I sink against him and concentrate on breathing, being, living in the moment, accepting this as my now.
Tomorrow, I can worry about everything else.
ChapterThirty-Three
“Sol.” Hector runs his knuckles down my arm and back up. “Are you warm now?”
The mattress dips as I shift against him and let out a quick breath when I remember that I’m naked in his arms. Very naked.
“I have never been warmer.”
Merriment twinkles in his eyes as he reaches for the blanket and tugs it down just enough to expose most of my upper body.
“Are you trying to make me cold?” A frown edges my lips as I reach for the blanket, but he keeps it firmly in his grasp.
“No. I’m removing the blanket, so you’ll get up and dress. We must leave,” he says, a hint of impatience in his voice.
My eyes widen. “Now?”
“Yes.”
Disappointment inks into my skin as I think of getting out of bed and not being this close to him. I sigh and move to rise from the mattress. He grabs my arm, bringing me back against him.
“Hector.” I place my hands against his chest and push. He holds firm, keeping me against him. “I cannot get dressed if you’re holding me.”
He smiles. “I am jesting with you. We don’t have to leave.”
“You beast!” I smack his chest. “That was very unkind of you.”
“Smack me again. I enjoyed it.” He yanks me against his body and plants a kiss against my surprised mouth—a hard, quick kiss that takes my breath and sends tingles racing through my veins.
As quickly as he kissed me, he pulls away. I open and close my mouth as his smile widens.
“What are you doing?” I ask as I think of our conversation the night before.
“I’m giving in,” he says in a low, husky voice.
“What are you giving into?”
“You.”
“But last night… You… You...”
“Me?” He raises his brow as he traces my lower lip with his thumb. “What about me, Sol?”
“You are jesting with me. I know you are.”
“I have never been more serious. I intend to bed you, and when we’re done, you’ll beg for me to do it again.”
I inch back enough to search his face, to try to find mirth in his eyes, or a twitch against his lips.
I find nothing.
“What if I hate it?”
A smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth. “You won’t. You’ll enjoy it.”
“I doubt it.” There’s something about his arrogance that brings out the stubbornness in me, the unwillingness to fall into his seduction.
