The Slayer (Untamed Hearts #2)(139)

“I promise,” he said and then amended, “Unless we have a repeat of what happened today.”

“Oh Jesus,” she moaned, and somehow she realized it was an agreement. “I don’t have the vaguest idea how to smoke.”

She had shot someone today and was probably an accessory to several other brutal murders. The marijuana wasn’t exactly the worst of her crimes for the afternoon.

So she gave in.

Chuito rolled onto his side once more, cupping her face with his free hand. The smell of the pot was earthy, and she couldn’t decide whether she liked it or not, but then he rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip. “I won’t make you smoke it. We’ll do it a different way.”

He took another long hit, but rather than blowing the smoke out, he touched her lip again, forcing her to part her lips to him. He breathed the smoke into her mouth, and she coughed, blowing the smoke back in his face, which made Chuito laugh at her.

“Let’s try again,” he said and cupped her face once more. “You’re supposed to breathe in, mami.”

She nodded, because seeing him smile, with those deep dimples making his eyes somehow less intense, was worth breathing in for. “Okay, let me try again.”

This time, when he did it, she closed her eyes and breathed in. It occurred to her that this was sort of sensual in an odd, smoky way. With his lips so close to hers, she started to become more interested in him than the pot.

When he blew into her mouth again, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his in a billow of smoke. The kiss was soft, with one indulgent sweep when Chuito pushed his tongue into her open mouth, but then he pulled away and whispered, “You’re doing it wrong.”

“I don’t care,” she said and parted her lips again.

Chuito caressed her face, his gaze molten as he took another long puff. Then he leaned in, letting her completely ruin whatever he was trying to do, sharing another smoky kiss. She opened her mouth wide to him, letting him slip his tongue into her mouth with a low groan.

It didn’t last as long as she wanted, and she found herself clinging to his shirt, still trembling and desperate for reassurance that he was back in her arms and they were safe.

“Do it right this time,” he said with a false scowl.

She nodded and then parted her lips again. The smoke wasn’t as big a problem as she thought, not when it let her thread her fingers into his hair and hold his mouth to hers. This time she was the one who tasted him, swallowing his groan of pleasure, because he was certainly one of those men who didn’t mind her kissing him like it was the only thing that was going to keep her from going crazy.

“Okay, try again. I’ll do it right,” she said when the two of them parted breathlessly. “I promise.”

“Don’t make promises you’re not gonna keep,” he warned as he reached past her, grabbing an ashtray out of the box. He flicked ashes into it and then glared at her. “One more.”

“One more,” she agreed, already leaning in.

“And you promise you’ll do it right?”

“I promise.”

She didn’t even wait for him to blow the smoke into her mouth. She just fisted his shirt and kissed him in hot, openmouthed desperation as the smoke drifted around them like an afterthought.

“You promised,” Chuito growled when he pulled back from her.

“It’s right for me. This is right.” She leaned in once more. “This is what I need. This makes me feel sane again. I don’t even think the stupid pot works. I don’t feel anything.”

“Yeah?” He laughed at her. “Maybe that’s ’cause you’re doing it wrong.”

“Maybe,” she agreed and then parted her lips to him again anyway.

She lost track of how many kisses she stole from him, how many billows of smoke were lost to her need. The room was hazy under the beams of afternoon sunlight filtering in as Chuito gave in to what she needed.

He rolled them over, breathing smoke into her mouth and kissing her hotly. He licked her neck as he flicked the illegal cigar against the ashtray and then pulled at her robe, exposing her left breast.

Rather than kissing her, he just blew the smoke against her nipple, making her suck in a breath. She moaned, threading her fingers into his hair once more, not letting go when he did the same thing to her right breast.

He did it several more times, sucking on her tightened nipples after he was done, making her arch and moan beneath him. He tugged at the tie to the robe, shoving it open, leaving her naked to him, and it wasn’t funny, but she giggled anyway.

He lifted his head and quirked an eyebrow at her. “Still not working?”

“Nope,” she assured him, even if she was feeling a little light-headed, because she was sort of enjoying his efforts. “Try again.”

So he tried again.

And again.

And again.

Until she was giggling and gasping with pleasure, and she knew she was upset, but she sort of forgot why. All she knew was Chuito’s mouth felt really good, and he looked so beautiful, with his big strong arms and cut body.

She tugged at his shirt, trying to pull it off him. “Let me see you. I like your muscles.”

“Ay Dios mio.” He laughed at her, and some of the tension seemed to have slipped out of him somewhere along the way too. “You’re f*cked-up, mami.”