Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29394 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29394 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
“Are you not tired?”
I shake my head no. That’s the last thing I feel at this moment. I find that I’m enjoying every second of Vargas’s attention, and I don’t want him to focus it on anyone or anything but me. I know that’s ridiculous, but I can’t help myself.
“I can read my Kindle. Don’t worry about me. I’ve already taken so much of your time.” I say the words but don’t really mean them. I’m starting to understand why people tell little white lies all the time.
We’d talked for almost two hours over dinner. When Mrs. Palacios came to collect our plates, I offered to help her, but she told me to stay put. So, I had. Vargas did the same, engaging in conversation. He is far more interesting than I ever imagined.
“I rather enjoy it when you take my time.” His eyes drop to my mouth.
Is he going to kiss me? All day I’ve wanted him to, but he hasn’t. That didn’t stop him from watching my mouth all through dinner. He was more focused on my food than his own.
He steps closer. I raise my hands to place them on his broad chest. I feel so tiny and delicate when I stand next to his massive form.
“Vargas?” My teeth sink into my bottom lip.
“Hmm?” he responds. His hand comes to my chin. He pulls down, making me release my lip.
“Are you going to kiss me?” I finally say it. The suspense is killing me. “Not that you have to. I just thought that—”
“Fuck, you’re adorable.” He cuts me off. Then his mouth is on mine. It wasn't a slow lean down to give me time. He claimed my mouth as though he couldn’t wait another second to taste me.
His fingers dig into my hair. My body melts into his. Vargas gives my hair a tug, making my head fall back more. I let out a small gasp of surprise. His tongue slips past my lips. I could get lost in this man.
I dig my fingers into his shirt and start to kiss him back. I try to mimic his actions. My tongue slips into his mouth. He lets out a groan that shoots through me like an electric current, making my entire body tingle.
“Gorgeous.” He lifts me off my feet. I wrap my legs around him. His cock presses against my sex. I rock my hips, marveling at the sensation it sends through my whole body. I’m thankful that my body is on autopilot because I have no clue what I’m doing. The only thing I know is that I don’t want it to stop. “We should stop.” Another lie from me.
His mouth leaves mine to travel down my jaw, then over to my neck. He nips and sucks at my skin.
“Vargas.” I moan. He can’t stop. Not now. I might die. Never in my life have I been this turned on.
“If you don’t stop grinding your little pussy against my cock, I’m going to fuck you against this wall.” His mouth comes to my ear. “Find out how snug and wet you’ll feel wrapped around me.” A whimper rips from me.
“You have a dirty mouth.” I push my whole body into his. No one has ever spoken to me that way. It makes me feel sexy and naughty.
“You test me.” Vargas buries his face in my neck.
“Vargas?” I run my finger up the back of his neck into his hair.
“We could watch a movie.” He suddenly puts me down onto my feet.
It takes me a second to process what he said. Vargas takes a step back. I lean into the door to my room, my knees wanting to give out. My sex is throbbing between my thighs. I’m so wet my panties are sticking to me.
“Watch a movie?” My heart sinks.
“You’re not tired and–”
“Actually, I think I am.” I slip my hand behind my back to grab the doorknob. “It has been a long day with everything that’s happened.”
“Cadence.” Vargas runs a hand through his hair.
“Good night.” I turn to rush into my room. Sassy lifts her head, giving me an annoyed look for waking her up. She’s curled up in the center of the bed.
I press my hands against my warm cheeks. What the hell was that? One second he was all over me, and then he was pushing me away. It makes my mind spin.
He kissed me. Though it was after I asked if he was going to kiss me. Had he done it because he felt he had to? Or could he have wanted to kiss me then felt guilt over it because of my father? That still lingers in the back of my mind.
My father told me Vargas was a man that would do whatever he needed to get what he wanted. I don’t think anyone would believe that they could get to my father through me. But they can. I’m living proof of it right now. Why else would my dad be so protective? He, however, doesn’t let anyone else know that. In public, he’s always cold and distant to me. It’s only when it’s him and me that I get the side of him no one else ever sees.