Chapter 32
The moment his mouth is on mine, I forget everything.
Why I left on Saturday. How I spent two whole days with a confused mind. That we’re wrong together.
I just need him.
His kiss isn’t like any he’s ever given me. It’s needy but also punishing. As if his mouth challenges me to deny that I want him. As if he, in his entirety, forces me to confess that I’m his.
But just as I’m starting to lose myself, he pulls away, leaving me weak and needy against the door.
At first, I can’t believe he backed off.
I can’t open my eyes. I crave a little more of what we have when we touch.
Seconds pass, and he doesn’t come back, so I finally force myself to wake up from the dream.
I try to keep a neutral expression, but by now, you can all imagine what a terrible liar I am.
Like the first time I saw him, his powerful figure impacts me.
He’s looking at me. Observing every part of me.
The black stilettos, the tight jeans, the short jacket, and the top underneath that shows a part of my abdomen.
“You went out with a guy.” It’s not what he says but his tone that drives me completely crazy.
“Are you going to finish what you started?” I ask to make it clear that if he doesn’t decide about us, I won’t be waiting forever.
“Who is he?”
“Melissa’s friend, although you have no right to meddle in that.”
In an instant, he’s back on me. “Like hell I don’t.”
“Just because you gave me incredible orgasms doesn’t make you my owner.” I never thought I’d have the courage to say something like that, but frustration and longing get the better of me.
He looks at me in silence, in a silent battle of wills. I think at this moment it’s hard to tell which of us is angrier.
When I think he’s going to start arguing again, he grabs my neck and invades my mouth in a kiss so deep, hot, and wet that the pulsation between my thighs becomes painful. This time, however, before he can pull away, and as much as I don’t want to do it, I push him away.
“No. You’re not going to touch me, drive me crazy and needy for more, only to change your mind and treat me like I’m just an acquaintance.
” I walk to the window, putting some distance between us.
“You don’t even let me touch you back, for God’s sake.
What am I to you, Guillermo? A fling? A virgin doll who likes to go crazy with that sinful mouth? ”
“You’re not a fling to me.”
I can see his clenched jaw, and from what little I know of him, I know that’s how he’s used to living life: controlling everything, including his emotions.
Not with me.
Either we dive into this crazy attraction together, or we’ll go our separate ways.
“I have no problem being a fling to you and you being one to me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not asking you to marry me, just to suspend these mixed messages.”
“There are no mixed messages. I asked you to have dinner with me to talk, and you said no. Instead, you went out with another man.”
I can see he’s on the verge of exploding, and aside from moments of intimacy, I’ve never felt him be so genuine.
That’s what I want.
“Yes, I went out with him. At least Logan doesn’t doubt what he wants.”
“You? He said he wants you?”
“Why not? Why couldn’t another man want me?” I put a confidence in my voice that I don’t really feel. That’s not me—or maybe it’s an Olívia that has just been presented to me. A woman who needs her man to admit what he feels.
“Because you’re mine.”
“I’ll have to disagree with that. Maybe that ship has already sailed and you missed your chance, Mr. Guillermo. Maybe I just want to have fun from now on.”
“Not a chance in hell.” He invades my personal space but doesn’t touch me. Despite that, he’s so close that I feel the heat of his breath. “You’ll always come with me. On my tongue, on my cock, on my fingers. You think I don’t want you enough, Olívia?”
He unbuttons his shirt, and I hold my breath.
It’s the first time he’s undressed when we’re together.
Guillermo seems to love seeing me naked, but he’s never let me truly touch him.
“You can leave or ask me to stop at any time.”
I lick my suddenly dry lips. “I don’t want you to stop.”
The sight of his muscular, hairless chest steals my breath away. He’s beautiful. What I felt that day, under the shirt, the abs, it’s all there, and I know that if he lets me, I’ll kiss every inch of that skin.
He pulls me to him by the nape of my neck.
He doesn’t kiss me, just brushing my lips with his. “Do you think I don’t desire you?”
He holds my hand, kisses the palm, and without waiting for it, puts it on top of his hard sex. I can’t help but move it up and down.
“Sweet Lord!” I exclaim.
Guillermo is big and thick, if the bulge I feel under his pants is any indication.
He takes off my jacket, kisses my collarbone, and then bites lightly.
I moan, already having surrendered to him, and increase the grip on his sex, but it’s not enough, so I lift my face to look at him. As I unbutton and unzip his pants, I ask, “Aren’t you going to stop me?”
“Do you want to touch me?”
“Yes.”
“Then there’s no chance I’ll stop you.” He nibbles on my ear, and I’m already dizzy and delirious with desire. “You’re so hot. You look so sexy dressed like this.” He runs his hand down my back, and when he feels it’s naked, he moves away a little. “No bra?”
“The top didn’t allow me to wear one.”
He says nothing and undoes the tie behind my neck. The silk fabric falls, leaving my breasts exposed.
Instead of touching them like I thought he would, he picks me up and lays me on the bed. He takes off his pants and kicks his shoes off but keeps on his underwear. Then he’s hovering over me. He doesn’t seem to be in a hurry, and I get lost in his face.
Is it normal that even with the short time we’ve known each other, I already feel such a deep connection?
Don’t think about it now, Olívia.
Trying to focus only on the physical, I close my eyes.
“No. Open them. I want you to see everything.” He’s still hovering over my body. One hand is on the bed, but he lifts the other and runs his thumb over my nipple.
I squeeze my thighs and let out a moan.
“Are you horny, love?”
He lightly pinches, and I squirm, my body already completely invaded by lust. I spread my legs, inviting him, and he comes between them.
The hand that was playing with my breast is replaced by his rough, warm tongue, while his fingers land on my jeans. He massages me right where I need it, and my body trembles.
The reaction triggers something in him, as his self-control seems to crumble.
In seconds, he takes off my high heels and then, in a not very gentle movement, pulls off my pants and lingerie in one go.
Now I’m completely naked.
When I feel his hand cupping my sex, I know it’s no longer a choice. I am his.