Her head bobbed at the response she received from the other end of the line. “Hang on, let me put you on speaker so I can multitask.” She pulled the phone away, poked at the screen and balanced it on top of a pot of lotion on her dresser. “Okay, I’m back.”
A female laugh filtered through the line and filled the room. “I suppose that depends on what you’re looking for.”
Becca pulled the elastic from her hair, leaving her pink tresses to cascade down her back. “What do you mean?” Her hands went to the hem of her shirt again, pulling the garment up and over her head.
“Are you going there to chat ooor are you going there for more orgasms?”
Becca’s fingers stilled on the snap of her jeans. Carefully, I moved a little to the left so I could see her reflection in the mirror. If the sight of her teeth digging into that lush bottom lip wasn’t enough to make my blood hot, the breathy words rolling off her tongue sure as shit did it.
“I definitely want more of those.”
The woman on the phone was speaking again but my brain blocked out her voice. All I could think about was sliding in behind Becca and smoothing both our hands down her stomach until we could dip our fingers between her thighs.
I wanted to lock eyes with her in the mirror, watch every second of her world exploding as our twined fingers brought her pleasure over and over again. The raw, desperate need coursing through my veins was so strong, I had no other choice than to shove my hand down my pants.
My gaze followed her movements as she slipped out of her jeans and reached behind her to unclasp her bra. Hips jerking forward, I steadily pumped into my palm. It wasn’t what I wanted, though. It’d been less than twenty-four hours and already I needed to be inside her as desperately as I needed my next breath.
“Ha ha, funny.” Becca’s sweet voice filled my ears. “I’m going to hop into the shower and then I’m off.”
“Text me when you get there?” her friend asked.
“I will.”
Becca poked the phone and slowly padded to the adjoining bathroom. Wanting my release to come from her, I pulled my hand from my pants. A second later, the sound of running water filtered through the room.
One… two… three…
I continued my slow count to fifteen before stepping out of the closet. Instead of getting the hell out of there, I headed for the open bathroom door. A cloud of steam covered the ceiling and fogged up the small space.
Still, I could see Becca’s naked silhouette behind the glass door. With her face tilted toward the spray of water, she smoothed both her hands over her hair. The image in front of me wasn’t crystal clear, but that didn’t matter. I knew what her curves looked like, felt like.
I would’ve given anything to get into that little stall with her and have her on her knees to finish what I’d started inside the closet.
But, I thought as I adjusted myself, I wouldn’t have to wait all that long to have her exactly like that.
Chapter Eight
Becca
I pressed my palm against my racing heart and took a deep breath. This nervousness coating my insides was absolutely ridiculous. Especially after the way I’d already lost all my inhibitions with this man.
It was also entirely possible that I was mistaking nerves with excitement.
Choosing to go with that line of thinking, I lifted my hand and tapped my knuckles against the imposing wooden door. I was not prepared for the sudden rush of emotion to wash over me when it swung open.
Something as important as breathing became almost impossible when faced with the sight of Santiago standing before me in slacks and a dress shirt with the cuffs rolled up over his inked forearms.
Beautiful did not do this man justice.
I wanted to wrap myself around him and rub against the dark scruff peppering his sharp jaw like a cat seeking attention.
“If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to fuck you right where you stand.”
I rolled my lip over my teeth and squeezed my thighs together. It was one stupid sentence, but the way he said it had my entire body going up in flames. Because, holy shit, I wanted that. I wanted him to have his way with me right there on his porch with absolute zero regard for who would see.
And then as if he knew my deepest, darkest thoughts, Santiago was right there. His mouth on me; big hands fisting my hair as I tasted the sweet slide of his tongue against mine. He pulled back and rasped Spanish words against my skin that I thought translated to “what the hell are you doing to me?”
With the level of turned on I was I couldn’t be sure of anything, though. Especially not when one of his hands slid between my legs. It didn’t matter that I was still fully dressed in my denim and t-shirt, not when the way he was rubbing me had shock waves zipping through my veins.
Without warning his dark head dipped, his mouth closing over my still-covered breast. Flicking his wrist, his hand moved faster, pressing harder against my throbbing nerve-endings. I threw my head back and gasped.
The sharp edges of his teeth sank into my skin. The sting of pleasure-pain enough to send me spiraling over the edge, free-falling into ecstasy. My entire body shook with the force of it. Air refusing to leave my lungs as I desperately tried to catch my breath.
“That’s it… Fall apart for me, princesa.”
His lips moved over my skin; kissing and nipping at my neck, my jaw, the corners of my mouth. He kissed me like I was something to be worshipped. I couldn’t remember a time where a something
