Savage Unapologetic(57)

I snickered, watching them interact with fascination. So, this was how siblings interacted. I was amazed. Though it was glaringly obvious that they fought all the time, love could be detected between the harsh words they threw at each other.

Juana's boyfriend, Silas, was due to arrive soon, but that didn't stop her from grilling me about my love life, wondering if River really was amazing in person. I had nothing but great things to say about River, and the more I spoke about him, the heavier the pang in my chest grew. I realized just how much I missed my other half.

After her curiosity was quenched, Juana made me try weed. At first, I was reluctant, but after the third invitation, I folded and took a quick hit, which inevitably gave me a crazy bout of coughing fits.

"I think I'm good." I tapped my chest a few times as smoke billowed from my lips, hoping to quell that weird stuck, itchy, burning feeling down my esophagus. "Why would you torture yourself like that?" I frowned as Juana tapped my cheek a few times.

"The only way to get rid of that is to smoke more and drink more!" she exclaimed as Juan appeared with a tray of alcoholic selection. "Good timing. Now we drink more, sí?"

"Sí, sure." I reluctantly nodded while my eyes roved towards the tray, wondering which to drink first: Belvedere or Patron. 

Two hours in, Juan was beyond intoxicated. I had a good buzz, quite at the tipping point, but not quite.

"Hand me the keys; I'm driving." Without any form of identification or driver's license, I knew I shouldn't even consider going behind the wheel, but it was either that or wait for a cab. Since I was pressed for time, I'd rather take my chances.

Juan wasn't entirely useless. At least he could still recall his address. So, I set the car's navigation to take us back to the apartment.

At this time of night, there wasn't much traffic. It made it easier for me to concentrate on driving.

Half an hour later, I was maneuvering the car into its proper parking spot in the garage.

"We're here!" Journey accomplished without a hitch.

Shutting off the engine, my eyes landed on Juan, who I thought was sleeping, but I was sorely mistaken. He'd been staring at me the entire time with those dark I-want-to-fuck-you eyes.

The temperature dropped quickly, tension blanketing the tiny space in the two-seater sports car.

"You don't like me at all, sí?" he murmured as his eyes dropped to my parted lips.

My lips ran dry, and as much as I wanted to look away, the Spanish held me hostage. He dominated everything.

"You hate me all day, but when we kiss, the hate disappears." His tenor dropped. He was in full-on seduction mode as he leaned closer to me, steadily holding my gaze as my breathing hitched to new heights.

"Newsflash: it's called acting," I weakly reasoned, though it was blatantly obvious his nearness affected me.

Darting my tongue out to wet my dry lips, his envious eyes took in the simple gesture, luring him more, enticing his already amplified libido.

I began to pant. My chest heaved, and I felt hot all over. My body tightened, tingling just as I felt a small spurt of juices seeping between my folds, evidence of my shameless arousal.

"Prove me wrong then, cariña." His carnal eyes lingered on the valley of my cleavage before gazing towards my neck, where my pulse was located, revealing just how much he affected me. "Make me stop wanting you. Stop making me think there's something more. Do you know how many times I've been tempted to push further when you're underneath me? It's all I think about. I need you like a man needs air to breathe. Prove me wrong, so we can both stop this. Help me stop this."

"How?"

"A kiss without you acting, without the camera rolling, without an audience. Prove to me that the passion I felt in your kiss was for the camera and not for me," he stated as he inched closer. His thumb grazed the bottom of my lip, while the other brushed the side of my neck, where he lavished at my accelerated pulse.

My gaze flickered towards his full manly lips, wondering if I could successfully accomplish such a request. There was one way to find out  …

"One kiss?" I wanted reassurance.

"One kiss."

"Okay." I barely got the word out before his lips met mine.

There was no gentleness to it. It was harsh and unforgiving, and my lips opened to welcome his brash invasion. Our tongues mingled, battling, as he deepened the kiss with his hand securely capturing the back of my neck, confining me with his torment. I felt the side of my head recline against the headrest, feeling out of my depth, out of control as lust began to unfurl, possessing my body.

Drowning in his fevered passion, Juan stroked the inside of my thighs. It inched farther, parting my legs as he greedily accessed my womanhood. He cupped my pussy before he groaned with approval. He then began to rub it over my lace thong with two fingers, dipping his digits between my lips as he sought for the hot nub where he ferociously applied pressure.