My brows furrow. “You’re kidding right?”
Silence.
“Emilio…”
“I wasn’t there the first time. I missed all of that. Maybe I want to see what it’s like.” He shrugs like it’s no big deal, but there’s an emotion in his eyes I don’t recognize.
“We’re not even—“
“Yeah. We are.” He presses himself against me, his lips hovering a hairsbreadth over mine. “We’re a thing. You can tell yourself whatever you need to but this, you and me, it’s not nothing. This is a thing. And it’s exclusive.”
I shiver in response. “Emilio Chavez is capable of monogamy? Who could have known?” I only half joke, because despite his words, I have my doubts. Especially with the way he’s been acting these past few days.
“You know now,” he says, kissing me, his lips ghosting across my own in a way that has me chasing to follow. “And you’re the only one who matters.” He cups the side of my face and tilts toward me until his lips are pressed against mine. This time, the kiss lingers for a moment and my cheeks heat when I feel the hard press of him against me.
The bell rings, jerking me out of the moment and we break away from one another, but just barely. “We should get to class,” I mumble, but make no move to leave.
“We should,” he agrees, but Emilio doesn’t move either.
My chest rises and falls as my heart pounds in my chest. There’s a savage glint in his eyes and a wicked curl to his lips. “Or…”
“Or?” My voice is breathless.
“We could stay.”
I swallow hard and lick my lips. His eyes track the movement and the next thing I know he’s lifted me into his arms. My legs wrap around his waist and he grinds into me, his hard length pressed tight against my center. “I need to be inside you,” he murmurs against my mouth.
“We…“ I gasp. “Can’t do that… here.” I can’t catch my breath. His kisses are drugging, stealing the air inside my lungs. He nips at my chin, my jawline, my neck.
“I’ll come over after practice. Things are settling down with my brother in town.”
I arch against him as his words make their way through a haze of desire. Come over? Today? Brother? Shit.
I pull away and drop my feet back to the ground. Emilio scowls and reluctantly sets me down. “Your brother is in town?” I wrack my brain for any earlier mention of him. I know he has two. And a little sister. I haven’t met them yet, but I assumed they all lived here.
“Yeah. My oldest just got out of the army. He’s back for good now that…” he trails off.
“Now that what?”
He takes a deep breath and steels himself. “My dad died.”
“Oh, my god.” My hand flies up to cover my mouth before I rush to hug him. “I’m so sorry,” I murmur against his chest.
Emilio pulls away and looks down at me, a strange look on his face. “He was an alcoholic who liked to hit his kids. Don’t be sorry he’s gone. I’m not.”
Oh. I had no idea. “Are you…”
He rubs the back of his neck. “I’m good. Really. I don’t want to talk about him though. What I want is,” he kisses me again, “to fuck you, preferably in a bed but I’ll settle for a desk.”
I groan against his mouth. “We are not having sex at school. Someone could come in.”
“Fine. Your place tonight.”
When I don’t answer, Emilio leans back, holding me at arm’s length. “Unless you don’t want me to come?”
I shake my head. “It’s not that…” How do I explain?
“Then what is it?” There’s a bite in his tone.
