Page 2 of Entangled With You

“What the fuck is that? Dance like you mean it, chamo,” Juan Carlos slurs as he gets closer to us on the dance floor, and Cattleya chuckles.

“Hey, don’t spook my dance partner. It took him long enough to finally come dance with me.”

When I realize what she just said, I look at her, and her eyes are already on me. Heat runs down through me, firing me up. Fuck, she was waiting for me? Damn, I better up my game then.

We ended up dancing for over an hour without taking a break. Cattleya is a great teacher. She showed me how to dance bachata and even the basic steps of salsa, Colombian style.

“I’m so tired. I think I need a gallon of water,” Cattleya says as she holds my hand and leads me to the table where we sat earlier.

I let her pull me like a lost puppy—I would never admit it, but the boys were right—following someone who had just given him a treat.

Once she has had some water, I ask, “Do you want to go to the beach again? Last night was nice.” Last night, we found a small cove about twenty minutes from the resort. I add a shrug for good measure, trying to act calm and collected—the complete opposite of how I feel.

Her eyes immediately brighten while a beautiful smile spreads across her lips. “Yes! Let’s go.” This time, I’m the one who reaches for her hand.

We walk slowly, silently enjoying each others’ company, swaying our entangled hands as the breeze graces them like a sweet caress. The noise from the party drifts away the farther we get from the resort.

I look ahead, but I can tell in the corner of my eye that she’s smiling. When I turn to face her, Cattleya looks at me with those big doe eyes, and I see it— she’s smiling with her eyes. It is such a beautiful sight that it takes my breath away.

I want to kiss her, but what if she rejects me? What if I’ve misread the situation all along? Fuck it, the worst thing that can happen is that she says no, and I’ll just have to avoid her like the plague for a couple more days until I go back to my life in Argentina. Something I’m quite used to, if I’m being honest, avoiding people is my jam.

We’re ten feet away from the cove, but I can’t wait any longer. I stop walking and turn my body so I face her fully. Her breath catches, anticipation in her gaze. I lower myself, getting closer and closer to her as her hands land on my waist.

Cattleya stretches to her tiptoes and presses her lips to mine. Her touch is soft, almost timid. A raging fire erupts inside me, and I take control of the kiss, placing one hand on the back of her neck and the other one on her ass. A little moan escapes her mouth, and I deepen the kiss, hungry for this woman who has had my head spinning ever since I laid eyes on her.

“Cattleya, wait,” I say, breaking the kiss way too soon.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, confusion marring her pretty face.

“If we continue like this, I won’t be able to stop,” I say as I bite my lip. I really want to be with her tonight, but I want to make sure she wants this, too.

“I don’t want you to stop,” Cattleya says as she tugs my shirt, pulling me flush against her.

“Fuck,” I whisper, and Cattleya starts kissing my neck. This woman will be my ruin. Or my salvation. She’s leaving a trail of goosebumps on my skin as she continues her exploration. I’ve never been so aroused by a woman before. It’s like every single touch, every single kiss Cattleya gives me sets me on fire.

“But what if someone sees us?” I ask, trying to give her an out. I need to remember she’s only eighteen and Sofi’s sister, who will likely marry Franco sooner rather than later. The boludo has been carrying an engagement ring with him all over the place this week.

“Let’s just go to the cove we went to last night. No one saw us there.”

Cattleya hasn’t even finished her sentence, and I’m already reaching for her hand and leading her toward the cove. So much for being older and more mature than her; I’m letting my dick do all the thinking. A little chuckle comes out of her lips as she rushes to pick up her pace.

Once we get to the cove, I take off my shirt and place it on the sand so Cattleya can lie down. I’ve never liked sweet sex. I like it rough—feral—but for some reason, I don’t want to have a quick fuck with her. I want to take my time and explore every single inch of her glorious tan skin. Learn her curves, her soft spots, what gives her pleasure, and what makes her scream. I want her to forget her name while chanting mine.

“Matías, is everything okay?” Cattleya asks quietly, and I shake my head to clear my thoughts.

“Yes, of course. I’m sorry, I tend to get lost in my thoughts a lot.”

She simply smiles at me and brings me down with her to the sand, and I follow her like a moth following the flame.

“Please let me know if there’s something you don’t like or what I can do to make you feel better,” I say as I start kissing her temple, moving to her cheek and her jaw.

When my lips are about to kiss hers, she says, “That’s sweet, but I want the real Matías tonight. Don’t hold back.”

Her words stun me, but we did talk about a lot of things last night; she’s a great listener, and after a little too much wine, we ended up talking about sex. I might have shared that I like it rough. And I’m glad she wants this as much as I do because tonight, it’s all about her.

I continue to explore her curves. I nibble and lick. She tastes like flowers and the ocean, sweet and salty in equal measure. She moves under me, trying to find the zipper of my pants, and my predatory instincts kick in.

“No, mi ángel (no, my angel). I’ll be the one exploring tonight.”

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