Through My Window (Hidalgos #1)(54)

Ares stops his attack on my neck and lifts his face to look at me as his finger enters me.

“Oh God!” I close my eyes.

I want him inside me. I can’t wait any longer.

Ares grabs my ankles and pulls me to him until my legs are dangling off the bed, but I’m still lying down. Spreading myself open for him, I watch him. He rubs his member against my wetness, and I moan softly, waiting for the sensation that never comes.

“Ares, please.”

He gives me a mischievous smile.

“Please what?”

I say nothing. He leans over me to kiss me passionately. He rubs himself against me, tempting, but never filling me like I want him to.

I stop the kiss.

“Please, Ares.”

“Do you want me to fuck you?” he whispers in my ear lasciviously. I nod my head again and again, but he does nothing.

Determined, I grab him by the shoulders and push him onto the bed until he falls on his back. I dig into the pockets of his pants for a condom, and, with a seductive smile, I put it on him before climbing on top of him. He looks at me in surprise, but I know he likes this new position. I pull my shirt off over my head, and his hands go to my breasts immediately. His hard member feels deliciously warm against me. I need him now. I need to feel him inside me.

I lift myself up a little and position him at my entrance. I let myself fall on him and feel him fill me completely.

“Ah, shit, Raquel.” He moans, and it’s the sexiest sound in the world. The sensation is so wonderful that for a few seconds I don’t move. “You look so sexy on top of me like that.”

He massages my breasts and I start to move. I’m not an expert, but at least I try, and my slight movements make me moan even more. Ares licks his lips, squeezing my hips, guiding me to move faster, penetrating me deeply. I cling to his chest, closing my eyes. Up, down, in and out, the rhythm, the touch of hot, wet skin driving me crazy.

I feel the orgasm coming and I know it’s going to be mind-blowing, so I try to hold it in to enjoy this a little longer. I feel powerful on top of him, owning every grunt and moan his lips leave behind. Ares holds my hips and moves with me, giving me deep thrusts that bring me to the brink of orgasm.

“Ah! Ares, yes. Yes! That’s it!”

He rises up, his chest presses against mine, and his mouth finds mine. Without stopping his sudden but divine movements, he grabs my hair, forcing me to meet his gaze as he moves inside me. The brightness and ferocity in his eyes make everything feel so much more intense, as if he wants to show me what he feels for me right at this moment, in this look, in this union of our bodies.

I clutch his back, digging my nails into him. The orgasm makes me scream his name and tell him I’m his again and again. Waves and waves of pleasure cross my body, sending shivers to every nerve, every muscle. Ares grunts, and I feel him come.

I rest my head on his shoulder as our accelerated breathing echoes around the room. I don’t dare look at him, I don’t want to see his expression, I don’t want to see him look like he wants to throw me aside because he got what he wanted.

He pushes my shoulders and separates us gently, forcing me to face him. I swallow thickly and look up at him. I’m surprised to see a beautiful smile on his lips and tenderness radiating from his eyes. His hand takes a lock of my hair and tucks it behind my ear.

“You are beautiful.”

It’s the second time he tells me, but it still takes my heart by surprise, and my pulse races. He opens his lips to say something, but then hesitates and closes them again.

What do you want to tell me, Greek God?

This is the first time I’ve felt close to him. I know it sounds strange, but the other times we’ve been together, when we’ve finished doing it, I felt that he was so far away, so out of my reach. Sharing your body with someone isn’t the same as being close with them, I’ve learned. I raise my hand and caress his cheek, his skin is so soft . . . he closes his eyes, looking vulnerable and beautiful.

I love you . . .

Those words get stuck in my throat, making me lower my hand. He opens his eyes, the question of why I stopped touching him evident in his face.

Because touching you makes me want to say something that would scare you. And I don’t want to ruin the moment.

I smile at him and get up to rush to the bathroom. I take a shower, and my stomach growls in protest, the early morning sex has left me exhausted and hungry. Ares knocks on the bathroom door.

“I brought you some shorts and a T-shirt, they’re Marco’s, but it’s better than going out in your vomit clothes.”

I cringe at the thought. I open the door a little and pull the clothes out of his hands. They’re too big for me, but I’m not complaining. When I look in the mirror, a shriek leaves my lips. A pink and purple mark decorates my neck.

A hickey!

Angrily, I fling open the door. Ares is sitting on the bed with the towel wrapped around his naked hips. Pressing my lips together, I give him a murderous look. He raises an eyebrow and I point to my neck.

“Are you serious? A hickey?”

Ares smiles and is about to say something when someone knocks on the door. Marco’s voice sounds on the other side.

“Are you awake?”

“Yes,” Ares answers.

“Come down for breakfast, we ordered delivery.”

I look at Ares. I don’t want to be clingy or bother him, but I don’t know if I should stay or leave. Ares stands up and walks toward me.