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“Ride me.”
What?“Like…me on top?”
He waggled his eyebrows. “Are you up for the challenge,conejita?”
Like I could ever back down from a challenge like that. “Tell me what to do,” I said, sitting up.
Omar reached down and unzipped his jeans, pulling himself out. If I thought about any of the last few hours too long, I would start laughing, and I wouldn’t stop until I cried. Omar lay there, dirty and damp and injured, but he was hard as steel. “Sling your leg over,” he said.
I stood up long enough to push my pants down my hips, and kicked them off before I straddled him as he indicated. I shivered as I pressed against him. “What now?” I asked, breathless.
“Lean down,” he said and dragged me so that we were chest-to-chest. He reached down and angled himself against where I was wet and waiting for him. With a gentle push, he was inside me, and I let out a breath in a long huff. “Now, sit up.”
I frowned. “That won’t hurt you?”
He shook his head, chuckling. “Just the opposite,conejita.”
Shaking, I pushed so that I was sitting on his lap. “Oh,” I gasped. I had never felt so full before. “I need to—” My hips hitched, and Omar groaned.
“That’s it, Lyse.” His hands grasped my hips and helped to guide me as I began to move against him. Grinding against him sent lightning up my spine, but if I used my knees to lift myself up, Omar would let out a delicious sound from deep in his chest.
We found a rhythm that had me breathless, and I tipped my head up, losing myself to the pleasure that was coursing through me. I startled when I felt his thumb against my clit, and that gradual sensation was suddenly sharp and immediate and almost too much. Despite the burn in my thighs, I moved against him harder, and half of the sounds that he made were ones of pain, but I didn’t care.
Neither did he.
“Taking me so well,” Omar grunted, tightening his grip on my hips. “Made to take me like this, weren’t you,conejita?”
I nodded, hardly hearing what he was saying but knowing that it was driving me closer and closer to that shining place. “I want you to come,” I told him, leaning down so that I could kiss him. I needed to feel his mouth against mine.
Omar kissed me, long and deep, and he canted his hips against mine. I let out a yelp, and he hissed in pain, but he braced me against him and kept thrusting up until we were both breathless. “Come for me,” he panted against my mouth.
I did. I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself if I tried. I ground into him, chasing that pleasure, and I heard him groan as he let go as well. He settled back, drained of energy, and I lay against him, panting. “Are you okay?” I asked.
He chuckled. “I’ve never been better.”
CHAPTER23
Lyse
“Hermano, if you would just listen—”
Omar’s tight, raised whisper brought me back to the world, but I tried my best to keep my breathing even. He would probably be upset if he knew that I was pretending to sleep to listen to his phone call…but it was his own fault. Omar asked me to stay in his bed last night,andhe’d woken me up.
“Angel, I am coming home. I just needed to settle a few things on the island first! I rushed back to the mainland to make sure you weren’t braindead, but I left some things in the air.”
I couldn’t hear Angel’s response, but his tone suggested that he was yelling. “Just give me two days,hermano, and I’ll explain everything, I swear.” More yelling, and Omar ended the call with a huff. We lay there for a moment, and then Omar let out a dark chuckle. “Hear anything particularly interesting,conejita?”
I froze for a moment, and then relaxed. There was no way to pretend that he hadn’t caught me, so why should I try? “Angel sounded mad,” I said instead, propping myself up on my elbow so that I could look at him.
Omar was looking a little worse for wear this morning. His bruises were purple and black, and his cheek was swollen, probably from a cut inside his mouth. He looked every bit the savage beast that people claimed he was…and I wanted him. Messy as we both were from a night of fitful sleep interrupted by my alarm going off every other hour, beaten to within an inch of his life, and he was still the most handsome man I’d ever seen.
“I was supposed to be at home last night,” he said, “but I came here instead. Angel wants to know why.”
Understanding dawned. “But you can’t tell him about me yet, right?”
Omar frowned. “I’m figuring it all out.”
Whatever that means, I thought and moved to sit up. Maybe while Omar napped today, I could paint.
