Through My Window (Hidalgos #1)(19)
“Ares, let me explain what happened.”
Ares pushes me aside and walks toward my bed. “You don’t have to explain anything to me.” His eyes travel to his brother’s soiled clothing on the floor and then back to Apolo’s prone form. “Did you get him drunk?” he asks, apparently changing his mind.
“It was an accident.”
“You left me and went to get my little brother drunk?”
“It was . . .”
“An accident? How can you be so irresponsible?” he snaps and shakes his brother, but Apolo just mumbles something about wanting his mom and hides his head under the pillow. “Just look at him!” Ares straightens up and glares at me. “Did you do it on purpose? Did you want to ruin my night so badly?”
He approaches me, and I stand my ground. I’m not going to let him intimidate me. “Listen to me, Ares, it was an accident. I ordered shots for me, and your brother thought they were for him. Since he’s not used to it, he got drunk on basically nothing.”
“Do you expect me to believe that?”
“Whether you believe me or not, I don’t care, I’m telling you the truth.”
“The little girl has character,” he says in a mocking tone.
“I’m not a little girl, and unless you’re going to apologize for yelling at me and coming into my room like that, I don’t want to talk to you. Go away.”
“Apologize?”
“Yes.”
Ares sighs but says nothing, so I speak again. “Your brother isn’t going to come back to life any time soon, so I suggest you let him sleep, and then come and get him in the morning.”
“Let him sleep with you? Over my dead body.”
“You sound like a jealous boyfriend.”
“You wish.”
He approaches me, and I watch him cautiously. “What are you doing?”
Ares takes my hand and brings it to his face, pressing his soft lips against my skin. “Apologizing.” He kisses the inside of my hand, his eyes fixed on mine. “I’m sorry, Raquel.”
I want to scream at him and tell him that an apology is not enough, but that gentle gesture, and the honesty in his eyes when he says it, disarms me. My anger melts away and that tingling in my stomach that I always feel when I’m around Ares returns.
I pull my hand from his. “You’re crazy, you know that?”
Ares shrugs his shoulders. “No, I only know how to admit my mistakes.”
I walk away from him because my stupid mind is having a flashback to when I left him hot and bothered in the bar. Don’t think about that now! I pretend to check on Apolo and fix the sheet covering him. Ares moves to the other side of the bed, and I watch him take off his shoes.
“What the hell are you doing?”
He says nothing, finishes with his shoes, and starts unbuttoning his shirt.
“Ares!”
“You don’t expect me to leave him in this state, do you?” He makes puppy eyes at me that take my breath away. “Besides, it wouldn’t be appropriate . . . if you slept with a man alone.”
“And it’s appropriate for me to sleep with two?”
Ares ignores my question and takes off his shirt.
Holy Mother, Blessed Virgin of Abdominals!
The blood rushes to my cheeks and I turn as red as a tomato. Ares has another tattoo on his lower abdomen and on the left side of his chest. His fingers touch the button of his pants.
“No! If you take off your pants, you sleep on the floor.”
Ares gives me a crooked smile. “Are you afraid of not being able to control yourself?”
“Of course not.”
“So?”
“Just leave them on.”
He raises his hands in obedience. “As you say. Come, time for bed, Witch.”
I struggle not to look at him. Ares is shirtless in my room. This is too much for me. He lies down in the middle of my bed and leaves enough room for me near the edge. I’m thankful that I have a big bed and Apolo is curled up in the corner, otherwise there’s no way we could all fit. Nervously, I lie down on my back next to Ares, who watches me with amusement. I stare up at the ceiling without moving a muscle. I can feel his body heat against my arm. I’m going to die of sexual tension. I take my pillow and put it between the two of us for a sense of protection.
Ares laughs. “A pillow? Really?”
I close my eyes. “Good night, Ares.”
A few seconds pass before the pillow is pulled away. The next thing I feel is Ares’s arm pulling me toward him until my back is flat against his chest. I can feel him completely pressed against me. All of him. Ares presses me even tighter against him, and his hot breath brushes against my ear.
“Good night? I don’t think so. The night is just beginning, Witch. And you owe me one.”
Virgin of Abdominals, protect me!
ELEVEN
The Sexy Greek God
I’m going to have a heart attack.
I can feel my poor heart beating desperately in my chest, and I’m sure Ares feels it too. He’s still pressed against me, and the heat emanating from his body warms my back. His hand is on my hip, and my nerves make my muscles tense and my breathing quicken.
You owe me one . . .