Taming The Wild CEO novel Chapter 47

Ella POV

Javier cooked them a really nice steak, and accompanied with a glass of wine, Ella could say that it was one of the best dinners she had ever had in her life.

“This is nice,” commented Ella as she took another sip of her wine.

“Having you here is nice.” Javier leaned forward and clinked his glass to hers then took a drink. “You know, I woke up that morning alone and I have never felt so lonely in my life.” He tilted his head as he placed the crystal glass carefully on the table. “Why did you leave?”

Ella took a deep breath and decided to tell him the truth. “Because we agreed that when the Monday morning came, things would go back to normal.”

“But what is normal, really?” he asked, lifting his brows and daring her to reply. He finished off his wine then started to clear out the table.

She followed behind him, carrying her glass of wine then leaned against the kitchen island as she watched him standing at the kitchen sink, the spray nozzle in one hand. Her gaze stuck on the stretch and pull of his thin sweater across his wide shoulders and big arms as he reached for a plate on the counter. He whistled as he rinsed in one side of the sink and bent over to put the cleaned plates in the dishwasher. No man had ever done her dishes, let alone her boss. Javier towering over the sink, squirting water all over, then bending over, was about the sexiest thing she’d ever seen in her life.

He rose and looked across his shoulder. “What some people think as normal might not be normal for others.”

“True.” Ella took a mouthful of wine and finished off her glass. “I was saving us from the awkward moment and saving myself from the walk of shame.” She walked closer to him, her shoes lightly thudding across the floor, then handed her glass to him and he started to wash it. “I would not have guessed you knew how to load a dishwasher.”

“Growing up, I spent a lot of time in the kitchen. I read abook by the window while my mum baked the fluffiest bread ever.” A smile appeared on his face and from his baby blues, she could tell that he was on his way to reminisce the memories. “I would eat it with brie cheese or butter. Mum would only let me finish it if I do the chores.”

It was quite hard to picture how normal it was for Javier growing up when he came from one of the richest, most powerful families in the world. “And did you?” Ella asked curiously. She had never thought of him as a kid but these last few days, she had been wondering how he had been like as a boy, surrounded by his siblings.

“Of course,” he gave her a prideful look as if she had just offended him by asking that question but then he broke into a laughter. “I paid the twins to do mine sometimes.”

“The twins?”

“Yeah. Draven and Declan.” For a moment he looked a bit forlorn and he quickly wiped that expression away. “You probably have met Declan. He is my brother who got married off to pay my grandpa’s promise.” When Ella was about to say something he waved his hand dismissively. “Don’t worry.” His blue eyes looked across at hers and slid to her mouth. “He ended up marrying his first love, the love of his life so it is all good.”

“How about Draven?”

His gaze slowly moved down her body, over her breasts and the curve her waist and hips in the tight skirt, all the way to her black shoes. “He ran away. Remember what Piers told you before about him being the cause of one of our brothers running away from home? Well, he was not lying. He did drive Draven away.”

“What? Where is he now?”

Javier shrugged. “We don’t know but we will never stop looking.”

“I hope you will find him and you all will be reunited again.” Her heart clenched and she ignored the tingle in her pulse.

“I hope so.” He raised his gaze to hers and dried his hands on a dish towel. One corner of his mouth lifted, and fine lines appeared in the corners of his eyes. “Anyway, tonight is about us.”

“What about us?”

He flipped the dish towel onto her shoulder, then moved into the dining room. Her gaze took a journey of its own, moving down the back of his shirt to the back pockets of his black pants. There were just some men on the planet who filled out a pair of pants to perfection. He was one of those guys.

“Don’t you think it is time we start being an adult?” he said as he returned with the bottle of wine. He put the bottle on the table and continued staring at her as if he was waiting for her to respond.

“We are being an adult by forgetting about it.”

A mischievous smile played on his lips. “What about what happened this morning?”

“What?”

He tossed the towel and moved behind her. He pushed her hand aside. “You know what.”

“What are you doing?”

“You are all knotted up.” He pressed his thumbs into the base of her neck and pushed inward. “You were so tense during dinner, I thought you were going to shatter.”

She had thought she might shatter, too, and his hands felt good. So good, she almost moaned out loud. Totally inappropriate, though, and she would stop him in a minute. “It has been a long day.” Then he pressed his thumbs into the base of her skull, rubbed in tight circles, and she put her hands on the counter to keep from melting into a puddle by his size fourteen loafers.

“I could not agree more. But what about what happened this morning? Do you really think you could forget about it?”

She dropped her head forward and her hair fell across her cheeks. “Yeah, sure. You should forget about it too”

He laughed and slid his thumbs beneath the collar of her blouse. “That is the thing though. I don’t want to forget.”

“There is no use of remembering it,” commented Ella lightly.

“Unbutton your shirt.”

Her body froze. “Are you drunk?”

She turned and put her hands on his chest to stop him. Through the thin fabric of his shirt, and the hard muscles of his chest, she could feel the beating of his heart, much faster than the slow smooth touch of his hands. “We can not do this, Sir.”

One of his hands moved across her bare shoulder to the side of her face. “I have been thinking about you a lot.” His lips touched hers, and her breath caught in her throat. “Thinking about you and wondering.”

“What?” Her fingers curled into his shirt.

“Wondering what it is about you that made me lose my mind.” His lips brushed hers, and hot little shivers tingled her spine. She could not help it. It was involuntary, just like her palms sliding up his chest, over his shoulder. His face was so close, his nose touched hers. She did not want him to lose his mind. She did not want to lose her mind, either. “Wondering what it felt like to wake up with you in my arms.” He slid his palms to her behind and cupped her bottom in his hands. “Don’t sneak out of my house again.”

She touched her most bottom lip. “I did not sneak.”

“You snuck.”

Was he really mad because she had left him two weeks ago? Ella took a deep breath and asked, “Are you upset because I did not wake you up before I left?”

“I am not upset.” He glanced away. “I do not get upset.” He looked back at her and let out a frustrated breath. “I don’t get hurt feelings. I am not a girl.”

That was such a ridiculous statement that she tried and failed not to smile. “I know you are not a girl. I think you proved it this morning.”

One corner of his mouth twitched. “You sore?”

“A little.”

He placed his hands on the sides of her face and looked into her eyes. “You are not some woman I picked up in a party, Ella. You are not a one night stand. Don’t sneak out on me.”

If she was not a one night stand or someone he had had sex to get it out of his system, then what was she? “Okay.”

He pressed her against him, against the long length of his erection just left of his zipper. “Stay with me tonight.” He rocked against her pelvis. “Stay with me, Miss Stanford”

Her breath caught in the top of her lungs, and she moaned a soft, “Yes.”

She could not think straight, then he kissed her, and she could not think at all. It started with a gentle press of his lips that she felt in the backs of her knees and the soles of her feet. Her heart pounded, and she opened her mouth beneath his. His tongue touched hers, warm and wet, and he tasted like suppressed aggression. Her pounding heart sped up, flooding every part of her body with liquid fire. Her emotions remained detached from the long, slow kiss, but her body was fully engaged. Aching with need. Itching for him to soothe the desire burning inside of her.

And the rest was history.