I swallow hard, gathering every ounce of courage I possess.
"Or we could share. There’s no need for you to be on the uncomfortable floor."
His eyes meet mine, dark with something that makes my skin flush hot, despite the room's cool air.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Datura.”
The nickname makes me involuntarily reach for my side, my fingers brushing across where my new tattoo lays. His eyes snap down to the spot and I see him swallow hard. Before I know what’s happening he is locking himself in the bathroom and I’m sitting on the bed confused. I listen as the shower turns on and he comes out not even fifteen minutes later looking like sin incarnant. He’s wearing only a pair of sweatpants, scowling as he searches through his bag. He must feel me staring because his eyes slowly look up to meet mine.
“If you need to get cleaned up, the bathroom is there,” he points before dismissing me and pulling his phone out with another scowl.
The rejection stings but I have no choice but to listen, so I grab the bag he packed for me and head into the bathroom. I take my time showering before stepping out and wrapping a towel around my body. When I look inside my bag, my heart stops. The sparkle of a white teddy catches my eye as I pull out the familiar piece of lingerie. This was supposed to be something worn on my wedding night. Why would he pack this? My stomach clenches. Frankie wants me. Why else would hepack this? Nervously, I pull the piece of fabric up and over my body and inspect myself in the mirror. It fits perfectly with little cutouts all over, showing my olive skin. The small flower peaks out perfectly through an opening at my side. I smile as I stare at myself in the mirror. Today I’m going to make more than one decision for myself and I’m not going to regret it…not for one minute.
I run my fingers through my hair nervously as I fluff it before taking a deep breath and walking out into the room. Frankie looks up, the scowl immediately falling off of his face and replaced with a look of raw desire. The heat coming from his eyes could melt an entire continent right now.
“¡Hijo de la chingada…!” His words come out raspy as he stares at me, taking in every inch of my body.
I have no idea what he said but the way those words leave his mouth send liquid heat between my thighs, making me clench them together. After another second he seems to catch himself before straightening up.
“What the fuck are you wearing, Datura?”
I look at him in confusion.
“What you packed for me.”
“Pinche Pita,” he curses with a scowl. “Go put some damn clothes on, Liana.”
Embarrassment washes over me and I feel tears prick my eyes as I squeeze them shut and rush back into the bathroom, slamming the door. I lean over the counter and stare at myself in the mirror. Pita packed this? Why would she do that? Does she know about the tension between the two of us? Does this mean she wants something to happen between us? Confusing thoughts run through my mind as I continue to stare at myself. I look good. Like really good and I know Frankie thinks so too. I saw the desire in his eyes. He wants me and I want him. I want to give myself to someone of my own choosing, at least for my first time. I don’t want to lose myvirginity to some old man that I’ll be stuck with for the rest of my life. When his wrinkled old body is on top of me, I want to be able to close my eyes and imagine this moment instead. I want this and I’ll be damned if I don’t take this opportunity while I have it.
Lifting my head up, I use a tissue to wipe under my eyes before swinging the door wide open and walking back into the room where I stand with my hands on my hips. I watch Frankie pace back and forth before his body freezes and he turns back to face me.
“I thought I told you…”
“I don’t give a damn what you told me,” I say, interrupting him and making his eyes widen in surprise. I walk over and jab my finger in his chest.
“You may be my keeper but you aren’t the boss of me.”
His eyes narrow and he snatches my hand between his, gripping it hard.
“You are playing with fire.”
“Burn me then,” I whisper back.
Before I know what’s happening he spins me around and pushes me down onto the bed, pressing himself between my thighs. From this angle I can feel every hard inch of him as he leans in close.
“Is this what you wanted, Datura?” he asks as he grinds against my core, making me gasp out in surprise. I can’t feel it but I know if I stuck my fingers down there, they would be soaked right now.
“Ye…yes,” I say as I close my eyes.
He grips my side hard, causing me to wince where his fingers touch the fresh tattoo. Suddenly his hand pulls away and I open my eyes up to find he’s pulled back a little, inspecting my tattoo.
“A datura flower,” he states as his thumb grazes rightunderneath it.
“For my nickname…and to match yours.”
He swallows hard and I watch the petals on his tattoo ripple.
“Let me choose one more thing for myself, tonight,” I say as I spread my thighs a little wider and drag my hand down to the waistband of his sweatpants.
