She gave me a reassuring wink (which didn’t reassure me) and gestured to the door with her spoon.
I pulled in my lips, put down my mug, took a deep breath and searched for Hector who was not in the living room, not in the cluttered other rooms but upstairs, in his bedroom. He was waiting at the door and the minute I cleared it, he threw it to.
Blooming heck!
He opened his mouth but before he could say a word, I launched in.
“He’s never touched me before. I swear it. It weirded me out!” I cried. “Honest to God, I wouldn’t even call him a friend. More an acquaintance. The Ice Princess always protected me from people getting near. When he hugged me, I tried to call her up but she was just gone. She keeps disappearing these days. Even when I need her. I’m used to having her around. I know you cannot imagine but, Hector, believe me, it’s beyond annoying.”
I stopped talking when I noticed that he’d stopped looking angry. Instead, his eyes had warmed and his mouth was doing the fighting-a-grin thing.
I replayed what I said, my hands clenched into fists, my eyes closed tight as my body went stock-still and waves of embarrassment flowed over me.
I’d done it. Now he knew everything.
How did I let that happen?
He was going to think I was absolutely, certifiably, insane.
Then I found myself snatched into strong arms, my soft body colliding with his hard one and his face went into my neck. I opened my eyes as he turned me and started walking me backward toward the bed his arms still locked around me.
Well, maybe he didn’t think I was certifiably insane. But I was beginning to think he was.
His mood swings were just bizarre.
The backs of my legs hit the bed, he stopped us and his mouth moved to my ear.
“Mamita,” his voice was rough with what sounded like laughter and something else altogether, “you think you could handle my mouth between your legs without freakin’ out?”
The legs he wanted to put his mouth between turned to water.
“What?” I whispered.
His head came up, his eyes were burning into mine (now, in a different way) and my breath caught at the sight.
“I gotta have a taste of you and I gotta watch you come, I don’t…”
My fingers at his waist dug in and at that second if he let me go I’d collapse in a puddle at his feet.
“Your mother is downstairs,” I breathed.
Hector’s mouth came to mine. “The walls are thick.”
“She’ll wonder what we’re doing!”
“No she won’t,” he returned.
“I won’t be able to concentrate.” I kept trying.
I felt his mouth smile against mine. “Mi corazón, you won’t need to concentrate.”
Oh my.
That got a stomach pitch.
Even so, I kept at it. “I can’t, not now. Maybe later.”
His mouth moved away an inch. “Yeah?”
Oh my God!
What had I done now?
I had to keep at it. My hands went to his shoulders, my heart skipped a beat, I ignored my heart and nodded.
Before I could go back on my promise, he kissed me quickly and muttered, “Pack a bag, you’re spendin’ the night again. We’ll try it, you can’t deal, we’ll stop and watch a movie.”
“Okay,” I said but my stomach was twisting, my heart was in my throat and I was having difficulty breathing. This was partially panic but it was also partially anticipation and I wondered which one would win that night.
Hector watched my face and his arms got tight. “Sadie, seriously, you can’t deal, you tell me, we stop,” he repeated in a way I knew he meant it.
The partial panic disappeared and before I thought better of it, I leaned into him, tilted my head back further and smiled.
His face warmed, his mouth descended, he gave me one of his slow, sweet kisses (with tongues), my toes started curling, we heard a muted, “Hola! Anyone home?” and Hector groaned his frustration in my mouth.
His head came up briefly but he leaned back in, gave me a quick kiss and told me, “Get dressed, mamita, that’s my sister Rosa. Gloria’s been busy.”
I did not think this was a good thing and the look on Hector’s face confirmed it.
He let me go, I watched as he grabbed some clothes and then left the room.
I dressed but while I did so I heard two more “holas” (one male, the other female) and I searched for my Ice Princess thinking maybe just a hint of her would get me through breakfast with the Chavez Family.
My Ice Princess was feeling lazy so by the time I was dressed (all but my shoes, barefoot was the only way to go or I’d look like a snooty, Rich Bitch Freak), I knew it was just me, Sadie, who was going to face Hector’s family.
And she was just going to have to do.
Chapter Thirteen
Agent Chavez, oo, Agent Chavez
Sadie
It was mid-afternoon and I was in Art.