Page 35 of Torched

“He doesn’t even know you.”

“This is how it always goes, Liam. As soon as anyone hears I’m a Reyes, they either want to run or kill me. I guess your brother is the latter.”

“It will be fine. We just have to show him who you really are.” I close the distance between us, pulling the glass from her hands and putting it back on the table.

She shows me her cheek, not wanting to look me in the eye, but I take it as an invitation to leave a trail of kisses down her neck.

“He’ll warm up to you. I know he will.”

“I’m pretty sure he won’t. This is Kane Carrillo we’re talking about. He’s vindictive as fuck.”

“I know.” I smirk, continuing the same path until I reach her collarbone with my lips. “He’s my little brother. Who do you think raised him?”

“You’re not vindictive. You give me a chance.” I pull my head back to find her eyes. They are laced with hope and question, the sight alone tucking my heart.

“He will to; he just needs time.”

“Do you promise? Because I don’t want to lose you, Liam.” Her glossy eyes conjure my mouth into a flashy smile.

“Do you like me, Cristina Reyes?”

She dips her chin, a little embarrassed as she nods. “I do. I like you alot.”

The confession expands my chest, a shiver running down my spine of something I assume is attraction. Because I feel the same.

I place my finger underneath her chin, forcing her to look at me.

“I like you too.A lot.”

“Really?”

“Really.” I show the truth in my words by crashing my lips into hers, pulling her hips against mine. I can feel her red lipstick rubbing off on my mouth, but all I care about is feeling her. “What time is the reservation?”

“Eight.”

“Let’s skip it and order some pizza.” My hands slide underneath her dress, wanting to feel her heat covering my dick.

A laugh bubbles from her throat as she swats my chest. “I don’t eat pizza.” She glances at her watch. “But we have ten minutes.”

“I can work with that.” I lead her over to the table, planting her ass so I have full access between her legs, as I start to rub her center against my bulge. Our lips never disconnect, our tongues dancing around each other while I quickly take off my clothes and she runs her hands through my hair.

Each moan turns me on even more, each shift of her hips grinding over my dick, making me harder by the second. When I’m standing in front of her with a bare chest, I pull out of her grip, unbuttoning my pants after I kick off my shoes.

“Take your clothes off,” I order.

I want to fuck her on the table, her back flat against the glass surface, while I slap her tits and choke her with my hand. I want to see the tears in her eyes as I make her come instead of just hearing her like I have every time before. It’s like a challenge I need to succeed in because so far, it’s clear that Cristina likes to be fucked from behind as I pull her hair as hard as I can.

But I want to see the expression on her face when she comes undone. I want to see her features tense when she mewls with every thrust. I want to remember more than her black hair waving in front of me when I’m alone at night and touching my dick with her image.

She pushes her dress down her body slowly, revealing the black pieces of lacey lingerie that have me licking my lips. Her sultry look burns through my skin until I’m fully naked in front of her and pulling her to my lips once more.

“You’re so sexy.”

She hums in agreement, while her bra flies through the room, then she’s lifting her hips to take off her thong. She strokes my throbbing cock and I push her back down, her legs hanging on the edge of the table, her pussy greeting me.

I hold her against the surface, rubbing the tip of my dick between her folds, already enjoying the anticipation of burying myself in her heat. I slip inside, shutting my eyes when her warm walls enclose around me.

“Fuck yeah!”

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