Mexican Romance Novels & Stories

"Best Mexican food in town." "Girls are more sensitive, but Damon is my boss too, not just my brother." She reached for the handle, getting out and wishing she were still face down in her sheets. Being with Matt was a horrible idea. She wanted to hear from Damon, wanted to know that last night meant something to him, and instead, she was going to have to work all night to placate Matthew. "Are you and Damon working on a project together?" "Yes." Bethany moved back as Matt opened the door, the sound of Hispanic music almost overwhelming. They found their seats, and she ordered a margarita with an extra shot of tequila.

He was just a couple of inches taller than I was, so I could rest my head on his shoulder as he kissed my hair and rubbed my back. We moved slowly together to our own rhythm. “Mi amor, mi corazon, mi cielo,” Javier murmured to me. My love, my heart, my sky. You are America and I am Cuba, and sometimes I feel the sea between us, pushing us apart. But tonight, I want there to be no distance. I want to give you my heart, my soul, my body.” I was swooning. This was the Javier I’d fallen in love with, this passionate romantic who made me feel like the most important man in his world. “I want to do the same for you, sweetheart,” I said.

I shot Pierce a glare across the table, but inside, I was smiling. He knew every little thing about me. Every desire and obsession. He always paid attention. I know his friends snored as he told them about me. But it's so cute of him. “What of Romance?” Don Juarez asked. I felt confident. “Yes, especially dark romance,” I admitted, feeling more calm. “I have a whole collection at home. The darker the better.” Don Nero let out a low chuckle. “See, Juaréz? Your sappy shit has infected the next generation.”He remarked.

The feeling was so contrasting but interesting. “Fuck! I think you’re ready for me! Your juices are flowing and you look so beautiful…” Mex said then suddenly grabbed the leash making her head roll back. He tightened the leash on her neck then bent down to kiss her lips, he sucked her lips so thoroughly, sticking his tongue inside her open mouth, sucking her tongue but she couldn’t respond because her mouth had been tied. Mex's breathing was uneven as he watched her saliva slide down. He smirked then tightened the leash again making her frown and groan.

Maverick stayed leaned against the table, watching and it was not in his usual careless way, he was keenly watching the space between me and Ethan. We got through maybe fifteen minutes of review before the interruption came. Ethan had just started explaining something when Maverick leaned in again, tapping the margin of my notebook with one long finger. “That word’s spelled wrong.” I turned to the word which was in fact spelt wrongly. “It’s not,” I snapped, pulling it away. “Could’ve fooled me.” He grinned all teeth. Ethan’s jaw tightened. “Do you always have to distract her?” Maverick didn’t miss a beat. “Maybe she likes it.”

"Look, I'm not saying this isn't complicated. It is. But Rafael's dead. You're alive. She's alive. And apparently there's something between you two or you wouldn't have kissed her." "There's nothing between us." "More bullshit." "It's not bullshit. It was just... adrenaline or the closeness or… I don't know. It didn't mean anything." "If it didn't mean anything you wouldn't be hiding in your office at two AM looking like someone kicked your dog." Marco studied me. "You have feelings for her." "I don't have feelings for her." "Dante..." "I don't, okay? I just... she was there. We were fighting. Things got heated. People kiss. It happens. Doesn't mean anything."

I needed to find a way to cancel tonight’s date without hurting his feelings. Romeo is an Italian who moved here from Spain. He has been in Verona for three years and knows the city better than I do. He offered to show me around at night, and I gladly accepted because I have been so bored in my hotel room after Alejandro leaves me at 7 p.m. every evening.

I pulled him toward me and crashed my mouth against his. It wasn't a soft kiss. It wasn't a movie kiss. It was messy, desperate, and full of all the anger and confusion we had been carrying since the day we became roommates. It tasted like salt and heat. It felt like a fight. Jax made a low sound in his throat: half a groan, half a growl and slammed me back against the tiled wall. The cold tile hit my back, but I didn't care because his body was warm, pressing against me, pinning me there. His hands moved from my arms to my waist, gripping me so hard I knew there would be marks tomorrow.

His friend on the other line said excitedly. Eric was so irritated by his friend's words, "Listen, she isn't a chick neither is she anyone property to be used. I don't care whatever Sonia says in her love video about her. All I know is that I am done with Sonia and she can go to hell, do not call me for such anymore, if you don't know what to do with your time, take a trip down to Mexico or feed your nasty cat!" He yelled and hung up with so much guilt pouring all over him.

Roman asked worriedly. Taking a tissue from his hands, she let out a snort. "That," she paused and let our a snort,"is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen" "What? You've never seen my brother kissing a woman?" Mikaella stopped and stared at her husband wide eyed,"How is it that I ended up marrying the less romantic brother?" "How about we get out of here and I shower you with as much romance as you want, wifey"Roman whispered in her ear and Mikaella pushed him away from her.