“From the moment we met, I knew the truth in here.”He thumped his fist against his chest, above his heart.“I didn’t care that you were in your wedding gown, an hour away from marrying Jacobo.You were mine.Thehowsorwhysdidn’t matter—then or now.Lightning has only ever struck once for me.You’re it.Simple as that.”
“Love at first sight is a fairy tale.”
“Then we have a fairy tale.”A smile curled his lips.“Because I know you felt the same for me.I saw it in your eyes.I see it now.”
No denying that, though at the time, she’d dismissed her feelings for him as infatuation or pre-wedding jitters.“What are we going to do?The trouble we’re in—”
“We’ll handle it, princess.Are you going to keep fighting me?”
Lourdes hiccuped and shook her head.The nippy air warred with the heat blazing inside her.She rubbed her hands down Enrique’s arms to warm his prickled flesh.Despite the stark glow of the floodlights, shadows reigned and blurred his tattoos into dark splotches.She stared past the white glow to the sky where millions of stars glittered in the vastness of the night.
For now, they were safe.
She trailed her fingers down Enrique’s bristly jaw.“Let’s go in.You must be freezing, and your feet hurting.”She grimaced at his bare feet on the jagged gravel.
“Time for your punishment.”He jerked her back around and pressed her face-first against the rear door.The vehicle shook from the forward momentum.
She jerked upright, trying to turn.His hand on her lower back held her in place.“E-Enrique?”she stuttered, her belly clenching.
He reached around her, unfastened her jeans, and knelt to strip the fabric down and past her shoes one leg at a time.Then he stepped onto her pants to cushion his feet.
Shivering, she braced herself against the vehicle.The cold air raked her bare bottom and sliced through the tender folds between her legs.Fear and desire clawed through her with brimstone fingers.He stroked her center, his touch jolting heat into her core.
“Still wet,” he purred against the shell of her ear.“Brace yourself.”
Confusion reigned until his hand came down hard on her bottom.She gasped and bucked in his hold.“A spanking?”she squeaked in shock.
He slapped her again, the same now-stinging cheek.“You ran, broke my trust.Did you think I was going to let you get away with that?”
A third slap, the other cheek.
Breathing heavily, she closed her eyes and pressed the side of her fiery face to the cool window.“Spanking as foreplay.Pretty unconventional,” she forced out, shuddering from lurid pleasure and self-righteous indignation.He rubbed her sore bottom, easing the bite, then slipped his talented fingers back between her thighs.She wiggled, trying to impale herself.
“You like that?My fingers?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Ten slaps, then you can have my cock.”
Dios sálvame,she silently prayed, begging God to save her.How could she like this?A spanking, of all things?A fourth slap, then a fifth.Her mind floated on the sixth, and before she knew it, the kinky man slapped her for the final time and massaged her aching cheeks again.His clothing rustled, then he plunged into her body.
“Oh!I-I, wait.”The words tumbled over her lips.Sandwiched between her lover and the SUV, she palmed the door and window for leverage.Maldita sea.She couldn’t grip glass.Giving up, she let the force of his weight hold her steady as he bit his nails against her waist and pounded like the devil possessed him.Her heart thrashed.Every nerve ending sparked to life.The mingled aromas of earth and heat swamped her in paradise.
“Who do you belong to?”Enrique sucked on her neck and slipped his fingers between her legs.
“You,” she gasped.Her clit flamed hot with his touch.She shivered as his breath tickled her earlobe.“You, I swear.”
“Damn right.”He rotated his hips, changing his rhythm.
“Oh, God.I’m almost there.”Desperation clawed at her.“Enrique, more!”
“That’s right.Beg.”He pushed in and out, harder, faster, locking them together.
Only the saints knew where he ended and she began.
Something snapped in her core, shooting her mind straight into the heavens.A cascade of brilliant light exploded in her vision.Tremors raced through her.She cried out and rode the waves until the trembling beneath her feet settled.Dios mío.She needed this.Enrique’s touch.His passion.His rough, perfect handling of her body.
“So good,” he muttered against her neck.“I’ll never get enough of you.”
