I come so hard, I go momentarily numb in the aftermath. It’s explosive enough for that long-dormant Catholic part of me to mutter a truncated version of an Act of Contrition, even though there’s no priest around to hear it, and I’m certainly not going to sully the ears of one with my impure acts.
I do a thorough job soaping myself and rinsing it all away, being that I’ve really only had one shower for a good three days or so. When I’m done, I grab one of the towels to dry off and wrap around my waist. Chic & Basic is cool as hell, but not the sort of place that does fluffy hotel robes.
I walk over to the one unobstructed window and open it to look out on the street below from the railing beyond it. The city is already awake, and two girls who are looking at their phone below me briefly look up and smile suggestively when they see how minimally I’m dressed. They wave up at me. I grin and wink, then disappear back into the room.
When I make my way around to where the bed is, Leira is up and sitting back against the headboard, the covers up around her chest.
“You’re up,” I say, my brow rising.
“With a raging headache, and practically naked,” she notes, only one of her brows rising.
“I didn’t want you to wrinkle your dress,” I say with a grin.
“How gentlemanly of you,” she sasses, before wincing in pain and pinching her forehead.
I laugh and walk over to grab my jeans. I’ll just go commando until we can buy some new clothes. It isn’t just my body that’s feeling the filth of the last few days.
“What…happened last night?” she asks.
I raise my eyes to find her scanning my body. The expression on her face is a mixture of desire and wariness, no doubt wondering what I did with this body while she was out of it last night. It sends another unfortunate surge of blood further south.
“Well, you did beg me, just as I predicted. As such, I had no choice but to accommodate.”
“Stop,” she says, her voice dripping with disdain. “I know we didn’t do that. I wasn’t that far out of it. But I don’t exactly remember you getting me out of my dress.”
“It isn’t as though I haven’t already seen everything, Leira.” I laugh and pull up my jeans underneath the towel. After zipping up and buttoning my fly, I let the towel drop.
For some reason, that has her eyelashes fluttering. “Never mind.”
I tilt my head to consider her. “Do you remember anything you said?”
I expect her face to grow darker, or for her to avert her gaze in embarrassment. Instead, she looks me straight in the eye.
“I do.”
I stare back, absorbing how certain she seems of herself right now. “Do you regret it?”
“I don’t,” she says, after only the briefest pause.
A slow, appreciative smile spreads my lips. “Good.”
“You said something when you were carrying me. I only vaguely remember it.”
The smile turns into a grin that completely overtakes my face. I lean down, placing my hands on the bed as I draw in closer to her.
“I did. And if you don’t remember what it was, trust me, I’ll be reminding you soon enough.”
She twists her lips and rolls her eyes away, but I see the brief look of pleasure color her features.
“I’m going to take a shower as well,” she says, sliding her body to the other edge of the bed. After twisting to place her feet on the floor, she throws off the covers so I see nothing but her bare back, long curly hair, and white panties. It’s too reminiscent of her on the beach that first day, looking like some sea goddess.
When she stands up to walk over to the shower, I get only a fleeting glimpse of her front side, breasts softly bouncing with each step. Something about that quick flash does more for me than a full-on peep show would.
Leira disappears into the shower, and I realize just how little those small white strings obscure her. She must have seen everything while I was in there. I smirk and shrug it off.
Better she finds out now just how human I really am.
I pull on my shirt and jump onto the bed. Leaning against the headboard, I watch her half-visible body as she washes. No detour into masturbatory territory, sadly. But this is enough to get my juices flowing.
When she’s done, I watch her use the towel to dry her hair and body, then wrap around herself.
“Maybe we can find a place to get some pain killers. My head is throbbing, and I think I might hurl, to put it graphically,” she says as she comes back around to the bed.
“I have a better idea. Huevoes y cervezas.”
Chapter Thirty-Nine Leira
We’re at one of the many outdoor cafes in this city, enjoying our hangover cure. This morning’s conversation, not to mention last night’s verbal vomit, is still weighing on my mind. Mostly because of the implications.
I didn’t exactly beg Enrique, but I did pretty much throw myself at him. This morning when he pressed me, I doubled down.
With absolutely no regrets.
Maybe it’s because he didn’t take advantage, which he so easily could have. Odd, considering the various ways he’s taken full advantage of me since he first kidnapped me from that lagoon.
But that period seems like a lifetime ago. So much has happened since then, and has yet to happen in the near future.
And we’re in this together.
“I can’t believe they serve alcohol this early,” I say, taking a hesitant sip of my beer. I don’t quite have the
