It clicks shut, and I let out a shaky breath.
“Yes,” he rasps, his mouth hovering over mine, eyes hooded as he stares at my lips.
“Yes what?” I whisper.
“I do still think about that kiss. Just like you, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since the night it happened.”
I have so many questions now, but it’s hard to think clearly with him so close. If he couldn’t stop thinking about it, why did he dismiss me? Why did he act like he didn’t care? Why didn’t he just say he couldn’t stop thinking about it? Why lead me to believe I was crazy for thinking about it so much?
But none of those questions are allowed to come out because in an instant, his large hand is cupping the back of my head and his towering body is pressed to mine.
I moan as his mouth drops down to mine and he kisses me, and this kiss is already so much better than the first one. It’s tender and deep and holds way more passion than the original. Perhaps it’s because he’s drunk, or perhaps it’s because no one is around and he can kiss me the way he really wants to.
His tongue slips over my lips between the kisses and I can’t help myself as I lace my arms around the back of his neck. He drops the hand behind my head to pick me up in his arms and my back thuds against the door.
His groin presses on my belly and he cradles my face in both of his hands, deepening the kiss. The whiskey is strong on his tongue and I taste it, savor it.
Before I know it, my back is off the door and he’s marching through the dark hotel room until my back lands on something soft. As soon as I land, he rocks his erection between my legs, and I clench with need.
“Was it a mistake?” I breathe when he breaks the kiss and his lips graze my throat.
“Fuck no, it wasn’t,” he rasps, and something about the deepness in his voice, the cocksure tone, sets my blood on fire.
There’s no need to stop this time. It’s only the two of us in this hotel room. No interruptions and no holding back. I sit up as he does and help him take his sweater off. He takes my sweater off next, revealing my nude bra.
“Fuck, Amber,” he drawls. He kisses my mouth. Once. Twice. I quiver. “You’re a goddamn goddess.”
His words.
His voice. It brings me closer to the edge. I push up on one hand, cupping the back of his neck with the other, and bringing his mouth down to meet mine. I reel him down with my hand and manage to flip him onto his back. I can’t stop myself this time.
I’ve waited months to kiss Torres again—months to feel his warm lips on mine and the stubble of his beard grazing my cheek. I grind on top of him and he’s so hard—even harder than he was on the boat. My palm slides down to grip him through the fabric of his jeans. He’s straining so much.
“Fuck,” he groans.
I break the kiss to unbuckle his jeans and he lifts his hips so he can shove them down himself. He wriggles and kicks them off at his ankles and is left only in his boxers. His cock is pointed at the ceiling, the only thing keeping it somewhat tame being the cotton fabric.
I tug on the waistband of his boxers, but he clutches my hand, stopping me. “What are you doing?”
“I want to try something,” I murmur.
“Try what?”
“Let me show you.” I fumble with the waistband again. He stops me. I look up, focusing on his eyes.
“Amber, are you sure about this?” His face seems sincere, but his eyes? His eyes are swimming with so much lust. He’s doing the courteous thing, but his eyes are screaming for more—begging for this to happen.
“I’m positive, Joaquin.” When I say his name, his eyes shimmer from the moonlight coming through the balcony window.
I pull the waistband down and this time he doesn’t stop me. He tilts his hips as I use both hands, eagerly towing them down his hips and to his ankles. Once they’re discarded, I fist his cock in my hand and hover above it. He smells fresh, like he showered before going out tonight.
He hardens even more in my hand, still looking at me with glazed, lust-filled eyes. My heart starts to beat like a drum as I lick my lips. Never have I wanted to taste a man as badly as I want to taste him right now. As a matter of fact, I have never done this before—given head and all—but I’ve read so much about how to please a man with your mouth that I feel like I know what I’m doing.