“Lo siento, cariño.”We need to get the bleeding to stop. I have wipes in my purse, but we aren’t there yet. And I think his fancy shirt is ruined.
“I’m not saying I was innocent. I may have verbally provoked him.”
I nail him with a stare but stay quiet as I hold his nose firmly and push his head forward a little to get better grip.
“He threw the first punch.”
“So why are you out here alone, and he’s inside?”
“The Wolves got kicked out the back door. I came to find you.” He holds out my purse. “We can go back inside if you want, but I wasn’t sure if you needed to go with your friend.”
I have so many words swirling inside me right now that none come out. I stare at him. His hard-cut jaw with a few days growth, his high cheekbones, his perfectly styled, thick dark hair. Who is this man in front of me?
“I’m sorry for embarrassing you,tesoro.”
Shaking my head, I let go of his nose and take a look at the damage. “You defended yourself, Ares. That’s nothing to apologize for.” The bleeding has stopped, so I hunt out a wipe from my purse.
His breath tickles my face while I clean him, and he’s quietly staring at me.
“What?”
He shakes his head. “You’re not angry at me?”
“For defending yourself? No. I’m not angry at you, Ares.” Wanting his warmth, I lean into him. I’m drawn into his orbit, and I don’t want to be let go.
From the way he’s looking at me, he was expecting something different in my reply. “I’d rather you didn’t mess up this beautiful face of yours, but I’m not angry at you. I’m worried about Tori, curious about what drove her to dump a drink on your friend.”
He grunts. “That was hilarious. He really has no idea what he said to make her lose it on him.”
That surprises me. “Really?” I figured that level of hate had to be for someone she knew, especially since she said he didn’t step out of line.
Ares wraps his arms around me, pulling me against his firm body. “I want you,tesoro.” His words are simple, but they make every nerve ending in my body flare to life. “And I’m not sure I’m going to make it home.” He jerks his chin downward like his rock-hard length isn’t pressing against me.
I shiver, and he seems to think it’s from the cold because he reaches to take his jacket off, but I stop him. “Let’s go.”
His mouth curves in a knowing smile, but this time I’m not embarrassed. I want him too, and I don’t care that he knows it. As he guides me to his car, his hand on my lower back, he leans into me.
“If it was warmer out, and it wasn’t our first time, I’d fuck you against the side of The Den.”
My head turns to face him, and he’s grinning. He isn’t kidding.
“Or I’d bend you over the hood of my car and fuck you.” He reaches across my front to open the passenger door. “Or if I had an ounce of self-restraint, I’d wait till I got you into the back seat of my car, and I’d fuck you there instead.”
I’ve never had sex in any of those places, and now I want sex everywhere. An ache pulses between my thighs, and I’m not sureI’mgoing to make it home.
Ares guides his SUV out of the parking lot and sets off for his apartment, his hand resting on my thigh. It’s not far and the roads are pretty empty. I try to stare out the window, to press my legs together, to count from one to one hundred to distract myself from the fact I want him to pull the car over and make me come again.
My phone vibrates. It’s a message from Tori telling me she’s home safely and she hopes I have a good night with twelve winking emojis.
When Ares’s hand slides between my thighs and pulls my knees apart, I whimper. When it slides under my jersey and into my pants, pausing for a beat to stroke the hair at my apex, I moan.
“Please, Ares. No teasing.”
He pauses, and I bite into my bottom lip as he maneuvers the car around a corner. He’s toying with me, driving both the car and my need higher and higher, and dammit, I want to come.
He trails a finger through my slit, murmuring in Spanish about how wet I am. It’s possible his filthy mouth is even more of a turn on in his native tongue. I lift my hips, trying to get some friction between his finger and my clit, but instead of giving me what I want, he pulls his finger out and sucks on it.
“We’re here.” He’s already halfway out of the car. The parking garage is full, but it’s dimly lit, and I’m considering taking my clothes off and letting him ravage me against the vehicle. Or the wall.
