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God. Damn. It.
Head falling back onto the windowpane, she came for him while he murmured sweet shit into her mouth, tongue flicking over her lips, lapping at her chin. Her juices slid down her thighs. He’d turned her body into something she didn’t recognize, pulsing with heat, with need, sensitive in a way she couldn’t recall ever feeling before. His touch was so damn good. As if he’d been learning her body, touching her body, for years.
Decades she’d spent with Christopher and he’d had to put in work to even force a sound from her lips. Toro had her up in there with a scratchy throat and fucked-up breaths.Justfrom some finger play.
Once her body eased up spasming, he lowered her legs to the floor gently then pulled away, licking his fingers while he watched her with eyes darkened with lust. He wanted her, there were absolutely no doubts about that. So why was he holding out?
She used the window at her back to manage her weight—and her useless legs—meeting his gaze sullenly. “You’re giving me a complex.”
His lips curved. “Nah, I don’t think so.”
“Whatareyou doing?” she asked. He eyed her up and down hungrily, and she shrugged off the sudden urge to fold her arms. Or close her robe that was all the way open, putting her body on display for him. “Why are you here if you’re not going to give me what I want? And that’s not a rhetorical question, Toro. I want an answer.” She chanced moving away from the window, walking past him and over to her bed on unsteady legs.
It’d been hot at first, his reticence, but now she didn’t like the way it made her feel. And feelings weren’t welcome, not from him. Not from anyone.
She avoided looking at him, choosing to focus on fluffing the pillows on the bed. Picking them up. Putting them back down. It was something to do, to keep her occupied. To hide the slight tremor in her hands.
God. Damn. It.
“What happens when I give you what you want?” he asked at her back.
She stiffened but didn’t reply.
He kept talking. “You put me in that box I’m sure you keep around for people who outlive their usefulness. Yeah?” His lust-laden voice sent goose bumps erupting over her skin. “I wear out the pussy—and my welcome in the process—and you discard me. Am I right?” His breath washed over her ear as he leaned past her and took the pillow from her frozen fingers, tossing it back onto the bed. “Why the rush? We have a month, and it only started half an hour ago.”
Why the rush?
Maybe it’d been a mistake. Maybe she should cut her losses now. Maybe this—having him here—was the worst idea she’d ever had.
But his lips brushed her neck. And her knees actually fucking buckled.Jesus.
“I’m asking you to wait,” he murmured at her ear, nipping her lobe in the process. “I’m telling you that I’ll make it worth your while.” Muscular arms wrapped around her, hauling her back into his chest. “I’m telling you I’ll provide everything you need and give you everything you think you want.” He kissed her temple, breath unsteady when he inhaled loudly. “If you wait for me.”
She touched him, covering the hands he had pressed to her lower belly. His words disarmed her and had been doing that from their first meeting. She had plans, so many plans, but she felt the tension in his body as he waited for her to say something, and Seraphina found she couldn’t do shit that would disappoint him.
There were implicit promises in those words he gave her. She’d learned the hard way about men and their promises. They weren’t shit. They weren’t on shit. Weren’t about shit. Still, a tiny part of her wanted to root for Toro. Wanted him to be the exception.
Dumb ass,she cursed herself.
“Seraphina.” He awaited her response.
She turned in his hold and his arms fell away. Face-to-face, they were so close her naked tits dragged along his chest, hardening her sensitive nipples. She pressed her lips together and stared into his eyes. He watched her closely, carefully, as if he didn’t want to do anything to mess up what was happening. As if he recognized what he asked of her was too much. As if he stood on a landmine and even an eye twitch could set it off.
It was a head trip, finding someone who saw her like that. Who got that she wasn’t one to play with.
She liked looking at him. His features, so expertly put together. Those eyes that stripped her, lips that devoured her, and his words… “Toro is your legal name?”
He blinked.
A fissure of satisfaction worked through her at the knowledge that she’d caught him off guard. She couldn’t stop staring at him, so she caught that flash of something indecipherable in the depths of his eyes. It burned bright and disappeared in a heartbeat, like a comet.
“Julián.” He spoke softly, almost a whisper, as if imparting a deep dark secret that he didn’t want the walls to hear and take note of. “Julián is my legal name.” He pronounced itHoo-lee-annand with a heaviness she really wanted to question. But she didn’t.
Instead, she asked, “Does anyone call you that?”
He shook his head. “No.”
“Not even your mother?”
