“Even once is too much.”
Shrugging, she traced the stitching on the blanket.“I hate feeling like this.Weak.Scared.Useless.”
“You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for.What do you need right now—a sketchbook, painting supplies?I should’ve had some here waiting for you.”
“What do you mean?”She stopped fidgeting and frowned at him.
“I figured drawing and painting relaxes you.Helps you find peace.”
Her heart flipped.She grasped his warm hands, calloused from years of work and hardship.“I usually draw happy things.Sunsets, fields of flowers, people smiling.Things like that.I love painting, but it’s much easier to store sketchpads than canvases.I haven’t reached out to gallery owners in a while.”Had she endeavored to build her career back in her hometown, her father would’ve sabotaged it.“There’s this wonderful youth center that I volunteer at, teaching art.The kids are amazing, so accepting and willing to learn.”Unlike the two-faced adults who either tolerated her while keeping a polite distance or cozied up to her, thinking they could get something out of the Villegas Cartel princess.“Well, I used to volunteer there.I’d hoped to find a place in Nogales.”
“Hermosillo has a decent art community from what I hear.”
She grinned.“And I already know people in it.I’ll have to call them up once all this craziness is over.”If we’re not dead,she declined to add.
“I’ve seen some of your paintings.My favorite is ‘Essence of Light’—the abstract self-portrait with pinkish flowers circling your face and a huge splash of golden-yellow behind you.Remember that one?”
“Of course, I do.An anonymous buyer bought it at an exhibit.Was that you?”The mischievous twinkle in his eyes quickened her pulse.“My God, Enrique.I had no idea.Why did you not buy it under your name?”
“And cause problems for you?No.Jacobo would’ve raged hell if he knew I bought one of his wife’s paintings.”
“Point taken.”A few weeks after the exhibit, however, her husband had died, and then his kingpin father sent her back to her parents, ending her budding career in Hermosillo.“Jacobo never cared what I did with my time.The few paintings I’d sold back then meant everything to me.”
Enrique traced circles on her wrist.“I wanted to buy more, but your work deserves to be enjoyed by as many people as possible.”
“I’ll paint something just for you.”Eyes misting, she jumped into his lap and kissed him.His heady taste and strong hands on her hips branded her as his.She drew back for air and clasped his face with both hands.His whiskers abraded her palms.“Whether we’re discovered tomorrow or a month from now, let’s not waste a moment.Make love to me.I’m yours.No,” she paused and placed her finger on his lips before he could speak, “I want to make you mine.”
“By all means.”He eased her back onto the mattress, stacked the pillows behind him, and reclined as though he was posing for a risqué modeling shoot.His growing erection tented the sheet before it escaped and sprang outward from the patch of hair at the apex of his legs.“Do as you will.”
The decadent sight of him stretched out for her pleasure dried her mouth.If only she had her acrylics and a canvas large enough to do him justice.She straddled his waist and rested her hands on his abs.His heated shaft brushed her backside, and she gasped.
“Gorgeous.”He lightly tugged on her nipples.
Feminine power coursed through her.She could get used to this—his praise, his need.Hersatisfaction.The longing in his narrowed, sultry eyes nearly undid her as she shifted down his legs and marveled at the thick rod protruding upright for her kiss.A sudden memory of Jacobo forcing her to her knees flashed in her mind.She squeezed her eyes shut.
“Lourdes, stop.You don’t have to.”
“No.I want this.”Enrique wasn’t Jacobo.He wouldn’t force her, hurt her, mock her.She licked her lips and lightly pumped his hot, solid cock.
He hissed and bucked into her hand.“That’s nice.A little harder.”
Emboldened, she tightened her grip and flicked her tongue across his bulbous head.The headiness of salt tingled her taste buds.
“Just like that, good.”He jerked, gasping.“My balls, princess.Touch them.Stroke them.Go easy.Kiss me everywhere.”
His gentle instructions eased the clamp in her chest.Never had a man reclined before her, trusting her to give him what he needed.What she wanted to give.She could do this.Bring him pleasure.Take him to paradise.She wouldnotscrew up.With a deep, steadying breath, she teased her lips over the slit and claimed a bit of pre-cum.Then she fondled his heavy testicles and feathered kisses along his twitching inner thigh.As he braced his feet on the mattress, she trailed her fingers across the sensitive band of skin that connected his balls to his ass.
“Fucking hell, Lourdes.You’re a fast learner.”Enrique cursed under his breath and gripped the sheet.“Go all the way down.Put me out of my misery, or I’ll flip you around and take you my way.”
Her nipples tingled as her clit throbbed.Lourdes opened wide and took him in.His ruddy cock filled her with magnificent heat and stretched the hollow of her cheek.As she sucked, her throat relaxed.Her confidence soared.She bobbed her head faster, sucking him harder.
Dios mío.This was more fun than she anticipated.
“Fuck.Want more, do you?All right then.”He fisted her hair and pumped his hips.
Gagging, she clamped her mouth around the base of his cock.He speared her so deeply he nearly found her lungs.Then she slid back up and licked his flushed tip.She pushed down again and rolled his testicles in between her fingers.
“Breathe through your nose,” he rasped.
