He comes to me in a few long strides, his gaze traveling the length of my body as he lets out a low whistle. The look in his eyes is like a predatory cat preparing to pounce on his prey. "You know better than to wear a dress like that around me, mija," he growls into my ear before nipping at my neck.
A soft moan escapes my lips as he alternates between biting and kissing the soft curve of my neck all the way to my shoulder.
He cups the globes of my ass and hikes the flimsy fabric up over my hips. "Turn around," he commands in a tone that leaves no room for argument. I spin and watch as he hikes the dress up to my waist, balling the fabric in one hand and squeezing my breast hard with the other. I cry out when he pinches my nipple through the fabric. I gasp when he bends down behind me and rips my panties to the floor. He presses a hand against the back of my neck and pushes me forward. "Hands on the table," he commands.
I eagerly obey, and then he's kicking the stool forward and lifting my knees onto the padded bench. I'm on all fours, watching him in the mirror. Twin thunderstorms brew beneath his gaze as he unzips his pants and drops them to the floor. I lick my lips at the sight of his large erection springing from beneath his button up shirt. I shudder at the mischievous tilt of his smile as he hikes up my skirt again, licks his fingers, and then drives them into my slick channel.
"Naughty girl," he teases. "You're already wet. Did you start without me?"
"No." I shake my head.
Before I can say any more, he pulls out his fingers and buries the entire length of his erection in me, pounding against my swollen center like a battering ram. I suck in a sharp breath as he slides back out and then slams into me again and again. The vanity table rattles beneath me, banging against the wall as Andrés digs his fingers into my hips and drives in deeper, harder. And even though I'm still sore and tender from last night, my core weeps with wetness, savoring each achingly erotic thrust. I can feel that point of pleasure swelling inside me like a bubble ready to pop.
When Andrés cries out, burying himself deep inside me, my own release comes swiftly, bucking against his throbbing head as his juices spill inside me. After the wild pounding of my heart slows down to a heavy thud, he slides out and then quickly returns with a towel.
"See what happens when you dress like that?" He playfully swats my ass before wiping between my thighs.
"I'll have to wear it again," I tease, wiggling my hips.
Andrés lifts me and turns me toward him. He's got this look of pure satisfaction in his glazed over expression. Cupping my chin with his fingers, he feathers a soft kiss across my lips. "You make me very happy, mija."
My chest swells to near bursting as I wrap my arms around his neck and deepen the kiss, and for the first time in weeks, I feel as if all those broken pieces of my heart are fusing back together.
***
Andrés
"Wow. This has to be the best steak I've ever eaten."
My fiancé closes her eyes and groans as she bites into her steak. I'm suddenly jealous, and though I want to deny it, I know the reason why. I've been so busy, I haven't been able to cook for her lately, and she's enjoying that steak a little too much. I feel like her taste buds are cheating on me. I could probably make a steak that tastes just as good, if not better. I make a mental note to fix her one when we get home.
"What is in these mushrooms?" She leans forward and feeds me a bite. "Do you think you could make these?"
My mouth is awash in flavor. Marsala, and a mixture of Italian herbs. I nod as I open my mouth for another bite. Wow. If I ran Arturo's catering business, I'd definitely put mushrooms like this on the menu. Then I mentally kick myself in the ass for planning for a career I know I can never have. "I'm sure I can."
"Omigod!" she squeals. "I'll love you forever if you do."
I give her my best sideways glare. "You'd better love me forever, anyway."
She sets down her wine glass, bats long lashes and flashes a coy smile. "You know I will."
God, she looks so beautiful tonight. Her emerald eyes sparkle from the glow of the candlelight, and after spending the day in the snow, the color has returned to her face. But it's her smile that stops my heart, so wide it illuminates her entire face. I've missed that smile.
I've missed everything about her. I've been so absorbed in my job, I haven't made enough of an effort to spend time with her. After this trip, I intend to change that.
I stare down into my glass, at the mixture of rum and Coke and circular ice cubes, and though I don't intend it, I voice my thoughts aloud. "I need to make more time to do the things I love, like cooking and being with you."