Chapter 30
Chapter Thirty
Esteban
There’s something about seeing Eva across the table from me, sunlight catching in the strands of her hair, her eyes lighting up as I talk, that makes the food taste better. Or maybe I’m just that far gone for her.
I take a sip of my coffee and grin. “McNeal called this morning. He’s flying in tomorrow to sign the contract. His lawyer is already in town with all the paperwork. We’re finally making this thing official.”
Eva’s face lights up. “That’s amazing, Esteban. I’m so proud of you.”
Hearing her say that does something to me. Makes me want to kiss her until the entire coffee shop disappears.
But I don’t.
Not yet.
I won’t kiss her in front of people until she lets me talk to Noah. I can’t imagine what he’d do if someone from town told him I was kissing his sister in the middle of the day—in his wife’s coffee shop, no less.
Nope. I value my life.
“Thank you,” I murmur. “I wouldn’t have made it if it wasn’t for you.”
She’s smiling at me when it happens.
“Eva?”
The voice cuts through the cozy space like a knife.
I look up and see him, slick suit, gelled-back hair, carrying himself like he owns the damn place. My mood shifts instantly. My body tenses as I instinctively reach for Eva's hand, I don’t know who he is, but I don’t like the way he is looking at us.
Eva blinks, caught off guard. “Brandon? What are you doing here?”
Who the fuck is Brandon? Is he the ex-boyfriend? I think he is, she described him as a lame motherfucker, and he totally looks like one.
His smile is all smug and surface. “I’m here for business. What are you doing?” His tone is condescending, the kind that makes my hackles rise. I square my shoulders and stare him down, but Eva beats me to it.
“I’m here with my boyfriend, Esteban.”
The word boyfriend coming from her mouth makes something settle deep in my chest. But Brandon’s face tightens.
“Oh, so you moved on pretty quickly. I guess that’s why you haven’t answered any of my texts and you blocked me everywhere?”
Eva lifts her chin, cool and confident. “I thought you’d get the hint when I didn’t answer any message or call.”
He scoffs. “I see. So this is the new guy? You trading up from lawyers to... construction workers now? Guess you’ve got a thing for dirt under the nails and secondhand trucks.”
I’m halfway out of my seat, ready to shove this asshole back to whatever rock he crawled out from under, but Eva squeezes my hand tight and beats me to it again.
“You don’t get to talk to me like that, Brandon,” she says, voice sharp enough to cut through his designer bullshit.
“You don’t get to question my choices or show up and act like you still have a say in my life.
You had your chance, and you blew it. I’m happy now, really happy and it has nothing to do with you. ”
Brandon’s smug expression falters. Good.
“Now,” Eva adds, ice in her tone, “if you’ll excuse us, we were in the middle of lunch.”
He stands there for a second, like he wants to say more, but he doesn’t. He turns and walks away—stiff, silent, and looking like he just realized he’s not the center of the universe anymore.
I stare after him, still ready to throw him through the door if needed. But then I turn back to Eva, and all I can think is how lucky I am to have her.
“You didn’t need me to step in,” I say, stunned and so damn proud. “You were fire.”
She shrugs, playful now. “What can I say? He brings it out of me.”
I reach across the table and thread my fingers through hers.
“He’s not the one who gets your fire anymore.”
“No,” she says, smiling at me. “You are.”
And damn, does that feel good.
I shake my head and mutter loud enough for Eva to hear, “That guy looks like he irons his socks and cries when his gel runs out.”
Eva snorts, nearly choking on her sip of iced coffee. “Stop,” she laughs, swatting at my arm. “You’re terrible.”
“Terrible?” I raise a brow. “Mi amor, I’ve been restrained. You didn’t even let me unleash the full roast. I had at least three more insults ready to go.”
She grins, cheeks still pink from laughter. God, I love that look on her.
We finish our lunch and coffee, and I walk her back to the salon. It’s just across the street, but we take our time like we’ve got miles to go. The short walk is filled with little jokes and soft touches, her hand brushing mine, her shoulder bumping into me playfully. I can't stop looking at her.
Once we reach the salon door, I lean against the frame, not ready to let her go just yet.
“I’ll see you tonight?” I ask, even though I already know the answer.
She nods, smiling. “Of course. I’ll bring dessert.”
I lean in and kiss her on the cheek. “See you at home,” I murmur against her cheek.
She pulls back, gives me that soft, teasing grin that wrecks me every time. “Try not to miss me too much.”
Too late.
By the time we finish dinner and devour the dessert she brought—some kind of sinful chocolate creation—I pull her into the living room and crank up the salsa music. I’m determined to teach her at least the basic steps.
“Okay, ready?” I ask, holding out my hands.
Eva eyes me like I just asked her to perform brain surgery. “I already told you, I’m terrible at this.”
“That’s what I’m here for,” I say, smirking. “Come on, mi amor. It’s just uno, dos, tres… then back. Easy.”
It’s not easy. Not for her. She steps on my foot twice, spins the wrong way, and somehow ends up laughing so hard she’s wiping tears from her eyes.
“This is a disaster,” she says between gasps.
“No, this is fun,” I say, laughing with her. “You’re just… rhythmically challenged.”
She narrows her eyes at me. “Oh, you want rhythm?”
“I do,” I say, smirking. “But I think we need a different kind of rhythm.”
I pull away and walk over to the speaker, grabbing my phone. “Let’s upgrade from salsa to something with a little more... bite.”
She tilts her head, curious. “What are you doing?”
I scroll through my playlist and tap the screen. A second later, the unmistakable beat of Sexy Movimiento by Wisin & Yandel pulses through the room.
Her eyes light up. “Now we’re talking.”
I toss my phone on the counter, grab her hand, and pull her close with a wicked grin. “Let’s see if you remember what I taught you last time we danced to reggaetón.”
She turns around, hips already moving like she was born for this beat. I step behind her and pull her into me, hands finding her waist naturally like they’ve been doing it forever. We fall into sync without effort, bodies moving to the music like it’s just another language we both speak.
Only this time, I get to touch her. I get to kiss her.
My mouth finds the soft skin of her neck as we move together, and then I lean in to sing low in her ear, “Tienes un cuerpo brutal y todos los hombres desearían tocar…”
She lets out a breathless laugh, her body still moving against mine. “Translation, please?”
Spinning her to face me, my hand on the small of her back, eyes locked on hers. “You have an amazing body… and every man would want to touch it.”
Her smile lights up her whole face, and I press my forehead to hers, whispering, “I love your body, mi amor. And I can’t get enough of you.”
She bites her lip, eyes sparkling. “Good. Because I’m not going anywhere.”
Neither am I.
I kiss her slow and deep, our bodies still swaying to the music. Her lips are soft, but the way she kisses me, hungry, confident, makes my blood rush straight to my cock. My hands trail down her back, then lower until I’m gripping a handful of her ass and pulling her flush against me.
She gasps a quiet, breathy moan and I feel it in every part of me. Her fingers slide up my chest, curl into my shirt, then she pulls back just enough to give me a wicked little smile.
“Sit,” she commands.
I don’t even pretend to resist, dropping onto the couch, my legs spread slightly as I lean back, already knowing what’s coming.
She starts moving again, right in front of me, hips swaying, eyes locked on mine like she owns me.
And she totally does. Hell, if this is how she kills me, I’ll die smiling.
I run my hand over my jaw, watching her, completely mesmerized as she keeps dancing to the beat of the music.
Then, slowly, she reaches for the hem of her shirt. My breath catches. She lifts it up and over her head, revealing perfect curves that I swear I’ve dreamed about every fucking night.
My hands twitch at my sides, aching to touch her again. But I don’t move.
Not yet.
I just stare, my voice low and full of awe. “Eva…”
She steps closer, placing her hands on my shoulders, her bare skin warm under my fingertips as I slide my hands around her waist. Her lips hover just above mine, eyes soft and full of heat.
“You were saying something about not getting enough of me?” she whispers as the music keep playing.
I grin up at her. “Yeah, mi amor. And I meant every word.”
Reaching over my head, I tug on my shirt, pulling it off before dropping it to the floor. And I let her fucking feast. I love how her hungry eyes wash over my body, taking in every contour, every muscle, every inch that I’ve built over time.
“Fuck,” she murmurs right before she sits on my lap and pulls me into her, causing me to place both of my hands on her ass, gripping her hard and pull her towards my erection.
I capture her lips in a sensual kiss while roving my hands around her back.
Then I unclasp her bra and push it down her shoulders, seeing her perfect tits and pink nipples hard and ready to be played with.
Using both of my hands, I start to play with them as I capture her mouth again.
Our tongues colliding on a dance as I keep playing with her.
She groans into my mouth as her center presses against my rock-hard cock.
I move my hands down towards her hips and move her against me.
My pants and her leggings are in the way but I don’t care.
I move her faster and look at her as she is lost in the feel of everything.
Then she’s pushing away from me and kneeling in front of me.
Eye level with my dick, she pulls down my pants, along with my brief, freeing my erection right in front of her.
I don’t even have time to gasp before her tongue swirls around the tip of my cock.
“Puneta… que rico,” I say as I place one of my hands on her head. Grabbing a fistful of hair.
It feels so fucking good.
She bobs her mouth over my length, sucking as she moves down, sucking even harder as she moves back up.
Her grip at the base is fucking tight, and as she continues to suck and tease, I can feel my body climb, my orgasm driving my need to go deeper.
If she keeps sucking me like this, I’ll come in her mouth and I want to do that inside her wet, warm pussy.
“Mi amor, I want to be inside you when I come.” I pull her head off my cock and caress her face. “I love what you are doing but I need your pussy,” I say as I lean down on the couch.
“Sit on my face and let me eat your pretty pussy,” I look at her waiting for her to do just that.
Her eyes light up as she reaches for the waist of her leggings, pushing them down to the floor along with her panties. Then she comes closer and sits on my face.
I press a kiss right to her arousal, and she sucks in a harsh breath before I languidly run my tongue along her slit. It’s slow and methodic, letting the flat of my tongue do all the work.
“Just like that, Esteban” she groans as her tense body melts into me. The sound of my name coming from her voice makes me feel like a fucking king.
I use my hands to grab her ass and knead each cheek, using one finger to press around her hole. I have never touched her in this area, but I need to see her reaction because some day I will fuck her right there.
“Yes… oh my God, yes. Play with me, Esteban.”
Jesus.
Sweat breaks over my back from her pleas. I guess I can fuck her in the ass very soon. I press harder against her puckered hole, and she starts to move her hips against my face. I want to make her come. Multiple times. I want her writhing, screaming my name.
I run the tip of my tongue over her clit and watch as she moans loudly.
I keep lapping and sucking, enjoying how she keeps moving faster against my mouth.
I stop touching her ass and move down to her entrance, entering her with two fingers while I continue to lap at her arousal.
I pick up my pace, thrusting in and out of her over and over again.
“Yes… Yes… fuck… please…” she cries out, her body tensing at her impending orgasm. Her legs start to clamp around my head.
“Esteban…Ahhh, fuck!” she screams right before I feel her walls tighten, and she’s coming all over my face. She uses my tongue as her personal fuck toy, rocking against it and searching out every last ounce of her orgasm until she’s wiped.
“Wow,” she whispers as she pushes off me, sitting down on the floor right next to me to catch her breath. I smile at her, pleased with my performance.
“You okay?” I ask with a smirk.
“What was that?” she asks with wonder on her voice.
“That was me, pleasuring my woman.” At my words Eva chuckles.
I stand from the couch and squat down to pick her up from the floor. Walking us to my room and placing her on the bed, I look down at her and stare. She is just beautiful. Naked and sweaty and looking so damn perfect on my bed. “I need you.” I say as I keep staring at her body.
“Then have me. I’m yours.” Those words are my undoing.