she had lied to him.
He went over and over their past
conversations in his head. Had she lied to him?
He couldn't come up with shit.
He didn't know the answer. But he suspected
he knew. She'd kept her true age a secret from him.
Why?
He knew he needed the answer to that
question. But for now, he couldn't seem to give a shit. He had only
one thought blaring in his brain.
She was twenty-two.
And that meant he could have her.
Now.
****
Elaina stared at herself in the bathroom
mirror as she washed her hands. The evening had been a complete
blur after she'd had that incredible orgasm. Raul had been amazing,
and he'd been watching her ever since like a cat that was just
waiting to get the canary .
Her heart pounded in her chest as she opened
the door to slip back to the party.
She stopped abruptly when she saw Raul
leaning against the wall in the hallway, obviously waiting on
her.
Her pulse thundered in her ears.
Her eyes held his in question as he reached
out a hand and ran a gentle finger down her cheek. Her breath
caught at the soft gesture.
And then he opened his mouth.
"You twenty-two years old ?" his
voice hissed out in a heated rush of anger.
Shock held her immobile as he lifted his hand
away from her face and moved back from her, crossing his arms and
leaning against the wall again, tension pouring off his body in
waves.
She swallowed hard and knew she was
trembling, but couldn't manage to get the constriction in her
throat to go away.
Her silence was evidently all the answer he
needed.
"Get your purse. And get a jacket, too. It's
cold out," his menacing voice made the innocuous words sound like a
threat.
She licked her lips. This was it .
She knew this was it . Raul was about
to take her away from here, strip her naked and claim her
virginity. Her body trembled. She was seriously about to lose her
virginity. To Raul Vega .
"Where--where are we going?" She asked the
question anyway, even though she already knew the answer.
"We're taking a drive."
She closed her eyes as the defining moment
washed over her.
She slowly opened them and watched him
leaning against the wall, waiting on her. "Are you mad at me?" She
knew he was.
"Yep," he answered succinctly.
She shivered at his one-syllable response as
a chill went through her, but she didn't budge from her spot in
front of him. "I don't want to go, Raul. I've seen--I've seen you
mad before, and I don't like it."
"I'm not going to hurt you." The frown line
between his brows deepened, and he looked like he was trying to
temper his voice. "Go on now and get your purse. I'm ready to
leave."
"Maybe you should go on without me. We can
talk tomorrow." She tried to placate him with the suggestion.
It didn't work.
He pushed off the wall, prowled over to her,
and crowded her back against the doorframe. Towering over her, he
invaded her space and leaned his weight on his forearms, on either
side of her head.
He reached one hand down and lifted her chin
up until her eyes were glued to his. Her breath became shaky. His
voice was low but firm when he spoke. "We got shit to work out
between us, Elaina. But it's all real simple. You either want me,
or you don't."
He held her chin as her breath came harder.
She blinked up at him, but still didn't speak as she waited for him
to continue.
"As for me--I guess it's pretty damn obvious
I want you. I've been wanting you bad since the night we met, five,
six weeks ago." His thumb reached out and swept across her bottom
lip. "I admit I've been an asshole a lot of that time, but that's
'cause I was trying to stay the hell away from you. I didn't like
that--didn't like that shit at all. Now somewhere along the line,
we had a miscommunication." His voice became acerbic. "See, I
thought you were a teenager all this time. But you're not, are
you?"
His words stopped and he waited until she
softly shook her head.
"No, you're not," he agreed with her silent
answer. "You're twenty-two now. Have I told you happy
He went over and over their past
conversations in his head. Had she lied to him?
He couldn't come up with shit.
He didn't know the answer. But he suspected
he knew. She'd kept her true age a secret from him.
Why?
He knew he needed the answer to that
question. But for now, he couldn't seem to give a shit. He had only
one thought blaring in his brain.
She was twenty-two.
And that meant he could have her.
Now.
****
Elaina stared at herself in the bathroom
mirror as she washed her hands. The evening had been a complete
blur after she'd had that incredible orgasm. Raul had been amazing,
and he'd been watching her ever since like a cat that was just
waiting to get the canary .
Her heart pounded in her chest as she opened
the door to slip back to the party.
She stopped abruptly when she saw Raul
leaning against the wall in the hallway, obviously waiting on
her.
Her pulse thundered in her ears.
Her eyes held his in question as he reached
out a hand and ran a gentle finger down her cheek. Her breath
caught at the soft gesture.
And then he opened his mouth.
"You twenty-two years old ?" his
voice hissed out in a heated rush of anger.
Shock held her immobile as he lifted his hand
away from her face and moved back from her, crossing his arms and
leaning against the wall again, tension pouring off his body in
waves.
She swallowed hard and knew she was
trembling, but couldn't manage to get the constriction in her
throat to go away.
Her silence was evidently all the answer he
needed.
"Get your purse. And get a jacket, too. It's
cold out," his menacing voice made the innocuous words sound like a
threat.
She licked her lips. This was it .
She knew this was it . Raul was about
to take her away from here, strip her naked and claim her
virginity. Her body trembled. She was seriously about to lose her
virginity. To Raul Vega .
"Where--where are we going?" She asked the
question anyway, even though she already knew the answer.
"We're taking a drive."
She closed her eyes as the defining moment
washed over her.
She slowly opened them and watched him
leaning against the wall, waiting on her. "Are you mad at me?" She
knew he was.
"Yep," he answered succinctly.
She shivered at his one-syllable response as
a chill went through her, but she didn't budge from her spot in
front of him. "I don't want to go, Raul. I've seen--I've seen you
mad before, and I don't like it."
"I'm not going to hurt you." The frown line
between his brows deepened, and he looked like he was trying to
temper his voice. "Go on now and get your purse. I'm ready to
leave."
"Maybe you should go on without me. We can
talk tomorrow." She tried to placate him with the suggestion.
It didn't work.
He pushed off the wall, prowled over to her,
and crowded her back against the doorframe. Towering over her, he
invaded her space and leaned his weight on his forearms, on either
side of her head.
He reached one hand down and lifted her chin
up until her eyes were glued to his. Her breath became shaky. His
voice was low but firm when he spoke. "We got shit to work out
between us, Elaina. But it's all real simple. You either want me,
or you don't."
He held her chin as her breath came harder.
She blinked up at him, but still didn't speak as she waited for him
to continue.
"As for me--I guess it's pretty damn obvious
I want you. I've been wanting you bad since the night we met, five,
six weeks ago." His thumb reached out and swept across her bottom
lip. "I admit I've been an asshole a lot of that time, but that's
'cause I was trying to stay the hell away from you. I didn't like
that--didn't like that shit at all. Now somewhere along the line,
we had a miscommunication." His voice became acerbic. "See, I
thought you were a teenager all this time. But you're not, are
you?"
His words stopped and he waited until she
softly shook her head.
"No, you're not," he agreed with her silent
answer. "You're twenty-two now. Have I told you happy
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