Love Undercover

by LK Shaw

  I covered my mouth with my hand to hold back my horrified gasp. “Tomás, I’m so sorry. I can’t imagine how awful that was for you.”

  He gave a self-deprecating laugh. “That’s not the worst of it. My brother was the doped-up kid who killed her.”

  He stood rigidly next to me, and I wrapped my arms around his waist and laid my head against his chest. For several heartbeats he continued to remain stiff, but eventually his muscles relaxed and he retuned my embrace. We stood there for the longest time, simply a man and woman finding and receiving strength from the other. Soon, though, my thoughts shifted to how warm and hard he felt beneath me.

  Slowly, I tilted my head up. Tomás’ eyes were heated. Standing on tiptoe, I reached up to brush my lips across his. His hands shifted slightly downward until he gripped my hips, pulling me ever so closer until his erection pressed against my stomach. That was all it took to set me off. My hands traveled upward and my fingers fisted in his hair to pull his head down to meet mine and I deepened the kiss.

  Typically, I didn’t like to lead when it came to the bedroom, but I think it put Tomás’ mind at ease that this was really what I wanted. Being in control here also made me feel powerful. I could bring this man to his knees.

  Hands roamed, both sets. Lips and tongues met, breaths mingled. Moans and gasps filled the air. I didn’t know where I ended and Tomás began. For this moment, we were like one, our bodies so close. My nose filled with the scent of his cologne and his own manly scent, and it was intoxicating. I was drunk on his smell, his taste.

  “Bedroom?” I gasped against his lips, and felt an answering smile.

  “Eager, are we?”

  I nipped at his bottom lip then soothed it with my tongue. “You have no idea. I fought against it, but I’ve wanted to see you naked and begging for me since that first day out by Miguel’s pool. I spotted you the minute you entered the courtyard, and couldn’t take my eyes off you while you practically prowled across the brick sidewalk. You exuded danger, and although I desperately lusted after you, I knew I had to avoid you because of who I was.”

  His grin was oh so cocky. “‘Desperately lusted after’, huh? What makes you think I’ll be the one begging?”

  “Wanna place a bet?” My answering smile was cheeky.

  “I don’t ever bet if I know I’m going to lose.” He winked at me.

  Wow, this charming side of Tomás was making me weak in the knees. And we were only getting started.

  “Is that why you’ve yet to lead us in the direction of the bedroom?”

  His hand left my hip and wrapped around mine. “I won’t let it be said that I kept a woman waiting.”

  He led me down the darkened hallway, my eyes slow to adjust to the unfamiliar surroundings, until we reached the last room at the end. When he flipped the lights on, I blinked at the brightness and then scanned the room, hoping to get a glimpse into the personality of this intriguing man. If I thought seeing his bedroom, his personal sanctum, would clue me in, I was sadly mistaken. The whole room was utilitarian. The walls were painted white with no pictures or decorations displayed. There was a large bed against the opposite side of the room, its comforter a plain, basic navy. Next to the bed was a nightstand made of dark wood, a single lamp with plain white shade standing on it. Also gracing the top of the stand was a cheap black alarm clock, its lights blinking the incorrect time, like no one had cared to change it after a power outage.

  There was a matching dresser on the nearest wall to where we entered, a layer of dust across the top. It was next to a closed door which I assumed was a closet and on the third wall was an open door, the reflection of the room bouncing off the mirror I could just spy. There was also a smell of disuse in the air. Like no one had lived here for a while. There weren’t any stray clothes strewn anywhere. It was neat and tidy, if slightly dusty, and had an unused feel. It was a puzzle I pushed to the back of my mind. Sure, it was reckless of me, but I ignored the feeling. Especially when Tomás drew me in his arms.

  “Are you ready to make me beg now?”

  Chapter 20

  With Tomás’ question, my body ignited. Power rushed through me. In response to his question, I sent him a look of pure seduction. Feeling bold, I reached down and pulled my sweater up and over my head before tossing it to the floor. His eyes smoldered with heat and followed my movements as I reached behind my back, unhooking my bra. Teasingly, I dragged the straps down one arm, then the other, before dropping it to land on the floor next to my shirt. His fists clenched, like he resisted reaching out to touch me, perhaps afraid I would stop if he did, and his nostrils flared like he could scent my arousal, which only made me wetter. I toed off my shoes and kicked them to the side. Continuing my seductive tease, I unbuttoned my jeans, and slowly pushed them down my legs, kicking them off to land with the rest of my clothes. His breathing became ragged and his eyes darkened to almost pitch.

  Now, I stood in only my teeny tiny thong. Our eyes met and stayed connected while I pushed the scrap of fabric down until gravity helped them slide to the floor. I stepped out of them while Tomás practically panted. Tossing off a wink, I pivoted, and with a little extra swing to my hips, I made my way to the bed. I settled myself on top of the covers, reclining back on my elbows and, with the crook of one finger, beckoned Tomás to join me.

  I giggled when he frantically began ripping his own clothes off. When he realized what he was doing, he sent me a goofy smile and slowed down his movements until, finally, he was blessedly naked. My eyes drank in his now fully exposed body. I started at the top and my eyes followed the lines of his broad shoulders down to his tapered waist. I counted each and every one of his abs. My mouth watered at that sexy V of his hips that always seemed to strike women stupid. Finally, my gaze zeroed in on his cock, and I gulped down the saliva gathering in my mouth. He was long and almost too thick. I didn’t remember him being this big.

  I’d been with only a few men in my life, and none of them compared to the gorgeous, and slightly intimidating, specimen before my eyes. My pussy throbbed with the knowledge that although I knew it would fit, there would definitely be the sting of the hurts-so-good kind. I could hardly wait.

  I couldn’t take my eyes off his cock as Tomás strode toward me. He placed his knee on the bed and hoisted himself up so he was on all fours above me. I looked up at him and lost myself in his gaze. I’d never felt this connection with someone before. He lowered himself until almost every part of our bodies were touching. Automatically, my legs separated to make room for him.

  Tomás body was like a furnace. He was hot and hard and I couldn’t help but rock my hips a little to create friction. I gasped as sparks ignited between us. He caged my head with his forearms, keeping his full weight off me, and when he slammed his mouth down on mine I clutched him tight, trying to anchor myself. He fisted my hair, the small pinch of pain causing me to gasp and to my surprise, I felt my pussy gush with wetness at the sensation. I never would have guessed I liked a little pain with my pleasure, but my body was basking in it. Tomás deepened the kiss and devoured my lips like he would never get enough of their taste. Tongues tangled, teeth gnashed, and I was gasping for breath when he pulled back to stare down at me. Our eyes met, and I saw his had darkened to almost black with arousal. I realized he was breathing just as heavy as me.

  “You’re fucking beautiful, Ines. I want this memory of you, right here, right now to stay with me forever. No matter what happens, I want to remember this night with you always. You are such a strong woman that any man would be lucky to call his.”

  Tomás’ words almost sounded like a goodbye. It was something I didn’t want to think about. I only wanted to feel.

  “Kiss me again,” I commanded, my fingers tangling in his hair and pulling him back down to me.

  He immediately complied and more as his mouth nipped my bottom lip before ghosting along my jaw and into the sensitive crease in my neck. I tilted my head to give him better access. His tongue dampened my skin, and his
breath warmed it. I should have guessed his intent, but I still gasped when hot moisture enveloped my breast. I couldn’t help tighten my grip on his hair, which I quickly loosened when I felt him flinch against me.

  “Sorry.”

  He released my nipple with a pop and tilted his head to smile up at me.

  “A little hair pulling never hurt anyone.” He winked before returning to his task.

  Tomás paid homage to both breasts, with either his mouth or his hand while he plucked and tweaked my puckered tips. I giggled when he brushed his lips over my belly. His scruff tickled. He didn’t stop his movements while he settled his broad shoulders between my parted thighs. His eyes darted up and our gazes met and held. I watched his fingers part my lower lips and then his tongue swiped a path up my slit taking my juice with it. My breath was coming in shallow gasps now, and I couldn’t take my eyes away. Tomás licked his lips as if savoring my flavor. Then he lowered his head again. This time he didn’t stop with a single lick. He nibbled and sucked and flicked his tongue, finding the perfect rhythm and pressure to drive me wild.

  He shifted and hooked my knees over his shoulders before pulling me closer and opening me wider. I was helpless to do anything else, but let him continue his sensual assault. My bones were like jelly, and I was putty in his hands. When he speared my opening, pushing his tongue in deeper and deeper, my thighs actually quivered. Tomás was merciless while he sipped and drank down my juices. I was on the verge of orgasm and then, without warning, it struck and I had no choice in losing eye contact, because my head was thrown back in ecstasy. Tremors racked my body, and I cried out his name.

  Small quakes still fluttered inside me, especially when he slid back up my body and stared down at me, his mouth glistening. It was so fucking sexy, and this weird need came over me. A need to see how we tasted together. I pulled Tomás’ head down to me and plunged my tongue in his mouth, sampling our mixed flavors. It was erotic and sexy and we both tasted amazing. He groaned at my action and then pulled back, caging my head between his arms.

  “Mmm, I love how we taste.” I licked my lips, drawing in a blend of his natural mint flavor and my musky sweetness.

  “God, that was so fucking hot.”

  “I don’t know what came over me. It was a compulsion I couldn’t resist.”

  “Well, feel free to do that anytime. And for the record, I love how you taste.”

  I ran my hands up and down his back, my body languid and relaxed after its orgasm. But my body needed more.

  “Now that you’ve had your taste, I want more. There’s an ache inside me.”

  “Where? Here?” Tomás’ cock slid against my wet slit he’d just ravished and I could hear my desire. I pushed up against him and we both sighed when he butted up to my opening.

  “God, yes. Please.” My nails left indents in his back I clutched him so hard. He sat up a little, and I watched him reach into the nightstand and pull something out before shutting the drawer he’d retrieved it from. Then, I squeaked in surprise when Tomás suddenly rolled us and I was now on top. He held out the small square item.

  “Put it on.”

  I gave him a cocky half-smile before plucking it from his fingers. With expertise, I ripped open the wrapper and rolled the condom down his cock. Tomás eyes glowed brightly as I concentrated on my task.

  “Now, ride me.”

  “With pleasure.”

  I smiled with sexual satisfaction. Lifting my hip, I straddled him, rocking my pelvis against his creating an exquisite friction. Then, placing one hand on his chest, I braced myself while I raised up, reached back with my other hand to position his cock at my entrance. With Tomás’ hands on my hips, guiding my descent, I slowly lowered myself down onto him. He clutched my hips tightly, no doubt leaving marks on my skin, when I stopped to breathe a couple times and get used to the sensation of him going deeper. I was right though. The burn of being stretched so wide hurt so good.

  A moan of pleasure vibrated in my throat as his entire length finally filled me. Instinctively, I tightened my inner muscles, squeezing his cock tightly. Tomás’ answering groan vibrated through my entire body, sending shockwaves through my pussy. I could feel his cock actually throbbing. I threw my head back, causing my breasts to thrust forward. I gasped when his large and calloused hands cupped them. I reached up and covered his hands with mine, squeezing them to provide the stimulus I was begging for.

  “Fuck, you feel amazing inside me.”

  Tomás huffed out a laugh at my dirty talk. For some reason, I thought it had been a long time since he’d laughed. “It feels amazing to be inside you.”

  I looked down at him with a siren’s smile, my hair a delicious mess dancing around my face and over my hand-covered breasts. Needing to feel Tomás’ kiss, I swept it over one shoulder before leaning down and melding my mouth with his, a hint of my flavor still lingering on his lips. Then, I began to move.

  Chapter 21

  “Can I ask a personal question?”

  I lay cuddled up next to Tomás, my arm thrown across his chest while I traced random patterns over his skin. He stiffened against me, but so quickly relaxed that I almost thought I imagined his tension. We’d been sleeping together for almost a week now, and I really didn’t know anything about him. I thought once would be enough to get him out of my system and I’d no longer care. Except my thirst hadn’t been nearly quenched. Neither my thirst for his body or my thirst for knowledge about him. He was a conundrum. Brutal, yet gentle. He didn’t behave like I expected a cartel member to behave. Sure, he was ruthless, but never with me. I didn’t understand. It was almost like he was two people.

  “I may not answer, but you can ask.”

  Well, that didn’t sound promising. Still, there were so many things I wanted to know about him.

  “What made you join the cartel? I mean, if your brother is a drug addict, wouldn’t that be a reason not to become a part of it?”

  Tomás was silent for so long, I didn’t think he was going to respond. I’d almost given up on getting an answer when he spoke with resignation.

  “You don’t always have a choice.”

  His response was cryptic at best. I didn’t want to push, but I still wanted to understand.

  “Do you ever talk to your brother?”

  “Every couple months I visit him, but he asked me to stop coming.”

  From the way he said the last, I had the impression he didn’t mean to say so much.

  “Why doesn’t he want to see you anymore? I mean, you're his brother.”

  Tomás’ heart beat was strong beneath my hand. I also felt a tension in him. He was uncomfortable with my questions, but I couldn’t stop asking them. Even if he didn’t answer.

  “I blame Preston for her death, and every time I visit, I can never seem to let him forget it. I don’t show up with the intention of making him feel guilty, but it always comes out. He makes a snide remark, I make one back, and the next thing you know, we’re arguing. My feelings volley between anger and guilt, and I can’t stop either one.”

  I shifted so my chin rested on his chest and looked up at him. “I can understand the anger, but why the guilt?”

  Tomás refused to meet my eyes, only stared up at the ceiling. I continued to wait and was soon rewarded for my patience.

  He spoke so low I had difficulty hearing him. “Because I’ve done the exact things that ruined my brother’s life and killed my mother. I’m no better than he is. I’m a fucking hypocrite and the guilt eats away at me.”

  My heart broke at the desolation in his words. I wanted to assuage his guilt, but there was nothing I could do. Until he let it go, it would continue to fester inside him like a sickness. I could only love him. My breath hitched at the thought. Did I love him? How could I love him already? We barely knew each other. Surely love didn’t happen that fast? Especially between two people as different as us.

  Instead of platitudes, I tried to show Tomás how wrong he was. I crawled on top of him and kissed
him for all he was worth. My fingers threaded through his hair, and I clutched his head tight while I feasted on his mouth. I put every emotion in my kiss, pulling them from the depths of my soul. This unconventional connection between us didn’t seem to be dissipating. It burst from me, surrounding us both in its warmth. I didn’t want to call it love. I just wanted to savor this feeling of connectedness we had between us, for however long it lasted.

  When I’d climbed on top of him, Tomás’ hands had automatically gripped my waist. As the kiss went on for what seemed like hours, they wandered. Up and down my back until on the trek downward they continued and he grabbed and squeezed my ass, pulling my now soaking wet pussy closer to him. I ached so deep inside, in a place only he could reach. I squealed into his mouth when we rolled and I was suddenly beneath him. He reached out to grasp my hands, interlacing our fingers, before bringing them up to cage my head between our connected limbs. Tomás shifted just slightly, and I spread my legs wider to make room for him. Deepening the kiss, he tilted his head so we fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. His tongue swept through my mouth, and I moaned my pleasure.

  Finally, Tomás broke our kiss and stared straight into my eyes, no words spoken between us. With our gazes locked, I felt him shift and reach over to grab one of the condoms I’d set on the nightstand last night. He reached between us to don it and then his cock slid up and down my slit, becoming wet with my juice, until he reached my pussy. He slowly entered me with gentle ease, his eyes never leaving mine. Once he was fully embedded, I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he began to thrust, taking his time, pausing slightly when just the tip was left before pushing back in. With every thrust of his hips I counter thrusted, bringing us as close as two people could get. Every time our pelvises met, the friction increased on my clit.

  We continued our dance, until the pressure that had been building exploded and a kaleidoscope of colors burst across my vision. Within seconds, my orgasm rushed over me. On and on tiny tremors continued to pulse until finally my body relaxed.