Chapter 12
EMILIANO
Cassie’s words cut deep, and they’re partly true. He doesn’t love her, but he wants her. Emiliano’s heart aches at her dismissal of what they could have, reducing it to just… sex.
He’s determined to prove her wrong.
“You don’t know the first thing about what I want, so don’t stand there acting like you do. I promise you, every time we’re together, it’ll be more than just a quick fix.”
Emiliano threads his fingers through Cassie’s hair, tugging gently to tilt her head, exposing her neck. He teases the skin there with his teeth, reveling in her shivers and soft moans. His lips trail upwards until they meet hers in a kiss.
CASSANDRA
Cassandra kisses Emilio back with fervor, craving his taste, needing to know she’s wrong about him just trying to prove a point. Her hands find their way into his silky hair as his hand explores her skin through the slit in her dress.
Emilio’s hand glides up her thigh, pulling her closer. The feel of his arousal sends a wave of heat through Cassandra, and she squirms against him.
As she fumbles with his clothes, he pulls away from their kiss. “You want me,” he murmurs, his voice rough.
“Yes,” she manages to choke out.
Emilio takes her hand, leading her to the elevator. He hits the UP button. The doors slide open almost instantly, and he guides her inside. As soon as the doors close, he hits the emergency stop button.
“Here. Now.”
Cassandra’s mind clears enough to remember they’re in a hotel full of people. What if someone needs the elevator?
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” Emilio says, but Cassandra doesn’t want to stop. She wants him so much she can’t wait any longer. Instead of answering, she steps towards him and kisses him.
Emilio lifts her up, pressing her against the elevator wall, and pushes her dress down to her waist, revealing her breasts. He cups one, teasing her nipple, and she gasps.
A wave of heat floods Cassandra’s core, making her wet, and she tightens her legs around his arousal. Emilio’s mouth leaves hers to lavish attention on her nipple, and she cries out his name, her fingers tangled in his hair. She’s on the edge of ecstasy. Her head falls back.
“Oh, Emilio…,” she whimpers when he pauses. She shrugs off his jacket and finally undoes his belt. As she reaches for his zipper, she moans, “I need you.”
EMILIANO
“Are you ready for me?” Emiliano asks, pushing Cassie’s dress aside and touching her. Feeling how wet she is, he growls in approval.
When he lowers his pants and his erection springs free, Emiliano watches Cassie’s eyes widen at his size. He grins and roughly tears at her panties. “Do I need a condom?”
“Huh?” she asks. “No, I’m… I’m on the pill.”
Without warning, Emiliano thrusts into her. He can see the mix of pain and pleasure on her face, so he stays still for a moment, waiting for Cassie’s next move. She shifts, lowering her hips down.
Emiliano nearly loses control right then. She feels so good, so soft against him, but she’s so tight that he can feel her inner muscles clenching around him, adjusting to his size. He has to hold back so he doesn’t finish too soon, and her squirming isn’t making it any easier.
“Emilio… I can’t take it.”
Emiliano slowly pulls back and then thrusts deeper. He’s fully inside her now, and Cassie digs her fingers into his back as pleasure courses through them both. All he can think is how good she tastes, how perfectly she fits him.
Loving how Cassie takes every inch of him, Emilio thrusts in and out for several long minutes, holding back as long as he can. Finally, he feels her body tense and her core tighten with an orgasm, and he gives one last powerful thrust before surrendering to his own climax.
Cassie buries her face in his neck until her breathing steadies. Emiliano is still hard and wants her again, but when she lifts her head, dazed from their lovemaking, all he does is claim her mouth in a passionate kiss that leaves her breathless.
CASSANDRA
When Emilio pulls out of her, Cassandra’s legs wobble. He quickly steadies her. “So, do you still think what we just shared is just sex?”
Her words had clearly hurt him. “No. I’m sorry, I…,” she starts, but Emilio silences her with a finger to her lips.
After they dress and exit the elevator, Cassandra rushes to the restroom to freshen up. When she joins Emilio and the Perez’s at the dinner table, her fiancé, ever the gentleman, stands and pulls out her chair.
Cassandra whispers a breathless “thank you” and sits down. A bottle of wine is brought for them, and as Emilio pours it, a shy smile spreads across her face. She hopes no one notices her flushed cheeks or guesses what they just did.
Emilio seems relaxed, chatting with his uncle as if nothing happened while she’s on edge. Is it her imagination, or is he sitting a little too close? Emilio’s hand rests on her thigh under the table, and it’s not helping her already raging hormones. It just makes her want more of him.
Beth looks at Cassandra and asks, “What’s that on your neck? It’s kind of red.” She points, and Cassandra’s hand instinctively goes to her neck. Emilio grins at her, and she blushes.
“I must’ve bumped into something earlier,” Cassandra says, trying to laugh it off. She shoots Emilio a glare. He’s the one who left the mark on her neck.
“Are you sure?” Emilio whispers, so only she can hear.
She is definitely going to kill him for putting her on the spot like this. She takes a sip of her wine, trying to calm her nerves.
Emilio’s uncle breaks the awkward silence. “How long have you two been together?”
“Two months,” Emilio answers, not missing a beat.
Beth looks at Cassandra, surprised.
“And you’re engaged? Isn’t that a bit quick?”
“We were together before, but we lost touch,” Emilio explains, running his fingers through Cassandra’s hair. “We reconnected recently, and I knew I had to make her mine before someone else did.”
Mr. Perez turns to Cassandra. “Do you have any family here in New York?”
“No, I don’t have any family,” she answers honestly. “I never knew my biological parents.”
Just as Emilio’s uncle is about to ask another question, Beth interrupts. “Enough with the interrogation, Luis. You’re making her uncomfortable. Let’s order. I’m starving.”
A waiter comes over to take their orders, and the rest of the evening goes smoothly, even though Emilio barely says a word.
As they say goodnight to his aunt and uncle, Cassandra asks, “You were really quiet tonight. Is something wrong?”
Emilio smiles at her. “I was just eager for the night to end. I kept thinking about how good you felt in my arms. I’ve never had sex without a condom before, and it was incredible. Now, I can’t wait to get you home and pick up where we left off in the elevator.”
Cassandra is speechless as Emilio opens the car door for her. “You wanted to know,” he says.
By the time she gets in the car, she’s already buzzing with anticipation for what’s to come.
And once again, he doesn’t let her down.
