enough for a serious relationship.
“What’s the matter, Corazón?” Javi asks, but I refuse to look at him. He grabs my wrist from across the table and gently tugs me toward him. “Come here.” I rise up and move to him, keeping my gaze on the polished mahogany deck. He twirls me around and pulls me down on his lap. I drape my arms around his shoulders and bury my face into his neck. He kisses my ear and whispers, “What is it, Eva? Tell me. Please.”
“I think I’m just acting crazy, because I’m afraid you’re going to forget about me and meet someone else after I leave.” There, I’ve said it. It’s finally out in the open. No matter how immature that statement sounded, it is how I’m feeling. I’m so overwhelmed that I can’t hold back the tears.
“Eva, look at me.” When I shake my head no, he cups my chin in his hand and tilts my face up, but I refuse to look at him. “Open your eyes. I want to tell you something,” he says so sternly that I immediately obey the command and open them. His soft, black eyes are just inches from mine, filling my field of vision. He says in a quiet, pointed voice, “Evangeline, I don’t want anyone else but you. I love no one else but you. I will wait forever for you. Do you understand me?”
Gulp! What am I supposed to say back? Because of the intensely pleading look on his face and the sincerity in his voice, I have no other choice than to believe that he’s as completely and totally in love with me as I am with him. My affirmation is a deep kiss, my lips moving forcefully over his. I wish more than anything that somehow our bodies could be closer than they already are, but there is only one way to truly accomplish that feat. I begin to unbutton his shirt as I continue to devour his sweet mouth with mine. I pull myself as close to him as possible by wrapping my left arm around his neck and continue working on the buttons with my right hand, momentarily distracted by how quickly I can work away at the shirt one-handed. After a moment, his hand wraps around my right wrist, pulling it away.
“Amor, stop,” he breathes.
“No, Javier.” I continue my assault on his lips. He grabs my face in both of his hands and kisses me back. I feel his tongue move over mine, sending a tingle shooting out to numb my mind and warm me in places that I’ve never known could feel so alive. I feel his resolve begin to deteriorate in this kiss, as his hands move over parts of me they have never before explored. My body begins to contort and move in unfamiliar and exhilarating ways, my lips never parting from his. Waves of desire and pleasure roll over me so quickly and urgently that a sound of pure exhilaration somehow manages to escape me, even though my lips are completely engrossed in Javier’s. With this sound, I feel his muscles go tense underneath me as he begins kissing me back with as much fervency, his head turning from side to side as his lips move rhythmically over mine. My mind goes delirious with the idea that this moment is going to end in the way I have dreamed of for months now: with us entwined in each other’s arms in bed.
It’s not to be, however, because a shrill bell ringing next to my ear abruptly breaks us apart.
“What the—” I snap my head around with what I can only imagine must be the most frighteningly murderous expression on my face, because that’s exactly what I’m thinking about whoever is holding that damn bell— I’m going to kill you! Jean-Luc is standing there with only the slightest hint of fear visible on his face. Mission unaccomplished .
“Ahem,” he clears his throat and places a plate of diced fruit and Greek yogurt on the table. “Lunch is served, mademoiselle.”
“Leave us, Jean-Luc!” I bark at him and turn back to Javier, who looks completely bewildered. I don’t know why Javier looks so confused—we’re finally getting somewhere. I look down and realize that I’m straddling him, his shirt is ripped open—so
“What’s the matter, Corazón?” Javi asks, but I refuse to look at him. He grabs my wrist from across the table and gently tugs me toward him. “Come here.” I rise up and move to him, keeping my gaze on the polished mahogany deck. He twirls me around and pulls me down on his lap. I drape my arms around his shoulders and bury my face into his neck. He kisses my ear and whispers, “What is it, Eva? Tell me. Please.”
“I think I’m just acting crazy, because I’m afraid you’re going to forget about me and meet someone else after I leave.” There, I’ve said it. It’s finally out in the open. No matter how immature that statement sounded, it is how I’m feeling. I’m so overwhelmed that I can’t hold back the tears.
“Eva, look at me.” When I shake my head no, he cups my chin in his hand and tilts my face up, but I refuse to look at him. “Open your eyes. I want to tell you something,” he says so sternly that I immediately obey the command and open them. His soft, black eyes are just inches from mine, filling my field of vision. He says in a quiet, pointed voice, “Evangeline, I don’t want anyone else but you. I love no one else but you. I will wait forever for you. Do you understand me?”
Gulp! What am I supposed to say back? Because of the intensely pleading look on his face and the sincerity in his voice, I have no other choice than to believe that he’s as completely and totally in love with me as I am with him. My affirmation is a deep kiss, my lips moving forcefully over his. I wish more than anything that somehow our bodies could be closer than they already are, but there is only one way to truly accomplish that feat. I begin to unbutton his shirt as I continue to devour his sweet mouth with mine. I pull myself as close to him as possible by wrapping my left arm around his neck and continue working on the buttons with my right hand, momentarily distracted by how quickly I can work away at the shirt one-handed. After a moment, his hand wraps around my right wrist, pulling it away.
“Amor, stop,” he breathes.
“No, Javier.” I continue my assault on his lips. He grabs my face in both of his hands and kisses me back. I feel his tongue move over mine, sending a tingle shooting out to numb my mind and warm me in places that I’ve never known could feel so alive. I feel his resolve begin to deteriorate in this kiss, as his hands move over parts of me they have never before explored. My body begins to contort and move in unfamiliar and exhilarating ways, my lips never parting from his. Waves of desire and pleasure roll over me so quickly and urgently that a sound of pure exhilaration somehow manages to escape me, even though my lips are completely engrossed in Javier’s. With this sound, I feel his muscles go tense underneath me as he begins kissing me back with as much fervency, his head turning from side to side as his lips move rhythmically over mine. My mind goes delirious with the idea that this moment is going to end in the way I have dreamed of for months now: with us entwined in each other’s arms in bed.
It’s not to be, however, because a shrill bell ringing next to my ear abruptly breaks us apart.
“What the—” I snap my head around with what I can only imagine must be the most frighteningly murderous expression on my face, because that’s exactly what I’m thinking about whoever is holding that damn bell— I’m going to kill you! Jean-Luc is standing there with only the slightest hint of fear visible on his face. Mission unaccomplished .
“Ahem,” he clears his throat and places a plate of diced fruit and Greek yogurt on the table. “Lunch is served, mademoiselle.”
“Leave us, Jean-Luc!” I bark at him and turn back to Javier, who looks completely bewildered. I don’t know why Javier looks so confused—we’re finally getting somewhere. I look down and realize that I’m straddling him, his shirt is ripped open—so
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