“Sorry. We were just looking for—"
Emilio waves. “Right here.”
“Right,” Antonio says.
‘What do you want?” A thread of annoyance filters into Emilio’s voice.
“Nothing. Sofia come on. Let’s—"
“But I want the baby,” she whines.
“Right. Yeah. Grab Luis.”
Hearing his name, he rears back, releasing my breast to peer over my shoulder. Seeing his aunt, he lunges for her, crawling over my body and forcing her to make a quick grab for him. “Guess I’ve been replaced.”
“You two, uh… catch up on some sleep. We’ll take care of Luis, here,” Antonio says.
The three of them leave and the door closes behind them, leaving Emilio and I alone in my bed. I turn to face him, his eyes caught on my breast when I realize I never pulled my shirt back up. “Oh, my god.” I rush to cover myself and he snaps out of it.
“Shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—”
“No, it’s fine. My fault.”
We both burst into a fit of laughter as I realize just how stupid this is. It’s not like he hasn’t seen my boobs before. When I finally get myself under control, my chest is heaving. I wipe the moisture from my eyes and turn to find Emilio staring at me, a wide grin on his face.
“What?” I ask, my heart suddenly loud in my ears.
He shifts closer, closing some of the gap left behind now that Luis is playing with his aunt and uncles. “You still tired?” he asks.
I lick my lips, his eyes tracking the movement.
Spread your wings, Bibi.I tell myself.Fly.
To him, I just shake my head. “No. You?”
“No.”
The next thing I know, he’s closed the distance, his hand cupping my cheek and his eyes boring into mine, giving me every opportunity to pull away. I swallow hard and reach out a tentative hand to trace the line of his jaw. He shudders beneath my touch. “I’ve missed you.” The words slip past my defenses and I freeze, waiting to see what he says, but he says nothing. Instead, his lips press against mine and I melt against him before I realize that I must have the absolute worst morning breath and tear myself away.
“Shit. Did I read that wrong?”
“No. No. Umm…” I jump out of bed. “Wait right there.” I rush to the hallway bathroom, brush my teeth faster than I’ve ever brushed my teeth in my life, and then hurry back to my room, closing the door behind me. My back is pressed against the door, my chest rising and falling as I’m treated to an unobstructed view of Emilio now that he’s no longer hidden by the covers. He’s sitting against the headboard, the blankets pooled at his waist and his chest bare, showcasing his tattoo.
“You okay?” he asks, worry evident in his voice. “I can go. I mean, I know you said stay but…”
I shake my head and climb back onto the bed, sitting on my knees and facing him. “I don’t want you to go.”
His shoulders relax. “What do you want?” There is so much unspoken between us, so much left unsaid, but this time instead of letting fear or doubt get in my way, I tell him the truth.
“Everything.”
The word barely passes my lips when he’s on me. He presses me back against the bed, his body flush with mine and the fact he’s only wearing boxer briefs becomes apparent when his hard length presses against my core. I gasp, my back arching off the bed.
“Are you okay? Is this okay?” he asks me, his lips nipping at the column of my neck.
“God, yes,” I hiss, clinging to him.
He pulls back and I make a sound of protest in the back of my throat, reaching for him, but he doesn’t give. “What is this,mariposa?” That single word unravels me.
