His mouth on mine keeps me from finishing my question. Is his insistent kiss because the idea excites him so much? Or doesn’t he want me to finish that thought?
His hand encircles my throat and squeezes just enough to be tight without keeping me from breathing. He kisses along my jaw until he can whisper in my ear.
“You are the only woman I’ll ever fuck again. You know I’ve never fucked without a condom. Not only have we had sex several times without one, but I’ve come in you every time I’ve fucked your tight little pussy.”
His hand slides from my throat to cup my jaw on the opposite side from his mouth. His fingers tangle with my hair as his thumb rests near my ear. It’s so fucking arousing to sit like this, naked beneath a sheet when he’s already dressed.
“I will give you whatever you need, Flora, in and out of bed. If sharing you is part of your sexual needs, I’ll figure out how to live with that. But?—”
It’s my turn to shut him up with a kiss. I turn my head and nip at his lip, tugging a little before I press mine fully against his. I thrust my tongue into his mouth, coaxing his into mine. I pull away when I’m breathless.
“The only thing I need is you. Pablo, I can’t share you. I?—”
I shake my head as tears suddenly prick the back of my eyelids, and a lump rises in my throat.
“Chiquita?”
“I—I—I don’t know why I’m being so emotional all of a sudden. I just really don’t like the idea of anyone else joining us. It’s visceral how much I dislike thinking about that.”
“Shh, little one. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“I know you didn’t. You were trying to be generous. I don’t enjoy seeing how much the idea of another man touching me hurts you. I’ll lose my ever-loving shit if I have to see another woman near you. I can’t do it. I’m not used to feeling so fucking territorial, but I want to claw the eyes out of women who don’t even exist. It’s fucking primal how possessive I feel right now. I shouldn’t feel this way.”Not yet at least.
“Flora, I feel the same. But I’ll do anything you need, and I’ll try to do most of what you want.”
Until Cartel life gets in the way.
I know what he isn’t admitting aloud. I don’t want to hear about the Cartel right now, but neither of us can escape it as part of our lives.
“I know you don’t need anyone else with us, Pablo. But whatdoyou need? Do you enjoy being watched? Do you have a particular kink?”
“I don’t mind being watched, but I’m not an exhibitionist or a voyeur by nature.”
“Same.”
“If we go to a club,chica, then I’ll only get fully undressed if we’re alone in a room. My tats are too recognizable. It’s why I always wear a mask.”
“I’ve always worn a mask too. I prefer it for my privacy, but I also never wanted it to get back to my family that I’m into BDSM—’cause gross. I don’t need them to know that about my sexual preferences.”
His lips tuck between his teeth.
“What?”
“I know my cousins share the same proclivities as I do. I’m pretty fucking sure all our parents know we belong to and are silent owners in several of New York’s most exclusive BDSM clubs. It wouldn’t surprise me if all of their generation were into it too. I don’t want to think about it, but I’m pretty sure they are.”
He pretends to shiver, and it lightens what just got intense. But these conversations are important. They’re ones most couples don’t have within the first twenty-four hours of hooking up.
No. That’s not right.
Pablo and I aren’t just hooking up. I’m not even sure we can call it dating. We just are, as in we’re together, and I don’t know how to define it. Frankly, I don’t want to.
It’s just intense to have shared so much, been so intimate, and determined so many boundaries for our relationship in a matter of just hours.
“I need to get dressed, don’t I?”
“Yes. Put on layers. You’ll need the coat Daniel brought too.”
I can’t believe all the things he delivered. His wife assembled an entire wardrobe for me. There were clothes for all seasons. I can wear them as separates or layer them and be comfortable just about anywhere. She also brought me a thick coat. I don’t know where she got it since it’s summer in South America, and it doesn’t get that cold in the plains regions.
