His hot, hungry mouth found hers.The pressure in her center crashed in waves of warmth.A cry split her lips.She squeezed her thighs together, trying for the life of her to prolong the bliss.The ecstasy.The undeniable pleasure of perfection with Enrique buried inside her, where he belonged.
“Come for me, husband.”She licked a salty bead on his temple.
As he thrust deeper and soared into outer space, his throaty growl reverberated in her ears.She clutched his head to her chest and squeezed the strands of his stiff, brushed-back hair.A few of the gelled locks stuck up at odd angles.The rush of his liquid heat locked them together.
If miracles existed, they would now have a baby on the way.A foolish hope.She wasn’t ready for a baby yet.Wasn’t ready for the physical, emotional, and hormonal changes her body would endure.To top it off, Diego was on the loose.Her relationship with Enrique was far too new and fragile.And full of secrets—on both their parts.Except none of that mattered in the sex-scented cabin of the limo.There, they were the only people in existence.The tinted windows and the sound of the muffled engine shielded them from the outside world.Again, so foolish.With luck, Rascón was oblivious to her seduction, but even if he wasn’t, she wouldn’t stop.
Not until Enrique fell back to earth.
“Cristo.”He rested his head back on the cushion as his hands slacked on her waist.A drowsy smile curved his lips.“You should ride me more often.”
She palmed his smooth cheeks.“Anytime, my love.Anytime.”
Chapter Fifteen
“To the bride and groom.”Rubén raised his champagne flute from the head of the dining table.“May your union be the start of something solid.Not perfect because nothing ever is.But real.Strong.Your future is whatever you make it.”
Enrique clinked his boss’s offered glass as his friends and associates cheered and clinked glasses around the table.The men’s tuxes and the women’s dresses were far too fine for the ceremony they had witnessed.His future—the business of the day.Marriage.Strengthening relations between the Lozanos and the Villegases.Further infuriating Zayas, who would strike next only the devil knew when.
When Rubén had suggested the prior evening that he wished to throw Enrique and Lourdes a celebration dinner at the Lozano hacienda, Enrique had been shocked.After all the trouble he’d caused, he certainly didn’t deserve the kindness, but he should’ve known his best man would plan something, especially since the bachelor party ended in disaster.
The dark cloud hanging over him urged him to hit the streets that very minute and hunt Zayas down with all the force of an exterminator preying on vermin.Zayas was exactly that—vermin.Stress lined the eyes and lips of each person around him, except for little Sera, who couldn’t stop grinning at being included in an adult event.They all knew what was at stake.The shooting at La Paradoja was the tip of the iceberg.
“Gracias, Rubén.”Lourdes sipped her sparkling champagne and smiled at each member of the wedding party.“You have no idea how grateful I am to be here.Please know your support means a lot to me.”
Enrique clasped her hand under the table.Shadows clouded the happiness in her eyes.This was her wedding day.She should be glowing so bright that only the thickest black sunglasses on the market would protect him from her radiance.Something deep and primal twisted inside him.He loved this woman so damn much.
“You will always be my sister, Lourdes,” Rubén replied formally and rested his hand on his wife’s arm.“Do not be a stranger, all right?Drina and I hope you visit often.”
“Hear, hear!”Drina chimed in and lifted her glass in another toast.Apple juice sloshed toward the rim.
The rest of the table laughed.
Enrique grinned, eager for the evening to conclude so he could take Lourdes home and strip off her curve-hugging gown.Their tryst in the limo had sated him for all of five minutes.Though he knew Lourdes had seduced him to avoid the conversation of having children, he didn’t mind.How could he when she ravaged him so thoroughly?Dragging in a deep breath, he eyed the desert and ocean paintings that hung on the dark walnut-paneled walls, the artwork a mockery of the medium compared to what his bride could do.
A spread of steaming bowls, platters, bread baskets, and open bottles lined the burgundy table runner in a smorgasbord fit for a king.The savory aroma of grilled asparagus, creamed corn with peppers, garlic mashed potatoes, and a steak fillet the size of his fist wafted from his plate.Stomach grumbling, he dug into his food.Dios mío.His mouth watered at the potatoes.More than pleased with the nontraditional wedding fare, he couldn’t have picked anything better.
