His arm slid around my waist, bringing me even closer right before his tongue touched my lips. I opened my mouth at the touch and that was it. It was rewind to my father’s study.
I curled my arms around his neck, pressed my body to his and the kiss went from soft and sweet to hot and wild.
Within minutes, he pulled me out of my seat, twisting me so I landed in his lap and both his arms went around me, one locked at my waist, the other one sliding up my neck and into my hair.
I kissed him back like I couldn’t exist without my lips on his, his tongue in my mouth. I was out-of-control and didn’t even care.
Then he tore his mouth from mine and buried his face in my neck. For a second, we both just sat there, breathing heavily.
“You taste better than I remembered,” he said into my neck and his voice sounded deeper than normal.
I swallowed and closed my eyes tight. My heart was beating wildly. I felt safe and snug in his lap with his arms around me. I was excited in a good way. And his heat was seeping into me everywhere and I liked it.
I liked all of it.
His head came out of my neck and he looked at me. “And the way I remembered it, you tasted f**kin’ great.”
My rapidly beating heart tripped.
“It’s my lip gloss,” I said stupidly.
A slow smile spread on his face. “Mamita, trust me, it isn’t your lip gloss.”
I didn’t answer mainly because I was in his lap, I just made out with him (again) and he was smiling at me close up.
Where was my Ice Princess now, I ask you? There were moments I could still use her. What was she? On vacation?
“Time to feed you,” he told me.
Thank God.
Relief from full on Hector, his mouth, tongue and heat. I could use that quite desperately. I needed to get my head together. This was not going well mainly because it was going well.
It wasn’t supposed to go well. It was supposed to be a disaster.
“Okay,” I agreed but didn’t move.
He kept smiling as he leaned in and gave me a brief kiss then twisted me back in my seat. He started the Bronco, I put on my seatbelt, he put on his and we took off.
Considering how the first ten minutes of our date went, I was a little worried about the rest of the night.
* * * * *
Hector parked on a residential street in the Highlands.
I looked around thinking maybe there was a corner restaurant or something. He got out, I threw open my door but he was there before I could alight. He took my hand, helped me out and kept hold of my hand.
“Where are we going?” I asked as he walked me up to what looked like a house.
“Dinner,” Hector replied.
I stared at the house. It was a nice house, small, neat yard, cozy.
Then, because it was a house, I began to panic.
“Is this your house?” I breathed as we made it to the front door.
Hector pulled open the heavy security door, stepped in, turned the knob to the front door and looked down at me.