Page 3 of Savage Devil
Honduran, maybe Guatemalan if I had to guess. Latin American for sure, there’s a little too much indigenous in his features to be Spaniard but I don’t bother asking to confirm.
Dressed in low-slung jeans and a form-fitting black shirt, it does nothing to hide his muscular body. He’s most likely an athlete. No surprise there. He definitely has the confident swagger of one.
I force my feet to stay rooted as he towers over my tiny frame. He’s much taller than me, maybe six feet. I have to tilt my head back to meet his stare, and a part of me itches to reach up on tiptoe and close the distance between our mouths, the blond boy all but forgotten thanks to his arrival.
My chest rises and falls with each of my breaths. My heart suddenly eager to beat out of my chest. I’ve never reacted to a boy like this. It’s…intoxicating.
The corners of his lips quirk as if he knows exactly what I’m thinking and more surprising, he acts, closing the space between our lips, his mouth pressing firmly against mine. I gasp and he takes full advantage, his tongue exploring my mouth as the taste of sweet oranges and chili explodes across my tastebuds. I moan into his mouth, unable to stop my reaction to him. Man, can he kiss.
One of his hands grips my hip, the other tangles in my curly hair as he pulls me closer, our bodies pressed tight against one another and everything else around me disappears.
Hoots and hollers to get a room cut through the fog of desire and I pull back, breaking the kiss. He releases me with obvious reluctance, his hand still firmly on my hip and a stunned expression on his face.
I’m breathing heavy, my heart racing. That was…I don’t know what the hell that was, but I’ve never been kissed like that. Never felt the need to clench my thighs together and curl my toes. Was it the same for him? I swallow hard and chew on my bottom lip. His gaze locks on my mouth and he licks his lips, my eyes tracking the movement. My hand reaches up almost as if it has a mind of its own, and my fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt needing to ground myself.
“You still want pretty boy over there?” he asks, tilting his head toward…what was his name?
I shake my head. Hell, no. I want him. This guy right here. If I’m going to lose my virginity to anyone, it should be him. Someone who makes me feel lightheaded after just one kiss.
“Good.”
Without another word he reaches for my hand and tugs on me to follow as he weaves his way through the crowd, heading toward what I think is a pool house. “Where are we going?” I ask, my voice coming out a little breathless, my lips still tingling from our kiss.
“Somewhere quiet,” he says over his shoulder and I notice he’s clutching his side and there’s a stiffness to his gate.
Is he okay?
I’m suddenly nervous. We’re going somewhere quiet which is good. Right? It’s what I want only I don’t even know this guy. Then again, that is kind of the point of tonight. Only… God. Come on, Bibiana. Stop being such a worrier.
Reaching the pool house, he opens the door and we both slip inside. The room is dark, some outside light filtering in through the sheer curtains. He drags me toward a sofa and sits, a soft hiss escaping his lips before he tugs me down beside him.
“Are you alright?”
The room is silent except for our breathing. I sit stiffly beside him, my fingers still laced with his as my eyes adjust to the darkness. His thumb rubs lazy circles across the back of my hand, then he shifts to face me.
“Just a sports injury. No big deal.”
I purse my lips. It’s summer. Sports have ended for the year. I guess it’s possible some practice over the summer months. I think football does maybe, but…
“Hey.” He pulls me closer. “Come here.”
He tugs me onto his lap, my thighs straddling his waist. His length presses against my core and I’m barely able to restrain myself from grinding against him.
He trails a finger along the side of my face, down my neck and settles it along the hollow of my throat. There’s something strangely intimate about the caress. “What’s your name?”
I hesitate.
“You holding back on me, mariposa?” I was right. Definitely Hispanic. His smile is both savage and sinful. There’s this energy to him that draws me in, but it also terrifies me. This is supposed to be a one-night thing. Good memories and a fun time, but nothing more. No attachments. But there’s something about him that tells me he’s someone I’d find myself easily attached to. It’s a good thing I’m only in Sun Valley for one more night. Wouldn’t want to become one of what I’m sure are his many admirers.
“Hardly, just, why not keep this interesting?” I suggest as casually as possible.
He raises a brow, shadows cast across his face from the moonlight filtering through the room. “You don’t wanna exchange names?” If anything, his grin widens.
I shake my head.
“What about phone numbers?” he asks, cocking his head to the side.
Another shake.
