Chapter 12

“A kiss, Marcos. Just a kiss, and you made a huge scene,” I huffed, irritated. “Now everyone’s probably talking.”

“To hell with everyone. I just want to know why? Why did you do that, Emily?” he asked, sounding even more pissed after my explanation.

“What do you mean by that? We were at a party, both alone, and decided to hook up. What’s the big deal?”

“What’s the big deal? Are you seriously asking me that?”

“What’s the problem, Marcos? We never talked about not seeing other people,” I shouted back. I wasn’t going to be the villain just because he saw me with someone else. “I know you’ve been going to the next town, sleeping with your older women. Why make a scene because I kissed someone? Can’t I even kiss another guy?”

“What the hell… Where did you get the idea I’m hooking up with other girls?” he asked, his voice faltering. “I couldn’t even if I wanted to. I think about you all the damn time. Damn it, Emy, there’s no one else!”

“There isn’t?” I whispered, shocked by his words. “I… how…” I sighed, unsure what to say. “How was I supposed to know? We never talked about this thing between us, never labeled it.” I started pacing the room. “And now you’ve ruined everything we did to keep it hidden.”

“And that was my biggest mistake!” His voice stopped me. “Hiding that you’re with me was my biggest mistake.” He stood in front of me, and I swallowed hard, seeing the determination in his eyes and his words about me. “You’re only mine. I’ll never share you!”

“I’m sorry. I… I thought you…” I stammered, approaching him cautiously, unsure if he still wanted me.

“I lost it when I saw him touching you. I just wanted to rip his hands off you and punch him for touching what’s mine, only mine!”

I touched his chest, testing his reaction, and he grabbed my arms tightly, pulling me against him and devouring my mouth.

I moaned against his lips and kissed him back, pouring all my frustration into it, unleashing all the desire his words had sparked in me.

I felt crazed. He wasn’t with anyone else. I was the only one he wanted!

Marcos slid his hands down my waist, pressing me against him. Before I knew it, he grabbed my butt and lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his hips, surprised by his attack.

I felt him sit on the bed with me in his lap, and all I could think about was what we’d do there. I was desperate to give myself to him.

“Just to be clear,” he said, kissing my neck. “You’re my girlfriend now, Miss Emily,” he murmured, trailing kisses up my neck, and I sighed, each kiss pulling me deeper.

Marcos kissed my ear and held the back of my neck, tilting my head to deepen the contact of his mouth and tongue against my skin. I knew what I wanted in that moment, and feeling his lips kissing and sucking my skin like that only confirmed it.

I grinded against him, gripping his hair as he moved toward my collarbone, and I felt his hard erection against my core.

He didn’t stop me when I pulled off his shirt, tossing it to the floor. I ran my hands over his abs and chest, up his arms, feeling his muscles tense as I scraped my nails across him.

Every time he touched a place no one else had, I grew bolder, more frantic.

His hands gripped my thighs, sliding up and down, making me even more aroused.

I pulled off my dress, letting it join his shirt on the floor, and Marcos pulled back, staring at me for a few seconds. His gaze roamed my body, taking in every exposed inch.

My heart pounded in my chest. We’d never been like this before, but I loved the way his eyes slid over me, licking his lips, showing how much he liked what he saw.

Our ragged breaths were the only sound in the room. He gripped my hips firmly and pulled me close, burying his face between my breasts.

Marcos ran his tongue along the top of my bra, making me gasp and press myself against him, wanting more.

When I reached for his jeans, Marcos tensed. I knew by now he was as turned on as I was, so I kept going.

“Emy,” he whispered like a warning, but I persisted, unzipping his pants and pushing them down.

Marcos helped, and I couldn’t help but moan when our bodies pressed together, only our underwear separating us.

Somehow, he still hadn’t gotten what I wanted. I rubbed against his erection, feeling his teeth sink into my skin.

Marcos’ hands gripped my thighs tightly, as if to stop me from moving, but it didn’t work. I was determined.

I leaned down, kissing him before grinding against his erection again. It didn’t take long for us to be like two teenagers, rubbing against each other through our underwear, chasing pleasure.

When I reached to unhook my bra, he grabbed my hands.

“I want you, Marcos,” I murmured in a breathless sigh.

“Not today, not here.”

But I didn’t care. As soon as he let go of my hands, I unhooked my bra, letting my breasts spill out in front of his face.

“You’re impossible!” His hand landed a firm slap on my butt, and I yelped in shock. “So stubborn.” He gripped my breast, his thumbs circling my nipples. “So hot!” He leaned forward, his lips closing around one nipple, and it was the most delicious thing I’d ever felt.

I moaned and gripped his hair tightly. I arched my back, giving him more access to his assault. Marcos didn’t hold back, sucking and devouring my breast.

His free hand wrapped around my waist, guiding my movements as I rode his lap, throwing my head back and letting him drive me even wilder.

“All mine!” were the only words he said before flipping us so he was on top. “Say it, Emy. Who do you belong to?”

I clung to his arms as he thrust against me again, his movements hitting my clit directly, and I moaned, unable to do anything but wrap my legs tightly around him.

“Yours… only yours!” I gasped, and he intensified his rhythm, kissing and sucking my breasts again.

I felt the orgasm building inside me, growing fiercely, and when he bit my hypersensitive nipple, I vaguely realized I was moaning too loudly, but I didn’t care. All I could feel was the moment.

Marcos buried his face in the curve of my neck, groaning louder and pressing his mouth to my skin to muffle it as he came with me.

“I’m in love with you, Marcos,” I murmured, my voice shaky and breathless from the orgasm.

I felt his body tense above me. For a few seconds, he seemed frozen, until he rolled onto his side and pulled me against his chest.