Carolina turned off the water, considered grabbing a robe, but instead put her clothes back on and walked into the bedroom.
Enrique’s eyes raked over her, but he didn’t move from his cross-legged sitting position at the end of the bed. “I, uh... Look, I don’t know what you want or feel comfortable with. You’re gorgeous, and I’d love nothing more than to show you just how much I want you, but as I’ve said, I don’t want you to feel pressured. I’ll keep my distance, or we could just cuddle, or I really could sleep on the floor if you like.”
Ah. Warmth filled her chest. He was just the sweetest. But she didn’t want to hold back. She didn’t have a reason to hold back. She didn’t necessarily expect to lose her virginity tonight, but what was the harm in indulging in a little fun?
“No, I don’t want you to sleep on the floor. I want to sleep wrapped in your arms—my head pressed against your chest.” She sat next to him at the edge of the bed.
He gulped and his eyes widened. “Carolina, I...” His voice was husky and deep. “Are you sure? We really don’t—”
She pressed her finger to his lips. They had done enough talking. “Kiss me, mi amor.”
His cautious smile turned into a sheepish grin. He kissed her lips, softly at first, and then with each kiss the intensity grew. His tongue probed her mouth as he cupped her face. These kisses were more dangerous than the previous times their mouths had met. They weren’t in front of a hospital, or on her farm, or in public. They were alone. In a hotel room. There was no need for them to stop.
Her belly ached. Was this really happening? How far were they going to go? Did she actually want to have sex tonight? Did he have protection?
She pushed all her thoughts out of her head. She wanted to be in the moment. Enjoy what was happening now. The stubble on his face grazing on her neck, the pressure of his hand on the swell of her back, the heat of his breath and hers commingling in the air. Yes, the beauty of this innocent budding love. She had dreamed for years of what this scenario would look like, and it was finally happening, and she wanted to savor every moment.
His teeth lightly gripped her lip and she moaned. He whispered into her ear, “Do you know how sexy you are?”
She most certainly didn’t but refused to derail the moment by launching into a diatribe about how she was shocked that he found her so attractive. Instead, she let out a nervous laugh. “Glad you think so. I think you’re so hot.”
She put her hands under his shirt and traced his muscles. His chest was so firm—she wanted to see it bare. She wanted to lift his shirt off but decided to wait. Maybe he wanted to undress her first? She didn’t know the rules on these things. Were there any? God, she was a mess.
He wrapped his arms around her back, his lower hand rubbingher bottom, and his kisses became harder and rougher. She slid her hands all over his body and rubbed his cock through his jeans. She could feel his hardness press against her and sensed how badly he wanted her.
And she wanted him, too. What would it be like to feel this man inside of her? Would it hurt? Feel good? Both? Would she really bleed everywhere? Would that freak him out?
Carolina! Stop!!!
She needed an intervention from her thoughts. The only thing that seemed to work was focusing on him.
So that was what she planned to do.
She leaned back on the bed, which caused Enrique to flash a dazzling grin. He slid beside her and pressed his body on top of hers. One of his hands interlaced with hers and he pinned the other above her head. That was so hot. Carolina was in control of so much of her life—well, clearly not her living situation, but her farm and her finances were hers to manage. It was so nice for this man to take the lead. The more he kissed her, the hotter she got. She writhed under his body, her core aching for him. So, this was what it was like—this raw, insatiable desire. She wanted more. She wanted him in every way possible.
She tugged on his belt buckle, but he pushed her hand away. Uh-oh. Had she done something wrong?
He kissed her again. Hmm. Maybe he just wanted them to take their time. That was cool.
She kissed him more aggressively. As her lips made their way down his body, she pulled up his shirt and planted a kiss right above his waistline.
He reached down to grab her hand in his and looked into her eyes. “Babe, as much as I want you, I think we should stop.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Carolina’s bottom lip trembled, and she pulled her hand away from Enrique’s. “Oh, okay. Did I do something wrong?”
“No, babe. Not at all. I just think we’re going too fast.” Enrique couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. Too fast? What was he even saying? He’d spent his entire life going fast. Why was he rejecting a beautiful woman in his bed?
But the answer was abundantly clear. It wasn’t just that she was a virgin—though that was a factor—but because he didn’t want the responsibility of taking her virginity when they weren’t officially boyfriend and girlfriend. Nor was it the most romantic evening—they were in a cheap motel by his standards after she’d had a blowout fight with her parents that left her in emotional turmoil.
No, his hesitation was still for an entirely different reason.
He liked her.
What if there was a future for him... with her? But she lived so far away, and who knew if she’d suddenly change her mind and runback to her family? Though was that even a possibility given their recent argument? She didn’t seem to be that confident that her family would get over this.
Having sex could hurt her.
