In Love With You

ONE

I feel a squeeze of happiness in my heart to see my brother, Daniel, and my best friend, Julie, together and so in love at their engagement party.

This was a full ups and downs for both of them, and to see them overcome all of that, and in such a beautiful way, is really exciting. I can"t wait to hold my nephew or niece in my arms. I cannot deny that this very romantic party, which celebrates the unconditional love of the two, awakens deep feelings in me... the kind I had no idea I could feel. And I don"t even want to.

I walk among the guests, greeting the people I meet, while taking on the role of hostess so that my favorite couple can enjoy the moment together. I know most of the people present and I do my best to pay attention to each one. All this to escape from a look that looks for me in the middle of the party all the time.

Not that I"m succeeding. He"s not the kind of guy you can ignore for long. His presence dominates the environment and chills my neck whenever I feel him close.

We have been "together" for almost three years, and strangely enough, no one has any idea about it. I mean, we"re not together really. It"s more like, they say, we"re just a fling.

reallyjust a flingOur chemistry exploded at a mutual friend"s party. I don"t know if it was thanks to the mixture of a vodka-soaked evening, loud music, provocative dancing and a crazy party, where the only guest we knew was each other, besides the host. We ended up spending the whole party together - just the two of us-which we had never done before, even though he had been practically part of the family for so many years.

The party ended at his house. We spent the night together, lost in perfect, maddening chemistry. And a terrible crisis of conscience a few days later. He"s one of my brother"s best friends. If Daniel found out, he"d annoy us.

After that night, I decided to do a specialization in San Francisco for a period of six months. I went without looking back, determined to forget what had happened, those blue eyes, those kisses... and other things more.

When I came back, I was feeling safer, believing I was cured of that disease called Zach delicious Taylor. Sweet mistake. Those blue eyes chased me around every corner - just like they do now. I obviously couldn"t resist and fell back into those strong arms for weeks of hot, maddening s*x.

cureddeliciousShortly thereafter, I landed an internship at one of San Francisco"s largest law firms and left again, leaving Zach and our secret case behind once again. I was very homesick and, as much as I didn"t want to admit it, the lack he made was driving me crazy.

So, seven months later, I returned to Los Angeles and into his arms... But Zach was different. Our relationship had changed. The sweet and seductive man became demanding. In bed and out. Obviously, the strong woman that I am rebelled. I was not the kind of girl who let herself be dominated by anyone. I have always been very independent and would never submit to a man... no matter how nice he was. So, I walked away from him again.

But after months of unsatisfying relationships, lack and homesickness, we see each other again. We kept meeting on the sly and ended up taking the power games inside four walls. When I finally gave myself completely, submitting my body to him - sexually, let me be clear - our relationship reached a new level. Zach seemed to have been delighted with my acceptance and in bed, he was the best of lovers. His care for me, his concern for my pleasure and the way he complimented me, were incomparable, and our moments together became more and more intense, seductive and unforgettable.

When I finally got carried away by Zach and his intensity, I was surprised in the best possible way. I thought being with him and giving up control would make me feel trapped in an inflexible relationship. But the complete opposite happened. He was a gentleman with me, gentle, even loving. Before, I thought he wanted to dominate me, but I saw that what I feared couldn"t be further from the truth. All he wanted was conduct our relationship to provide us with more pleasure. I lost my shame and fear. We had no holds or constraints. Between the two of us, all that existed was mutual respect, desire – a lot of desire – affection and passion.

That"s why I"m running away from his gaze during the party. I know that the moment my eyes meet his, I will be lost. Needless to say, we don"t need a place to get carried away, do we? Zach has an enviable and unshakable creativity.

I know it very well.

Obviously, I can"t avoid it for long. He"s smart – I"m afraid to say a lot smarter than I am. He places himself well within reach of my eyes as I make my way to the next table.

I can"t hold a breath. Why did he have to be so beautiful? He was wearing jeans and a teal shirt, which highlights his muscular chest. Blonde hair, almost long too much, it sways with the wind from the beach, giving it that wild air that I like so much. And his absurdly blue eyes are in a slightly darker shade than usual, which is what they look like when desire takes over your body.

We know each other so well that we communicate through our eyes. Oh, damn it! His look says: Into the house, now!

Oh, damn it!Into the house, now!I know exactly what he wants, but I play it cool, and I go over to say hello to some of Daniel"s friends. His look now shouts me. I can almost hear his voice in my ear, speaking impatiently: Don"t test me, Princess. I excused the boys and one of them, who was leaving, gave me a kiss on the cheek. I felt Zach"s gaze burn me. Christ! I can almost touch the tension that emanates from this tracker that I lov... that I like. Yes. I like.

shoutsDon"t test me, PrincesstrackerlikeI walk towards him, who is leaning against the railing of the deck, our gazes locked on each other. Halfway through, he made me stop and discreetly indicates the direction I should go. He leaves the porch and enters the house.

I don"t even stop to think. I turn around and go after him, walking straight past the guests. I walk into the house looking around, trying to figure out where he is. I see the front door slam and I imagine he"s the one who got out. Oh, dear, where is Mr. Delight taking me?

I leave the house, still on his trail, and see him get to his car and open the door. I go crazy every time I see him next to that imposing sports car. He tasted so good that I wanted to bite him. Ummm.

Ummm- Zach? Damn it, Zach, where are you going? - I ask, annoyed, seeing him prepare to leave. Freeze to me look at the intensity of his gaze. The sky-blue of his eyes is very dark.

- Get your car, Princess. - The eyes flicker with a dangerous glare. This mouth of yours will still get you in trouble - he says with a malicious smile, opens the car and gets in.

- Zach... - I try again, this time with a less defiant tone in my voice.

- Honey, what are you waiting for? - he asks in a soft voice, contrasting with all its intensity. I shudder in anticipation.

I raise my hands to the sky, losing patience.

- Oh, good. It"s okay, Zach. I"ll get the car. But you know you"re not in charge in this relationship. Nor in me - I grumble. He opens a little smile, as if he wants to tease me, and his dimple appears. I turn around, trembling, already predicting what would come next. I stop on the way when he answers me.

- Princess, of course I don"t command you... only in your body when you are with me. But I can"t wait to have you in my arms. So, if you"re as crazed with desire as I am, get in the car and come. Now.

NowI go to the car, start it and follow him along the beach road. My God. This man drives me crazy. I didn"t even say goodbye to people, I think to myself, shaking my head. But he has that power over me, you know? Mr. Delight says: Jump. And I don"t even ask the height. Not that I"m going to confess that to him.

My GodJumpWe walk all the way across Santa Monica beach, and when we get close to Pacific Park, he enters the Fairmont, the best hotel in the whole city. Wow! I feel my body vibrate in anticipation. I can"t wait to get to the room so I can lose myself in his arms once again.