He stroked her cheek. “I never expected this.”
“Expected what?” Her heart sped up.
“To care.” He dragged his thumb against her bottom lip, his eyes following his movement.
A rush of excitement shimmied down her spine. “To care about what?”
“To care so much about you.” He parted her lips with his thumb. “To want you so much.”
She licked his thumb. He tasted salty. Her head spun. Now she did feel drunk. But it wasn’t from the alcohol. She was drunk with lust. Closing her eyes, she allowed the pleasure to wash over her. She sucked his thumb, longing to do the same to his rum-soaked tongue.
Yes, she was acting like a crazy woman. But she didn’t care. She’d never felt this turned on in her life. And she feared she never would again. She was in Cuba, on a farm, far away from America. Who would possibly know? It’s not like they had surveillance cameras or iPhones here. She had to explore this feeling further.
As if reading her mind, Antonio’s lips pressed against hers with a need that matched her beating heart. He tasted of the seven-year rum, which she now loved. She gave in and played with his tongue, savoring the flavor. Sucking on it softly at first, she dragged it through her teeth, wanting to, hoping to inflict the slightest bit of pain. Truth be told she wanted to hear Antonio express his needs. He was usually so locked up. She was desperate to know he longed for her the way she longed for him.
He inhaled sharply, but didn’t yell or stop her. If anything, her naughtiness provoked him further. His big hands moved down to her butt, his fingers gently caressing her there. She could only imagine what it would feel like if those long fingers stroked her underneath her thin little sundress. She willed his fingers to find their way there.
So lost in this glorious sensation, it didn’t register at first that the music had stopped. The kiss ended, and Antonio leaned away. Maybe he noticed, too? A round of applause erupted, and a few adults whistled. Oh God, was the whistle for them? She’d totally forgotten where they were. She dragged her hand across her mouth. There were kids here. Oh Lordy.
She turned around. Dallas was staring at her with his mouth wide open and his eyes full of disbelief. He had a video camera with him. Was he shooting video of her and Antonio? Holy shit. Heat blasted both her cheeks. She felt breathless, just like she had when Ignado had pressed that nasty-smelling rag against her face.
If the police ever saw her making out with her “abductor” that would shoot down any chance she had of getting back into America without repercussions. “Oh my God.” Her hand covered her galloping heart. “What the hell have I done?”
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