Devil's Heat

CHAPTER 2

Gregorio's strides grew longer as the sound of Pamela's high-pitched voice trailing him became

more piercing with every step. He muttered curse words under his breath, trying to ignore her,

and didn’t notice when he stumbled into someone. She smelt so good and although there was a

tinge of alcohol in her scent, it drove him mad.

“Are you okay?” she asked, and the soft slurring tone of her voice caused him to look up and

stare into her big baby blue eyes that widened and dimmed simultaneously. It was obvious she

was drunk. And judging by the half emptied bottle that laid carefree beside her, it was as clear as

day.

She was the girl he had seen through the window earlier and although he didn’t have a good look

at her a few moments ago, he knew she was very pretty. And seeing her up close now made him

realize that he wasn’t far off. Heck, she being called pretty would be one of the biggest

understatements ever.

“Greg?”

“Damnit,” he muttered at the loud tone of Pamela’s voice that resonated around. He tried to rush

off by maneuvering around the mystery lady but before he could turn, she held his arm in an

attempt to stop him but this movement caused them both to fall into the blue glistening pool. “Baby!” Pamela screeched out the moment she got to the side of the pool to see them both in.

Her heterochromia eyes which consist of blue on the left side and red on the other widening like

saucers.

He needed to get away from Pamela. He most definitely wasn’t ready to go over what had

happened six months ago at the last function he attended. He stared at the lady he had fallen in

the pool with in front of him, lips slightly parted and a little out of breath, he knew what he had

to do. He grabbed her face and pressed his lips on her soft moist ones.

Her lips tasted like alcohol and pool water mixed with chocolate chips dipped in honey. It was an

intoxicating combination, and he felt his body respond to hers. He hadn't felt such chemistry with

someone in a long time. She moaned softly, and he felt his body throb with desire.

But then, the sound of heels pounding against the pavement brought him back to reality. He

jerked away from her and looked around. Pamela was nowhere to be seen. He sighed loudly once

she was out of sight and returned his attention to the lady. Her hair was wet from the water, her

tight black dress clung to her body like a second skin and her lips were swollen. All he wanted to

do at that moment was kiss her and run his hands over her body but she was a stranger and was

also drunk. He’d never take advantage of her. He walked out of the pool and stretched out his

hand towards her which she accepted.

She stumbled against him and coughed out water before placing her hands on his shoulders to

steady herself. He felt her shiver against him and pulled off his wet blazer to wrap around her.

“I’m sorry for putting you in such a position. It wasn’t intentional.”

“It’s fine. I didn’t mind the kiss.” she giggled softly and ran her hands around his chest. “I don’t

mind you doing it again.”

Elizabeth didn’t know what she was doing. Maybe she did and the alcohol just seemed to control

her actions more than her brain but she did knew just one thing though. She was drunk as hell and horny. She hadn’t had

physical touch with any man for years now and his kiss ignited something deep in her. She took

a close look of the man in front of her. His figure and face was still blurry but judging by his

musky scent and strong muscles, she knew he definitely wasn’t an old, disgusting man and

judging by the way his mouth moved against hers, she was sure he knew how to work his mouth.

A soft moan escaped her lips.

“You’re drunk. Why don’t I get you dried up so you can get some rest.”

She smiled sultrily at him and fluttered her eyelashes up at him as she said, “Okay.”

Her movements were fluid throughout the walk with her stumbling over continuously. When

they got to the suite, she leaned into him and inhaled, loving his masculine scent.

He led her unsteady body to his bar and pulled out a glass of water.

“This will ease up the effect,” he said softly, his eyes darting to her full breasts and the way they clung to her body because of how wet her body was from the pool water.

She gulped down the water from the cup, her eyes not leaving his as she did.

“I’m pretty cold. How about you help me out of my clothes?” she smiled mischievously and bit on her bottom lip way too slowly for his sanity.

“You’re drunk. I’ll get you something to change into. You’re soaking wet.”

Her lips curved up into a smirk and the gravity of his unintended s****l innuendo dawned on him.

“Dammit!” he swore under his breath and groaned in frustration at the rise of his manhood

“I am soaking wet, ”she repeated his words slowly and got up from the stool unsteadily. “Why don’t you change that for me,” she whispered erotically in his ear and kissed the back of his neck. Unable to resist her charm, Greg yanked at the buttons of his shirt and dropped the moist cloth

on the tiled floor. “Your turn,” he said, and helped her out of her clothes. She was not not

wearing anything underneath, save for a red pants.

His body stirred as she placed a warm kiss on his chest. He could not remember the last time a

woman drove him into a frenzy as he was. He lifted her effortlessly and took her to the bed,

aware of every curve of her body.

She moaned when she felt his erection on her body and writhed provocatively against him.

Unable to restrain himself, Greg stripped down and joined her in the bed. He kissed her again

and as he did, he joined their bodies. She gasped. He stopped.

Greg did not want to believe the conclusion his mind was drawing. She was too tight he feared

he may have hurt her.

As if she was reading his mind, she laughed softly and said, “No, I'm not a virgin. It's just been

so long.” She shifted again and wrapped her legs around him.

That was all Greg needed. He kissed her passionately and at the same time tried to be gentle with

her. Her body soon relaxed under his. However, as the tension in their bodies grew, so did his

thrusts. When she moaned again, he kissed her and stifled the sound. A low groan escaped him

as he approached climax. He wanted to hold off, but her shuddering body did not help. She

gasped and a cry of sheer pleasure escaped her lips.

Her erotic movement beneath him touched his body and pushed him over the edge into a

torrential wave that washed over him repeatedly. He groaned out loud as the last muscle in his

body strained against the satiated feeling he now felt. He sank into her, loving her warm body.

When she tried to move and couldn't, he quickly moved her over so she was on top of him, not

wanting to crush her under his own weight.

Sated, he held her in his arms and closed his eyes, welcoming the sleep that now took him into a

land of total, blissful darkness.

HOURS LATER

Elizabeth woke up and the first thing that she was aware of was the banging in her head. She

wanted to groan but her throat was parched. She opened her eyes and saw that she was on a bed.

She thought she was in her apartment until she was that the environment was not familiar. She

frowned.

Then her mind started piecing snippets and flashes of scenes together and she finally made sense

of where she was. She tried to move but something was holding her down. When she looked, she

saw it was the muscular arms of the stranger she had just made love with.

She gently pried herself from his embrace and dressed herself. She ordered a ride and took a

quick look around the room to make sure she was not forgetting anything. Then her gaze fell on

the face of the stranger and her breath caught. He was drop-dead gorgeous it almost made

Elizabeth regret having to leave him. But she knew she must. He could not wake up to meet her

with him.

Exhaling shakily, she opened the door which opened noiselessly and walked away from the first

man she had made love with in almost two years, making a mental decision that she would not

meet him again.