Page 9 of Cutting Ties
Chapter 5
Valentina
As much as our guards attempted to blend in, they stood out like sore thumbs. People pretended not to notice, but they weren’t idiots. As long as everyone minded their own business the fun would get to continue. Anthony hadn’t been to Colombia before and I wanted him to see there was more to my home than what the media coverage would lead him to believe.
Not far from where we ate the hot dogs there was a street dance party going on. The music was perfect – upbeat, but sultry at the same time. The best way to predict how a man would be in bed was to see how they danced.
“Come on.”
“Valentina. Senorita.” Emiliano grabbed my arm, pulling me back to him. “Be careful. Stay close.”
Rolling my eyes at him, I nodded. “Yes, father.” Kicking off my heels, I passed them to Emiliano. “Can you take these for me?”
He did his best to keep a stern expression, but there was a hint of a smile on his lips. While he was capable of doing what was needed to protect me, Emiliano didn’t have the coldness in his heart that my father and brother had.
“Please,” I added for good measure.
With a grunt, he accepted the shoes.
Smiling, I led Anthony into the crowd, but kept close to the outside and close to the guards, just in case. If our relationship progressed and I did happen to move with him to America, what would it be like to go places without guards with me at all times? To be in a place where I wasn’t a target? I bet it would be so freeing. But there was no point in pondering the what ifs when I was in the middle of grasping the moment.
“I hope you’ve been practicing your dance moves, sir,” I teased, sliding up to Anthony and running my hands up his chest to lock my fingers around his neck. I began moving my body against his much more seductively than I would with anyone else, curious to see how he’d react.
“I’m not too sure.” He grimaced at me.
As expected, he was stiff in more ways than one as I moved, grinding and rubbing against him. It was a pity that he didn’t have the rhythm to dance with me – dancing was a passion of mine – but that was fine. Maybe with enough practice I could get him there. Unclasping my hands from around his neck, I slipped my hands into my hair, bundling it at the top of my head as I spun around and slowly lowered myself against his body – my back to his front.
I grinned as I heard him lightly groan, and I felt a bulge begin to form in his pants. Releasing my hair, I placed my hands on his thighs, slowly rising to my feet, making sure I teased his dick with my ass as I stood. Sliding a hand up and behind me, I placed it at the back of his head, running my index finger along his jawline.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, Valentina,” he murmured in my ear, sliding one hand around my waist and the other grasping my chin and tilting my head up and back with the other.
My grin widened as I looked up to see his head lower, his lips moving closer. The anticipation was maddening, making my pussy ache as need slowly began to burn within me.
The music changed to something slower and very, very sexy. He wouldn’t know the words to the song, but his body seemed to be feeling the beat as he began to move with me, our hips rocking back and forth in unison.
Now this was more like it. “Fast learner,” I sighed.
His lips came even closer, so close that our breaths began to intermingle. Breath in – breath out. Our lips drew closer until they ghosted each other. The touch was so light that I moaned softly against his lips.
I closed my eyes as our lips met a second time, this time the kiss was stronger, more intense. His hand around my waist tightened as he pulled my bottom tighter against his growing erection.
Damn.
Feeling the heat of his body against my back was incredible, intensifying the desire burning within me, while the soft feel of his lips as they pressed against mine made me weak in the knees. My lips parted, granting his probing tongue access to mine. When our tongues touched it was like a throwing kerosene onto the fire raging within me, making my panties grow damp from my arousal.
My hand gripped his forearm as we continued to move with the music, our lips and tongues dancing as well. I wanted him. So badly. More than I’d ever wanted anyone before. For the minutes that we indulged in each other, the rest of the world and all of my worries seemed to disappear and it was just me and him.
But as quickly as the moment began, it ended as the music switched up again to a fast salsa. Disappointment reared its head that the moment was gone. My disappointment was short-lived, however, as he took the hand at my waist, held my hand in his, and then quickly spun me out.
I giggled, my brows creased. “What was that?”
Giving my hand another tug, he spun me back into his arms. “I may have taken some salsa lessons.”
“Some?”
Chuckling, he shrugged. “Okay. Perhaps a lot.” Wiggling his eyebrows, he continued, “Did you seriously think I was going to come here knowing how passionate you are about dance and not learn a little something before I arrived?”
Pressing up against him, I brushed my lips against his. “All right, Doctor Anthony. Show me what you’ve got then.”
