Page 29 of Harbor

She taught him something, then. Sometimes, all it took was a simple apology to make things right. Even if pride was a horrible bitch, simply saying sorry could make all the difference. And he’d try damn hard not to throw that shit in her face again, meaning to or not. She didn’t deserve that from him.

Renzo grinned at the way Lucia tried to quietly creep over Diego’s sleeping form as the cartoon on the hotel’s television continued to flicker with the rest of the show. She quickly grabbed a couple of wrappers and an empty bag of chips tucked into Diego’s side. Standing straight, she raised her arms high to show the items as if to silently say, Ha, I did it.

A chuckle escaped his lips, but the second Diego shifted on the couch, Renzo went quiet and still all over again. The kid needed to sleep, but he’d fought every second of it once they checked into the hotel. Maybe it was his excitement at all the new things surrounding him, or just the fact that he wanted to explore the hotel room. Who knew?

But Lucia managed to convince Diego to watch one of his favorite cartoons on the television while laying down on the pullout couch, which then led him to cover up with a blanket while he shoved junk food in his mouth. They’d been sitting on the loveseat discussing plans for the next day, turned to check on Diego, and found he was already out.

Hopefully, for the night.

Although, Renzo didn’t know what was so interesting to the kid about the hotel room. There wasn’t very much to see. Sure, it was clean, the carpet wasn’t two decades old, there was a single bedroom and a bathroom separated from the rest of the space. Plus a small sitting area, kitchenette, and a little veranda. A few framed photos of different spots in Vegas and Nevada acted as artwork for the walls, and the curtains on the windows were dark enough to keep the lights from signs out while they slept.

It would do the job.

It wasn’t much to look at.

It was still expensive at three-hundred a damn night, though.

“Get over here,” Renzo said, chuckling softly. “Before you wake him up again.”

Lucia stuck out her tongue at him. “Right, I’m the one that wakes him up. It’s not like he just hears your voice, and boom, he’s up for hours.”

Yeah, that was fair.

Not that he was going to admit it.

The second Lucia had dropped the garbage in the small trash bin, and was close enough for Renzo to reach out and grab her, he did just that. It felt like over the last couple of days, this woman was constantly too far away from him for too many reasons. He didn’t get to hold her, smell her, or even fucking kiss her nearly as much as he wanted to.

But here they were.

In Vegas.

Shit was better—it was finally coming together. And the only thing he really wanted to do in that second was celebrate with Lucia. Quietly, sure. They didn’t need to wake up Diego. But he knew everything would feel better the second he got her close. Nothing and no one could drag him out of the haze that Lucia put him in every time he was touching her.

Sliding his hands up under her jaw, he tipped her head back so the two of them were staring at one another. Under the dimmed lights of the room, her hazel gaze glittered. The sudden urge that swept through him was unexplainable and undeniable. Like a rope had suddenly been tied around his neck, and then yanked to draw him closer. His mouth dropped to hers, and she met his kiss with a smile. That little grin of hers turned sinful when a kiss just wasn’t enough to satisfy either of them. Her tongue stuck out against the seam of his lips, and it felt like war.

Everything was second nature, then. Walking her back to the bedroom, never once breaking their kiss the whole way, and then slamming the door shut behind them. Lifting her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist before he dropped her to the bed, and went down with her just as fast.

She arched up from the bed when he fisted her shirt and yanked to hold it taut. Like she was suspended over the bed, waiting for his next move. On his knees, hovering above her, he couldn’t help but just watch her. There was something about Lucia when she was like this that he found most fascinating. How her pupils blew wide, and her lips parted just a little. Soft, tanned skin that begged to be touched and tasted by him. Wavy hair spilling down to the bed. Like a perfect, sexy angel frozen there waiting for him to just do something.

“God, I love you,” he murmured.

Lucia blinked, and a slow smile spread over those pink lips of hers. “Do you?”

“Way too much.”

He’d proven that time and time again, hadn’t he? He loved her crazy. Loved her enough to do all the crazy things for her. This love between them wasn’t easy to understand or make sense of, really. This love might ruin them, but strangely, that was the thing that scared him the least when it came to this woman.

“I love you, Ren,” Lucia whispered. “But I think I might love you more if you got me naked, and loved me while you fucked me senseless, too, you know.”

He chuckled. “Demanding girl.”

“But you like it.”

He did.

He liked that too much, too.

Lucia’s hand came up, and her fingertips grazed his lips before drifting over the line of his jaw, too. And then she dragged those fingernails of hers down his throat. Hard enough to leave red lines behind, he was sure of it. The sting was enough to make him hiss, but fuck him if it didn’t make his cock hard enough to damn near punch through the zipper of his jeans, too. He was all too aware of the way his heart made the shaft of his dick pulse with each beat.