What if she was unintentionally using sex as a final act of revenge toward her family? What if he was just a tool?
Damn, he was such a sap.
“I thought that’s what you wanted? I mean, if I wasn’t a virgin, we’d have sex tonight, right?” she asked. “Not that I’m saying I’m ready for that right now. But we don’t have to limit ourselves to just kissing...”
“Carolina, you just had a huge fight with your parents, who told you to never come home unless we got married because we were in a storm. You must be feeling super emotional right now. I don’t want you to sleep with me as a way to prove that you’re independent.”
She gulped and turned away from him.
Enrique winced. He didn’t want to cause her further anguish or make her feel rejected. He stroked her hair and forced himself not to run his hands over her body again. But damn, did he want to. He wanted to suck on her nipples until she screamed his name, slip his fingers between her luscious thighs, lick her pussy until she could do nothing but come and come for him.
He was starting to evenlikethe fact that she was a virgin. Just the thought that he could be the first man to ever bring her pleasure enraptured him. And shocked the hell out of him.
What if he was the only man to be with her ever?
He’d never felt like this before. It must be some sort of primal thing beyond his control. At the same time, he couldn’t help but think the fact that her innocence turned him on so much made him a bit of a douche. The only guys he knew who were obsessed with virgins usually were controlling pricks. He generally wanted awoman who already knew what she wanted in bed. Was he holding her virginity against her?
God, feelings were socomplicated.
This was why he’d struggled in relationships—all this thinking and turmoil and teasing was so goddamn hard.
“Hey.” He kissed her cheek and turned her toward him.
“Hey,” she said softly.
“Let’s just get a good night’s sleep, and we can see how we feel tomorrow. We can drive back home, or if you decide you really don’t want to go home, or can’t, we can spend another night here or back in Montecito.” He paused. “Or you may decide after you wake up that you want to talk to your dad. I don’t want to be the reason you stop speaking to your family. I don’t want to be something you regret.”
She exhaled, squeezed his bicep, and gave him a soft and gentle kiss. “You’re right. I’m so sorry. You must think I’m a complete and total mess.”
He shook his head. “No, I don’t at all. I just think you have a lot going on right now. Everything is happening so fast with us.”
She placed her hand on his chest. “But I like it. Enrique... I can’t explain it. Ever since I met you, I’ve been feeling all these things that I’d only heard about from Blanca.”
“I haven’t felt like this in a long time.” And he didn’t want to feel like this with a woman that he had no future with.
Could he make this work? Long distance would be too hard. He couldn’t leave his business, and neither could she. What was he supposed to do?
She cupped his face and kissed him softly before lying down beside him, her back against his chest. “Good night.”
He pressed a kiss into her hair. “Good night, babe.” He wrapped his arms around her, his hard cock pressing into her plump ass. This was blissful torment, emotionally and physically.
She drifted to sleep in his arms while his mind raced. He had to figure out his feelings fast, before he headed back to San Diego and regretted fucking up a possible future with Carolina.
•••
The next morning, Enrique woke first. He snuck out of bed and opened the window. The salty ocean breeze mixed with Carolina’s sweet vanilla scent.
He checked his phone. A few missed calls last night from Tiburón and an early-morning text from him as well.
Tiburón:Dude, what are you thinking? Did you kidnap Carolina?
Enrique:Funny, but no. She’s with me though. We’re in Carmel.
Tiburón:Her dad’s going to kill you. Like seriously. Good luck, man. I’ll pray for you.
Enrique was pretty sure Tiburón was joking, but he couldn’t be certain.
Carolina was curled into a tiny ball, her black hair fanned out on the white sheets. She was breathtakingly gorgeous—and Enrique was a complete fucking idiot for not at least trying to sleep with her.
