She gave me a reassuring wink (which didn’t reassure me) and gestured to the door with her spoon.
I pulled in my lips, put down my mug, took a deep breath and searched for Hector who was not in the living room, not in the cluttered other rooms but upstairs, in his bedroom. He was waiting at the door and the minute I cleared it, he threw it to.
Blooming heck!
He opened his mouth but before he could say a word, I launched in.
“He’s never touched me before. I swear it. It weirded me out!” I cried. “Honest to God, I wouldn’t even call him a friend. More an acquaintance. The Ice Princess always protected me from people getting near. When he hugged me, I tried to call her up but she was just gone. She keeps disappearing these days. Even when I need her. I’m used to having her around. I know you cannot imagine but, Hector, believe me, it’s beyond annoying.”
I stopped talking when I noticed that he’d stopped looking angry. Instead, his eyes had warmed and his mouth was doing the fighting-a-grin thing.
I replayed what I said, my hands clenched into fists, my eyes closed tight as my body went stock-still and waves of embarrassment flowed over me.
I’d done it. Now he knew everything.
How did I let that happen?
He was going to think I was absolutely, certifiably, insane.
Then I found myself snatched into strong arms, my soft body colliding with his hard one and his face went into my neck. I opened my eyes as he turned me and started walking me backward toward the bed his arms still locked around me.
Well, maybe he didn’t think I was certifiably insane. But I was beginning to think he was.
His mood swings were just bizarre.
The backs of my legs hit the bed, he stopped us and his mouth moved to my ear.
“Mamita,” his voice was rough with what sounded like laughter and something else altogether, “you think you could handle my mouth between your legs without freakin’ out?”
The legs he wanted to put his mouth between turned to water.
“What?” I whispered.
His head came up, his eyes were burning into mine (now, in a different way) and my breath caught at the sight.
“I gotta have a taste of you and I gotta watch you come, I don’t…”
My fingers at his waist dug in and at that second if he let me go I’d collapse in a puddle at his feet.
“Your mother is downstairs,” I breathed.
Hector’s mouth came to mine. “The walls are thick.”
“She’ll wonder what we’re doing!”
“No she won’t,” he returned.
“I won’t be able to concentrate.” I kept trying.
I felt his mouth smile against mine. “Mi corazón, you won’t need to concentrate.”
Oh my.
That got a stomach pitch.
Even so, I kept at it. “I can’t, not now. Maybe later.”
His mouth moved away an inch. “Yeah?”