Anywhere (BBW Romance) (10 page)

“Come on, girl. Live a little.” Stella sat primly in the middle of the back seat, her clutch appearing smaller than it actually was in her lap.

I took a deep breath.
This is a vacation. We’re supposed to be living a little and having fun,
I told myself.

I went to climb in behind her, but Cruz redirected me to the front passenger seat. “You,
mi reina
, are
aqui
.” His hands snaked around my hips as he lifted me into the seat. I screamed, trying to reach for the door. He was fast though; he handed me the seat belt before I had a chance to catch my breath.

Doors slammed as everyone settled in. Cruz turned the key in the ignition. When his eyes landed on me, my heart took off again. I could tell he was just like Stella. I would never know what to expect from him. It both scared and excited me.

He leaned across the console and kissed my cheek. “I can’t wait to make you scream like that in my bed later.”

Every part of me halted except my libido. My pussy clenched, an ache igniting. I barely contained a whimper as he stomped on the gas pedal, jerking us out into the heavy street traffic. Suddenly, he hit his brakes and his hand swung out over my chest to keep me from flying forward. He took advantage of the position and started rubbing his thumb in lazy circles; he knew he was near my nipple. This time a soft moan escaped me.

I threw my head back against the seat, closing my eyes and ignoring the stares I was sure were coming from every angle. Why the heck was I putty in his hands? What was it about him that set my sex aflame and put my body into sensitive overdrive? I opened my eyes and studied his profile. A smirk lifted his cheeks as he removed his hand. As I observed his model-like features, I noticed his nose was perfectly straight and evenly balanced with his strong jawline. As I observed his model-like features, I noticed his nose was perfectly straight and evenly balanced with his strong jawline. However, his actions screamed predator; but I could tell there was something soft and reverent beneath his hard exterior.

Twenty minutes later, Cruz and his friends led us into a small, hole-in-the-wall club. Salsa and Reggaeton music blasted through the space, seeping far beyond its walls outside. Bodies of all shapes and sizes swayed to the catchy beats. The music invigorated me, but the atmosphere made me want to shake my hips, raise my arms up in the air and throw caution to the wind.

There were no tables or chairs. The only thing aside from the dance floor was a small bar in the corner when you first walked in.  A window overlooking the cramped space indicated the DJ’s booth was nestled away from the crowd. Cruz slid his fingers between mine as he led me to the center of the floor. The patrons seemed to have a sixth sense, automatically parting as he escorted me towards the center of the action.

He pulled my back to his front. His hands clasped each of mine, his fingers threading mine as he wrapped them around my middle. He leaned into me, pressing his erection against my lower back. He began moving his hips, forcing mine to move along with his.

“Let your body lead the way. Let your hips sway in rhythm to the music.” He nipped my ear sending a jolt of pleasure to my core.

He released my hands; his fingers slid up and over my breasts. My nipples strained, the friction of my bra heightening my pleasure. His right hand slid down my side, across my thigh, over my mound and back up to my hip. I found myself leaning into his touch as I kept rhythm with the song that seemed never-ending.

Three songs later I was panting, my body hyper-aware of his every move. My folds were drenched, and not in sweat. My clit was swollen, begging to be caressed. My breasts were heavy, the pert peaks crying for his hot mouth to cover them.

Abruptly he spun me around, his eyes were as dark as midnight and barely visible in the dimly lit space. Goose bumps broke out over my skin as he licked his lips and his eyes took in their fill. I bit my lower lip as he placed a soft finger on my lips and traced them, tempting me to open for him. Slowly, my teeth released my lip as I stared up at him. My hips had long stopped swaying and were now grinding into him. I was lost in everything he was doing to me; I was lost in him. I’d never felt so weak, so anxious. I couldn’t seem to control my body; instead my body was the one in control.

“Come with me.” His tone held authority and didn’t give me the option to refuse.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Christin Lovell was born and raised in Charleston, SC, but now lives in the hottest place on earth: Orlando, FL. She has three beautiful children who keep her running non-stop, but would love to adopt a few more. When she’s not juggling life and kids, you'll find her huddled away somewhere writing her next book or happily reading someone else's. Like most authors she’s come across, she’s a coffee addict, owns far too many books than she can fit on her shelves, and she goes to work in her pajamas a lot.

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