Page 129 of Dream Chaser

“I could make it up to you,” I said, letting my hand fall to the front of his slacks.

He caught my wrist, squeezing gently. “You could, by letting me take you out on a date tonight.” He dropped a kiss on my cheek, then my forehead. “And letting me fuck you all night later.”

***

The candles on the tables were the only source of light as Alejandro and I dined at Taste—an intimate, upscale restaurant on the marina. After a long day of stolen looks, we sat side by side in a booth in the back, sipping coffee and sampling the desserts he’d ordered when I couldn’t choose just one.

“Try this.”

He brought a forkful of mango soufflé to my lips.

“God, it’s delicious,” I said when the sweet taste exploded on my tongue. “Tropical fruits are my weakness.”

“Good to know.” He cupped my face, then kissed me softly. “I planned a walk on the beach, but the weather’s dreary.”

“Typical for January,” I said. “I guess it’s different in Spain.”

“It’s different in my hometown in the south. But my parents are both from the northwest of Spain, where it rains even more than here.”

“I didn’t know that.”

Alejandro brought my hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to my knuckles. “They moved shortly after I was born. The factory my father worked at closed, and the only similar job he could find was in the south. I guess he could’ve found something else if he’d waited, but when you have a small kid, no money, and nobody to rely on for childcare, your options are few.”

“Yeah,” I said. “My dad was the only one working. My mom wanted to stay at home. It worked for them, but I didn’t want that life for myself. My mother never understood why.”

He skimmed his fingertips over my waist. “She doesn’t need to. Accepting your choice and supporting you is enough.”

That would never happen, but Alejandro was right. “So wise, Mr. Guerrero.”

He squeezed my side. “I nearly fucking lost it when you called me that at the office this morning.”

“So, you liked it?”

His mouth curved into a smirk. “You know what I like.”

I turned in his hug and ran my fingertips down his neck, whispering, “Me calling you Ale when you’re inside me?”

He kissed me. Hard. “Fuck the beach. I need you.”

***

The car ride to Alejandro’s was a blur. As soon as his apartment door closed behind us, his hands were all over me, and mine mapped his broad shoulders and the expanse of his sculpted chest, reveling in the feeling of his muscles shifting beneath my fingers.

“I’ve been dying to have you again,” he said between kisses, steering me toward his bedroom.

I undid the row of buttons on his shirt. “Me too.”

He pressed me against the wall by the bedroom door, his hot, wet mouth gliding over my neck until I was shaking with anticipation.

“I want to taste you,” he murmured, slipping his hand under my skirt. “Savor you.”

He tugged my sheer tights down, then tossed them aside. My panties followed. A tremor rocked through me when he lifted my skirt. It bunched around my waist, leaving me exposed.

Alejandro got down on his knees. “Put your leg on my shoulder.”

I lifted it. He kissed my inner thigh, then cupped my ass, bringing me closer to his mouth. A jolt of pleasure ran through me as his tongue licked along my slit.

I gripped his hair. “Ale…”