“I’m sorry.” She shut the door, not sorry at all.
I shoved at the door but it wouldn’t budge, so I tapped the call button until Luis lifted my hand from it.
“It isn’t your fault, Esme,” he told me. As he walked back toward the elevator, his shoulders slumped.
There was nothing to do but give up for the night. I cursed myself for being so selfish. Mamá probably asked the nurse a dozen times where I was. No wonder I had gotten such a nasty glance.
I’ll make up for everything tomorrow. I’ll be a good daughter and think of nothing but her. Tomorrow. There was nothing else I could do until then, I bargained with my conscience, but I didn’t feel absolved.
I stared down the hallway at the white walls and harsh fluorescent light fixtures; he rested his head against the wall. Luis had his hands in his pockets so that his jacket strained to cover his muscular back. My gaze swept slowly over the white collar showing above the dark-blue wool, down to the narrow cut of his waist, and stopped at his belt.
My tongue flicked over my lips as I pictured a dimple on either side of his spine, just above the curve of his butt.
I rolled my eyes up to the ceiling tiles, and beyond that, God. What had I done to deserve so much temptation? And why did I give into it so easily?
“I could have looked at my watch.” He touched my arm again. “But I wanted to listen to you laugh. I needed a break from death.”
He bent down and pressed his warm lips to mine, at first as if the kiss were a question, and then like a hungry man.
It was my chance to prove that I’d learned my lesson. I could have walked away but as his tongue parted my lips, I realized I’d already conceded the day. Tomorrow was my fresh start. And then I wasn’t thinking, but melding into his arms.
We breathed deeply, as if winded by sudden urgency. Heat exploded from the friction between our bodies. His hand slid to the back of my head as his other arm brought me closer. He was hard.
“Not in the hallway,” I whispered.
He nodded, understanding that I wasn’t saying no.
He led me into the visitors’ lounge. I leaned against the wall as Luis pushed the door closed. I knew we could get caught, but that only spurred me on.
He unbuttoned my blouse while we kissed. His hands felt good against my skin. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my lips below his ear.
When he pushed my bra over my breasts and flicked his thumb over my hard nipple, I gasped.
“Too harsh?”
“No, but they get very sensitive.”
“Poor baby,” he crooned as he ducked his head down to kiss it better.
He kneaded my breast while his tongue flicked over the brown nub. Every little twinge traveled straight to my sex. When he suckled, it was as if he put his mouth right on my pussy. I squirmed.
His hand was still on my breast as he kissed me. I closed my eyes to the bright overhead lights as he tasted my mouth.
My hands groped for his zipper. Inside, his pants felt hot and humid from the drops of pre-cum wetting his briefs.
I teased his cock as he’d teased my nipple. First, I lightly pinched the head.
Luis moaned.
“Too rough?”
He smiled down at me. “It’s sensitive.”
My devilish grin should have warned him. I ran my fingernails lightly across his glands, and then with more pressure, until his cock twitched inside his briefs. When I felt his hips pull back from me, I grasped him and stroked. With a firm hold on him, I brought him closer.
“Careful, Esme. I’ll follow a woman like you to the ends of the earth—especially if she has my dick in her hands.”
I chuckled as I stroked the full length of his shaft. His eyes softened and his lips parted. I released his cock and loosened his tie. He watched while I unbuckled his black leather belt, as if he’d never seen anything as fascinating as my hands. I pushed his pants down past his knees.