“We’re almost there, Papi,” I whisper into the cabin of the pickup he keeps here, and that his cousin did me the favor of dropping off at the private airstrip his family uses while traveling to and from the country. At once, Javier’s hand clenches and his chest expands: his tells. The man has a weakness for when I speak his native tongue.
I could be telling him to drop dead in Spanish, and he’d throb for me.
“Thank you, Muñeca.” His voice is strained and I smile, playing right along with him, finding it sexy that he plays this game. We both know. We both tease. “Do you have anything to drink here? I’m feeling a little parched.”
Smooth, baby. Always so smooth.
Signaling the men in front and behind us by flashing my emergency lights, I pull over and they follow, not exiting their cars but staying far enough away not to see inside but be ready if needed. I have a cold bottle of passion fruit juice and I remove my seatbelt before twisting the cap and leaning over. My lips are at his chin as I place the opening to his lips. My teeth embed themselves into his neck as he swallows, moaning a little at the end.
We stay like this until he pulls back, having had his fill while I litter his skin with little marks of my possession. Bringing my mouth to his ear, I kiss the shell. “Is that enough, or do you need more?”
For a minute he remains quiet. The only sound inside the truck is his heavy breathing and the click, click, click of the emergency signal.
But then he turns his head with those beautiful eyes I love covered and grabs me. Javi’s hand skims up my arm and then shoulder, wrapping around the nape of my neck, and then my mouth is against his. His exhale is my inhale, soft lips move against my own, and I moan at the sweet taste of his juice and that simply delicious flavor that is all him.
The kiss is not frantic, nor is it sloppy with his lack of visibility.
In reality, it’s perfect. Passionate and consuming. Burning me from the tips of my toes to the place where his skin is on mine, holding me captive, and I part my lips for him with a wanton whimper, a sound he swallows with his own groan reverberating across my sensitive lips.
“Now I’m satisfied,” he says hoarsely, flicking the tip of his tongue against my bottom lip. Javi never stopped kissing me between words, nor does he release me after pulling back. Instead, our foreheads touch and his nose rubs against mine with such softness that my eyes tear up. God, I love this man. He’s my everything. “For now.”
“For now?” And damn it, I’m smiling against him like an idiot.
“That’s for me to understand—”
“And for me to find out. Maybe on the next holiday?”
“Careful, pretty doll.” A threat that only causes goose bumps to rise and for a shiver to rush through me. “You’re asking to be punished.”
“A possibility you enjoy.” Removing his hand from my neck, I lick Javier’s chin and then push him back. He follows my lead and I buckle up, pulling off the side of the road and the other two vehicles do the same. The entrance to his land isn’t far and I drive around the one leading, speeding through the open gate waiting on us and then follow the winding road that drives deep into the Colombian land he owns. The pathway is made of pavers, a bit bumpy, but we are alone now as the others turned around after closing the gate behind me.
With the high beams on and the dense trees surrounding us, I pull into the driveway a few minutes later under a full moon. It shines down, illuminating the home and beside me the face of a man no longer wearing his eye covering.
Heated eyes look at me with barely contained hunger. “Run.”
“Now wait a minute, Javi.” Excitement flows through me, and he knows this, just like I know he’s hard and I will pay for it tonight on my back. “You’re not playing by my rules.”
“Run.”
“Behave.”
“Three.”
“Papi...” I trail off on a whimper because on my next breath, I’m across the bench seat and in his arms, held captive against his strong chest. “This isn’t fair.”
“One, and it’s fair to me.” Tone rough, Javier opens the door and drags me out with him. My feet never touch the ground, but they do meet behind his back as I wrap my legs tight around his waist. He never pauses. He never stops grabbing and touching and kneading my asscheeks as we ascend the small stairs that lead inside, only stopping long enough to kick the door closed behind us.
Then, we’re walking inside, eyes on each other. We pass the living room and entrance to the dining room on the left before reaching the stairs, which he takes two at a time. The entire place is dark, and silence surrounds us as we pause to kiss or just breathe beside the double doors.
Our need is palpable. Our desire is a flaming inferno breaking us down minute by minute.
Javier slams me against the wall, one hand behind my head while he rips his shirt off with the other. The fabric groans, the tearing sound filling the space while my hands help, pushing it off and then throwing it somewhere behind me.
And then it’s my turn.
My thin blouse meets the same fate while my jeans prove to be a little more difficult, and I can’t help but laugh at his frustrated growl. “Something funny, Muñeca?”
“No. More like perfect.” I run the blunt of my nails down his chest, stopping at the waistband of his pants. “I’m just enjoying your desire
