Slickness blossomed between my thighs.
He moved closer, placed one hand on the arm of my chair, and bent to aim those heated brown eyes straight into mine. His breaths tickled my skin. "I don't want to date you. I won't be jealous when we say goodbye and you find someone else to warm your bed. Relationships aren't in my wheelhouse. But I'm staying for two weeks, and I'd love to enjoy you while I'm here."
"Sounds like you don't care if I enjoy you."
"That's a given." He licked his lips. "You want to touch me, don't you?" With his free hand, he picked up one of mine and guided it to within inches of his cock. "I want you to do it."
He let go of my hand, leaving the decision up to me.
I closed my fingers around his cock. It was hot and firm, thickening in my hand.
Val took a slow, deep breath, his eyes going hooded. "Te quero, Eve, and when I'm inside you, I guarantee you won't be thinking about anyone or anything else. You won't be thinking at all." He covered my hand with his, pressing my skin more firmly to his erection. "In case you had any doubts,te queromeans I want you."
He let go of my hand.
I held his cock for a moment longer, reluctant to give up the feel of his inflamed flesh. We stared into each other's eyes, my breaths growing heavier while desire tingled through my sex and tightened my breasts. When I finally withdrew my hand, I couldn't help myself. I thrust that hand into his hair and tugged him in for a kiss.
Our lips touched, gently at first, then with more and more pressure until our mouths were fused. I opened for him, and he plunged his tongue inside my mouth, sliding it over mine, teasing the roof of my mouth, consuming me while I consumed him, the flavor of his mouth electrifying me while the warmth of his lips seemed to blossom outward into my whole body. He tasted so good, like exotic things I couldn't describe but that I longed to savor for the rest of eternity. The delicious warmth engendered by our lip-lock suffused every part of me and penetrated deep into the core of my sex. God, the man could kiss. I clenched my fingers in his hair, loving the silky texture of those wavy locks. He plowed deeper, coiling his tongue around mine, and groaned with intense pleasure.
Despite the fact I was sitting down, my knees got weak. My ears rang, and I realized I'd stopped breathing.
Someone knocked on the door.
Val jerked away from me, still bent over my chair, and glanced over his shoulder at the open doorway.
Quentin, his fist on the jamb, scowled at Val before looking at me. "Need to talk to you about the repairs in the damaged room."
He spoke through clenched teeth.
I wondered how long Quentin had been standing there, how long he'd watched me and Val together. The door had been open, but both Val and I had our eyes closed until Quentin knocked. Would he have spied on us? Yesterday, I would've said no without hesitation. Today, after witnessing Quentin's jealousy, I wasn't so sure. I didn't want to believe it.
No, he wouldn't do that.
Val straightened but did not turn toward my handyman, probably because his dick was at half-staff.
Pushing my chair back, I got up. To Quentin, I said, "I'll meet you in the room in a minute."
Quentin's lips twisted into an annoyed slant, but he stalked off down the hall.
I smoothed my shirt, like it mattered if my tank top got wrinkled. "I don't sleep with guests, Val. That's my final word on the matter."
I moved to the door but paused on the threshold when he spoke.
"You say that now," he said, "but a second ago you would've let me do anything to you. If your handyman hadn't interrupted us, I'd be fucking you on your desk."
He was right, but I wouldn't tell him that.
Instead, I walked out of the room.
My phone chimed, indicating a new text message, while I was trudging down the stairs to the first floor. Sheesh, I needed to install an elevator. Going up and down the stairs multiple times per day got exhausting. I stopped halfway down the stairs and dug my phone out of my pocket to check the new text. It was from my mother.
You OK?she asked.
I typed my response:Yes. Why?
No call last week.
Busy, not dead.