The warm scent of vanilla fills the room, complimenting Leticia’s already sweet fragrance.
She releases a soft moan, and approval rumbles inside my chest. I want to hear that sound again, only with my cock buried inside her.
Using the cup again, I rinse the shampoo from her hair and repeat the process with the conditioner before forcing myself to my feet to retrieve a towel. There are questions lingering in Leti’s gaze. Questions I don’t have answers to.
Holding the large towel open, I expect Leticia to take it from me. But she surprises me and instead rises to her feet, arms at her sides as she bares her naked body to me.
My lungs struggle for oxygen. Fuck me. Tracking the droplets of water that drip down her soft skin, I remind myself why I can’t claim her. Not yet.
Lifting a delicate foot up, Leticia steps out of the tub. She turns her back to me, reaching for both ends of the towel before wrapping them around herself.
“Thank you,” she says, her voice little more than a whisper.
Unable to stop myself, I lift the heavy locks of her hair, moving it all to one shoulder and exposing her neck. “Don’t.” Dipping forward, I press my lips to the sensitive skin beneath her ear before trailing kisses down her heated skin.
Her breathing quickens, chest rising and falling at a rapid clip.
“Do I make you nervous, princesa?”
“No.”
I smile against her skin and wrap an arm around her slender body, slipping my hand beneath her towel to cup one full breast.
“What do I make you feel, then?” My other hand settles on her hip, pulling her against me and allowing her to feel the evidence of my desire.
“Anger,” she says, but there is a breathlessness to her voice that suggests she isn’t being truthful.
“What else?” Scraping my teeth against her skin, a thrum of satisfaction courses through me as goosebumps break out along her flesh.
“Resentment.”
“Mmm… what else?” Massaging her breast, I squeeze the delicious weight before shifting my hold to roll her nipple between my fingers. I tug and pinch the sensitive nub, eliciting a sharp intake of breath.
“Do I not also make you feel hunger?” I whisper in her ear. “Desire?”
I move my hand to her other breast, giving it the same treatment.
“What about need?”
Releasing her, I slide my hand down her body and over the gentle swell of her stomach until I feel her wet heat against my palm.
“Hmm…?”
Leticia doesn’t answer. Instead, she jerks away from my touch and spins on her heel to face me.
“No, Andres. I do not feel need. Not where you’re concerned.” Her eyes flash, wariness tinged with lust.
With her towel secured beneath her arms, she scowls to mask the desire she wishes to refute.
“No? Then what is it you feel that leaves this—” I raise my hand, showing her the proof of her feelings on my palm. “—sweet honey on my skin? Is it not evidence of your need, Leticia? Proof of your hunger?”
Her nostrils flare.
“Get out.” Storming past me, she goes into the room, but realizes the clothes she’d discovered and left on the bathroom counter are now behind me.
Spinning around, she attempts to barrel past me, but I wrap my arms around her, bringing her momentum to a halt.
“Let go of me,” she snaps.
