“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?”
