobe on over her nightgown and went onto her tiptoes to peer out the peephole.

Paul.

She turned and slumped against the door in relief, even as she tried to deny a wave of disappointment that it wasn’t Gio.
He’s not coming. Accept it.

Julia unlocked the door and opened it, smiling when Paul held up a bag from the neighborhood deli.
He was dressed in jeans a tight T-shirt that accentuated his enormous muscles. The sight should have been pleasurable, but seeing Paul only reminded Julia of how Gio had looked the first time she’d seen him.
Stop it.
She chastised herself for torturing herself with an image of someone she had no intention of ever seeing again.

Paul whistled appreciatively at the number of flowers that still filled every corner of the floor. Then he handed Julia the paper bag.
“When you called in again, Tom and I started to worry. He asked me to come check on you. You look awful. Are you fighting what we had? Do you want me to run to the pharmacy?”

A quick peek into the bag
revealed soup. “No, I’m fine,” she said and burst into tears. Soup reminded her of how her mother had always taken care of her. Thinking of her mother made her feel even worse about moping over problems that were trivial by comparison. She wanted to call her mother to talk about Gio but knew she couldn’t. She wanted to call Gio to talk about her mother, but that door was also closed. She suddenly felt very alone.

“Hey, hey, hey. Don’t cry. I handle throwup much better than tears.”

His comment made Julia laugh, even as tears continued running down her cheeks. “I’m not sick.”

He reached out and drew her into his arms. His embrace nearly cut off her oxygen. “
Come here.” He hugged her tighter. “Is this about You Know Who?”

Julia sniffed and nodded, finding comfort in the warmth of her hulking friend’s arms.
“I know he is wrong for me, but I can’t seem to control myself when I’m around him. It’s like my brain shuts off. I’m quitting Cogent tomorrow, Paul. I hope it doesn’t leave you guys short staffed. I can’t go back there.”

Paul set her back from him. “
Hang on. I care, but I have to stop hugging you before I get a stiffie.”

Julia’s eyes widened and she burst out laughing
, imagining what Tom would say if he were there. “Paul . . .”

He smiled unabashedly. “Hey, I’m human. Would you rather I tell you or let you feel it?”

A wave of laughter erupted from her, then quelled as a thought came to her. “I’m going to miss you.”

“Are you sure you need to quit?”

“Yes.”

“Did he hurt you?”
Paul puffed up like a rooster preparing to defend one of his hens.

From behind Paul, through the still
-open door, Gio’s voice carried a deadly cold tone. “Well, this is an unexpected turn of events.”

Initial embarrassment was replaced with anger.
I have nothing to feel embarrassed about.
“What are you doing here?”

Gio stepped into the small apartment
, which suddenly felt claustrophobically small with the two large men circling each other. “The better question is, what is
he
doing here?”

Raising her chin defiantly, Julia said, “You don’t have the right to ask.”

Gio’s eyes narrowed and his attention focused on Paul. “Don’t you work for me?”

“Not until
five o’clock,” Paul answered in a tone that goaded Gio.

As the two of them squared off
, Julia snapped, “He came by to make sure I was okay. Not that I owe you an explanation. You and I said everything we needed to say the other night.”

Looking away
from Julia to Paul, Gio said, “I refuse to discuss this in front of him.”

Paul planted his feet. “I’m not leaving
unless she tells me to go.”

Although Julia appreciated the sentiment, she didn’t want
them both to lose their jobs because she’d sent Gio mixed messages. “I’m fine, Paul. Go. We’ll talk later.”

Reluctantly, Paul nodded. As he passed Gio, he
knocked shoulder to shoulder with him aggressively. “Keep your hands to yourself. If I hear that you—”

Gio punched him square in the face and sent the man falling back against the wall
, sinking down to the floor from the perfect hit and sending several vases spilling onto the carpet. Julia rushed to Paul’s side. “Oh, my God. You broke his nose. It’s bleeding.”

Then she spun on Gio. “How could you? How could you hit him? He was only trying to protect me.”

Gio was momentarily at a loss for words.

Paul pulled himself back up from the floor and wiped the blood on the sleeve of his T-shirt. “You want to try that again?”

Leaning in with a threat, Gio said,
“If you touch me, I’ll gladly send you to the floor a second time.”

Julia wedged herself between the two of the
m. “Stop it. Stop it right now.” She looked over her shoulder at her hulking friend and said, “Paul, I’ll handle this. Don’t get fired because of me.”

“I’m not afraid of Mr. Fancy Pants.”

“I know you’re not, Paul, but Mr. Andrade’s right. We do have to talk. And we can’t do that with you here.”

“If you’re sure.”

She looked at Gio’s still-angry expression and nodded.
Mr. Fancy Pants doesn’t scare me, either.
“I’m sure.”

With one final glare at Gio, Paul walked out of
the apartment.

Gio closed the door firmly
, then turned to Julia. “I don’t like the idea of you with another man.”

Julia
stood her ground. “Paul is not another man. Well, he is a man, but he’s harmless. He brought soup.”

Advancing on Julia, Gio said, “
He wasn’t here just because he thought you were sick.” The desire in Gio’s eyes sent a shiver of anticipation through Julia.

She took a
step back and knocked over a vase. The water spilled onto her bare foot, reminding her she was still in her nightgown. “You didn’t have to punch him.”

“Yes, I did.”

When her next step brought the back of her legs against the edge of her bed, she wrapped her bathrobe tighter around herself. “Why are you here, Gio?”

He didn’t stop until only an inch separated them. A mere inch. Easily crossed and dangerously tempting. “You know why.”

Squaring her shoulders, Julia met his eyes boldly. “You told me the other day that this wasn’t a good idea.”

He untied the belt of her bathrobe
with one hand, whipped it free of its loops, and threw it behind him. “I changed my mind.”

“And what if I haven’t?” she whispered.

He eased the robe off her shoulders, dropping it to the floor and bending down to kiss her newly exposed collarbone. “Then tell me to leave.”

She closed her eyes as every fiber of her body began to burn for him.
“I can’t,” she admitted hoarsely. “I want you to stay.”

He reached forward, grabbed the front of her thin nightgown
, and tore it straight down the middle. Those rough hands turned gentle when they reached for her. He ran one hand reverently down her neck, across the swell of her breast, and down to possessively cup her sex. “I’ve never wanted a woman the way I want you, Julia.” He slid a finger between her folds and captured her excited gasp with his mouth.

Julia opened herself to him.
She clutched his chest as his hands explored her body. Their tongues danced and teased while his stroking became more intimate. His finger delved into her wet center while his mouth conquered hers. Stroke by stroke, he claimed her, enflamed her, brought her to a place where she was shaking with need.

Urgently, Julia fumbled to pull his shirt free of his trousers
. She tore it open with the same enthusiasm he’d used to rip hers.

His free hand sought and worshipped her left nipple, twisting it lightly, then teasing the tip of it with his thumb.
He was playing her body expertly, and she was helpless to resist the desire that whipped through her. She undid his belt and trousers, and sighed into his mouth with pleasure when her hands finally freed his rock-hard dick.

He was taking his time, even though he was clearly as excited by her as she was by him. His heart was beating wildly in his chest
.

There was heady power in knowing he was as close to losing control as she was. Julia broke free from their kiss and nipped his muscular neck playfully. He groaned with pleasure
, and Julia began to kiss her way down his chest. His hands came up to grip her head, but he didn’t stop her.

She kissed her way down his flat stomach
, dropped to her knees before him, and took him deeply into her mouth. His hands fisted in her hair. And still she took him deeper. His firm ass flexed beneath one of her hands while her other hand guided him in and out of her mouth.

She thought he would come in her mouth and she welcomed the idea, but he pulled out, stepped out of his pants
, and threw her on her bed. The nightgown, still hanging from her shoulders like a cape, tangled beneath her. He reached into the pocket of his pants and, without taking his eyes off her, sheathed himself in a condom. He was beside her a moment later, rolling her on top of him and lowering her down onto him. He powerfully thrust upward, holding her by her hips as he did.

She sat up and threw her head back with a cry of pleasure. Although she was above him, he was in command now
, driving into her, deeper and deeper with each thrust. She balanced on her knees and arched backward.

He sat up, pulled her forward and took one of her breasts into his hungry mouth
while he raised and lowered her onto him. His teeth nipped her, then his hot tongue lapped each breast, a mix of pleasure and pain that sent Julia into writhing moans.

Rolling
them both over, he took her hands and pinned them above her head, poising himself above her. He teased her by rubbing his tip over her clit while he watched her expression. “You’re mine, Julia. Say it.”

Even though she was practically sobbing for release, she couldn’
t say what he wanted to hear. Not without knowing what being his meant. She shook her head and closed her eyes.

He groaned in her ear and drove his shaft deeply into her with one powerful thrust. Julia welcomed
him deeper and gave herself to the orgasm that swept through her as he continued to pound down into her. A moment later, he shuddered and came inside her.

He rolled onto his side
and disposed of the condom, then pulled her back into his arms. They were both breathing hard. He buried his face in her hair and whispered, “You drive me crazy, Julia.”

Naked and pressed up against the man she’d
pined for all day, Julia chided him gently. “You think you’re any better? I can’t believe you hit Paul.”

He took her chin in his hand and met her eyes seriously. “I don’t want to talk about other men in your life.”

Julia said, “It’s not like that. I told you—”

Gio claimed her mouth with his and kissed her until she was squirming against him
with need once again.

When the kiss ended, Julia slumped against Gio and laid her head on his chest.
Could he really be jealous of Paul?

That would mean he cares about me, wouldn’t it?

Or is this still about the crazy attraction between us?

What are we doing?

Oh, my God, why did I sleep with him? I should have told them both to leave.

“
You’re coming home with me,” Gio said while he absently traced a hand down her bare back.

Raising herself up on one elbow, Julia said, “
Didn’t we already discuss this?”

He smiled
devilishly and rolled her back so he was above her as he accepted her challenge. He claimed her mouth with his and held himself just above her, his hard dick nudging against her wet sex. His eyes burned with desire for her as he asked, “Do you have a condom in that drawer beside your bed?”

She’d never wanted to say yes so badly, but she didn’t. “No.”

Instead of being irritated by her answer, he arched himself off her and repositioned himself lower on the bed. He kissed the small swell of her stomach, then spread her legs wide and blew lightly on her exposed clit. “The only word I want you to say is ‘yes.’ ”

Even though her body was humming with need for him, she
shook her head. “No.”

Holding her eyes with his,
he spread her lower lips and licked her from back to front, lingering on her growing nub. His other hand slid beneath her to squeeze her ass possessively. “I’m going to enjoy changing your mind.”

Julia clenched the comforter on either side of her as he plunged his tongue inside her, withdrew, then plunged in again.
He rubbed her clit firmly with a rhythm that sent fire shooting through her. He blew lightly on her nub again. His tongue was everywhere while his fingers continued their war on her senses. He replaced his tongue with two fingers and found a spot that sent Julia out of her mind.