Ramón walked over to the reception, and Julieta remained near the tree. Ramón returned a few minutes later, took her hand, and led her through the hotel.
He opened the door to their room, and she gasped.
She had stupidly assumed that he would get a normal room, not flaunt his wealth. He didn’t need to impress her; she already knew that he was filthy rich. But this room was bigger than her entire house. It was on the beach, had a sitting room, a fireplace, a bedroom, and a private patio. Was this the honeymoon suite?
How much was this room a night? A thousand dollars—possibly more? She needed to stop being shocked every time Ramón spent his money like he was doling out candy, but she couldn’t help herself.
“Wow! Look at this place! You didn’t have to go all out. I would have been happy staying in the maid’s quarters.”
Ramón laughed. “You’re funny. Do you know that?”
“I do.”
Ramón opened the minibar and found a bottle of champagne. He poured two glasses. “Shall we toast?”
“To what?”
He pursed his lips—his eyes shifting. “Love and tacos.”
Love?She studied him quizzically, lost in the depths of his chocolate eyes. Surely not. It was too soon. But what if... “Love?” she asked, her voice soft, her heart a whirl.
He blinked, and a cheeky smirk replaced his look of gravitas. Thespell was broken. “Sex and tacos sounded weird. So, I went with love.”
“Good call.”
They clinked their glasses and sipped the champagne.
He set down his flute, wrapped his arms around her lower waist, and gazed into her eyes. “Julieta, I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the Day of the Dead. I wanted you so badly that night.” He took her glass out of her hand and placed it next to his. Then he cupped her face.“ ‘Thus with a kiss I die.’ ”
Julieta didn’t hold back. She kissed Ramón passionately. His mouth overtook hers, and their tongues danced an intimate ballet, from soft and slow to wild and uninhibited. She nibbled on his lower lip, and he let out a guttural groan. She ached for him. She had never been kissed like this and definitely never in a place as magical as this one.
Julieta couldn’t wait any longer to undress him. Ever since she first met him, she’d been dying to see his naked body. She pulled off his T-shirt and stopped to marvel at the sight of his chest.
Ay, Dios mío. There were abs for days, and his dark skin highlighted his muscle definition. Not a tattoo in sight. From his wide shoulders to his tapered waist, with that delicious happy trail pointing downward—she could’ve stared at him all night.
Ramón took back control. He kissed behind her earlobe as his hands raked over her body, stopping on her breasts. He peeled off her shirt.
“You’re so beautiful, Julieta. How did I get so lucky?”
She laughed. “It was the guitarrón. I’m a sucker for ‘Abrázame.’ ”
He chuckled and began humming the song. Julieta moaned as he rubbed her tits through her bra. And just like magic, the bra popped off with a single touch of the hook between her cleavage. Yup. Ramón was definitely a player.
But she didn’t care anymore. Shewantedto be played, just like he strummed his instrument. At least he knew what he was doing. She was so sick of meaningless hookups where the men would get off and she’d be left unsatisfied. Ramón was good at everything he did—no doubt he was a king in bed. Time for her to have some fun and indulge in some heedless pleasure.
Ramón undid her pants and tossed them on the floor, leaving her standing there naked except for her new lace panties. Julieta was so glad she’d gone shopping.
“Julieta, do you know how sexy you are?”
That was a definite no, but she kept her mouth shut, afraid that she would not only say something stupid but also drool all over him.
He traced her tattoos with his finger, slowly drawing up her arm, each brush of his skin against hers making Julieta gasp.
He picked her up, took her into the bedroom, and placed her on the bed. Wow—it was like a floating cloud.
Ramón reclaimed her lips before his mouth left hers to blaze a path down her body. Heat pooled in her belly as he made his descent. He leaned in to lavish attention on her right nipple, licking around in a circle before sucking on it, and then her left. Julieta moaned as he worked his magic. Her buds hardened against the softness of his tongue. She came alive under his mouth, writhing beneath. This entire night seemed like such a fantasy, and it was only going to get better.
His hand caressed her body, and he cupped her ass. She ran her hands through his thick black hair as he guided his mouth down to her panties. Julieta’s core throbbed for him.
