Through My Window(Hidalgos #1)(20)

Ares’s words echo in my head.

His breath caresses the side of my neck, giving me goose bumps. Slowly, Ares’s hand moves up over my dress until he reaches my ribs. I stop breathing as his hand stops just below my left breast and remains there.

“Your heart is going to burst,” he whispers in my ear.

I lick my lips. “It must be the alcohol.”

Ares’s lips brush my ear. “No, it’s not.”

He begins to leave wet kisses on my neck, moving up to lick my earlobe. I feel my legs weaken at the sensation of his lips on that sensitive part of my body. “Did you enjoy it?”

His question confuses me. “What?”

“Leaving me horny?”

I gasp at his raw words. As if to emphasize his point, his hand moves down from my chest to my hip and presses me even closer to him. That’s when I feel how hard he is. I know I should pull away from him, but his tongue licks, his lips suck, and his teeth bite into the skin of my neck, driving me crazy.

Don’t fall into his game, Raquel.

“I know you just want revenge,” I whisper, thinking that maybe this will make him give up.

“Revenge?” He smiles into my skin and his hand moves up to my breasts once more, but this time he massages them shamelessly. I shiver in his arms. It’s the first time a boy has touched me like that.

“I know that’s what you want,” I say, biting my lip to hold back a moan.

“That’s not what I want.”

“So, what do you want?”

His hand leaves my breasts, and his fingers trace a line down my stomach. I jump when his hand touches between my legs. “This is what I want.”

Okay, that’s very clear.

Ares takes the edge of my dress and slides it up painfully slowly. My heart has already suffered through two heart attacks and survived. I have no idea why I’m letting him touch me like this again. Or maybe I do, because I’ve always been drawn to him in an inexplicable way. Ever since I saw him playing soccer in his backyard when we were kids, his stoic expression and cold eyes caught my attention. He was just a kid and there was already something mysterious about him that made me want to know more, made me want to find a way to make him smile and abandon that bitter expression. To this day, I still want to see more of him. I want all of him.

A slight murmur of denial leaves my lips as Ares slips his hand under my dress, his fingers moving up and down over my underwear. His slow torture continues as I unconsciously begin to move my hips back toward him, wanting all of him pressed against me. Ares growls softly, and it’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard in my life.

“Raquel, I can feel how wet you are through your panties.”

The way he says my name makes the pressure in my belly grow. I’m nibbling on my lower lip so hard to keep myself from moaning that I’m afraid I’ll bleed. His torture continues, slow, up and down, circles . . . I need more. I want more.

“Ares . . .”

“Yes?” His voice is no longer that robotic, cold voice I’m used to. It’s guttural and his breathing is inconsistent. “Do you want me to touch you there?”

“Yes,” I answer shyly.

Obediently, Ares moves my panties aside, and, the moment his fingers touch my skin, I shudder, arching my back.

“Oh God, Raquel,” he moans in my ear. “You’re so wet, so ready for me.”

His fingers work magic, making my eyes roll back. Where the fuck did he learn to do that? My breathing is chaotic; my heart doesn’t even have a normal rhythm anymore; my body is overloaded with delicious, addictive sensations. I can’t and won’t stop. My hips move even more against him, making him harder.

“Keep moving like that, keep teasing me, and I’ll spread those pretty legs and fuck you so hard I’ll have to cover your mouth to silence your moans.”

His words are like fire to my burning body. His fingers are still moving in me, his mouth still on my neck, his body pressed against mine.

“I can’t take it anymore.” My self-control is gone; it vanished the moment he slipped his hands inside my underwear. I am so close to an orgasm and he seems to know it because he speeds up the movement of his fingers. Up, down, I can feel it coming, my body trembles in anticipation.

“Ares! Oh God!” I am only sensations, delicious sensations.

“Do you like it?”

“Yes!” I moan uncontrollably, approaching an orgasm. “Oh God, I’m yours!”

“All mine?”

“Yes! All yours!”

My whole body explodes into tingling sensations that run through every part of me, electrifying me, making me moan so loudly that Ares uses his free hand to cover my mouth. This is nothing like the ones I’ve achieved by touching myself. This orgasm disarms and shakes me.

Ares releases my mouth and takes his hand out of my panties. He moves away from me a little and the next thing I hear is the sound of plastic ripping. A condom? And then the sound of his pants zipper. I panic and turn my body around to face him. But not even a hundred years of life would have prepared me to see him like this: half-naked on my bed, blushing, his beautiful blue eyes staring back at me with lust. My searching eyes travel down his abs to that forbidden zone I’ve already felt so much but haven’t seen and, wow, I confirm that Ares is completely perfect as I watch him put on the condom.