Calah
The horses start to slow down and Mateo clicks with his tongue leading them up the beach into a small stable. He helps me off the horse then brings them both inside.
When he leaves the stable he latches the gate closed and smiles endearingly, “Welcome to my home.”
“You live here?”
“Yes, come… there is much to show you,” Mateo pulls me along by the hand.
We walk through beach grass and around the home to the front door. He unlocks it and holds it open for me to enter; I walk into a sleek living room with large windows and views of the beach.
“Wow, this is beautiful.”
“I’m glad you like it. Come with me, I’ll show you around.”
He pulls me into a large kitchen, “Is this where you’re going to cook dinner?”
“No, you’ll see, I’m giving you special treatment.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m trying to impress you,” he sets his hands on my lower back and pulls my body to his.
I can feel his hard planes of muscle against my body and it makes me shiver. Mateo is such a passionate man, I feel like I get drunk on his energy and can’t control myself.
“Mateo… you’re so intoxicating.”
“I am?” he whispers teasingly against my neck and the hot air from his breath gives me goosebumps.
“Yes, you smell incredible and the way you talk…”
He slides his hand up over my side until he cups my cheek and kisses me hard. He parts my lips with his tongue and invades me completely. I never want this to end but he steels my breath and I have to break away.
He presses his lips to my neck instead while he molds my body into his. I give into him completely and hitch my thigh over his hip. He takes my weight, leans me back and presses kisses down my throat over my neck onto my chest through the valley of my breasts.
“Mateo,” I gasp.
“Calah, I want you, I want you so badly but I will stop.”
Mmm… I’m not sure if I want him to stop. Before I can protest though he sets me on my feet and pulls away from the kiss.
“The night is young,” he kisses across my neck, over my throat to the other side, “We have time to explore our passion.”
My heart is hammering in my chest when he pulls me to the hall and into a gorgeous master bedroom.
“Mateo, this is gorgeous.”
“I’m glad you like it. How are you feeling, are you hungry?”
“Yes, actually.”
“Come with me,” he opens a sliding glass door when I step outside we’re right on the beach again.
There is a small-thatched cabana with two chairs, Mateo adjusts one and gestures for me to sit down, “What can I make you to drink?”
“Whatever you’re having is fine with me.”
“Be right back,” Mateo steps behind a small bar and starts to make two drinks, he brings me back a glass of whiskey.
“Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome, sit and enjoy your drink, I intend to show you my favorite way to make dinner.”
“What is that?”
“You’ll see,” he smirks.
He steps back a bit to where there is a wooden pedestal then he picks up a block of wood and sets it on the stump. He lifts an axe and swings it over his head smashing into the block. Mateo looks so incredibly sexy and it seems like he knows it too. Maybe this is his tactic, he’ll make himself so irresistible that I can’t stay away. I look up at him again as he rakes a hand through his hair, I can’t believe that this is really happening.
“Mateo, don’t hurt yourself.”
“I’m fine corazon,” he smiles sweetly at me before he runs his fingers down his chest, grips his shirt and slides it off his shoulders.
Dear lord, I’ve never been this close to someone so hot. Every muscle on his body is hard and bulging. He swings that axe over his head and smashes into the next piece of wood. I want him, I can feel it when my core clenches and liquid heat invades my folds. I want him to want me too.
Right now we’re pretending that the deal doesn’t exist, so there is no reason to hold back. I stand up and pull my sundress over my head bearing my bikini. The next time Mateo looks at me his eyes go wide and then darken with desire.
“Calah, you are a work of art. I want to touch you; will you let me touch you?”
“Come here,” I say, holding my arms out to him.
Mateo steps toward me and lifts me out of my chair, his skin is slick with sweat but he smells incredible like musk, the sea and fresh air. The sensation of his skin pressed against mine is almost overwhelming and I feel like my whole body is on fire. I’ve never wanted a person the way I want him but I want to see what he has planned for the rest of the evening too. He lets his hands slide over my body taking in all of my curves as he sets me on my feet. I snake my hands up his back and take in his muscles, part of me feels like this might be a dream.
“Corazon, I want you but I want to cook you dinner.”
“Mateo… what if I’m not hungry for food?”
“Are you going to tell me what you’re hungry for?” he lets his hand slip off my waist and cups my ass pulling me to him with force.
I moan in delight, “You…”
“You will have me and you will have a hard time getting rid of me but first I will cook you dinner.”
He presses a kiss to my neck then jaw before his lips land on mine and he kisses me breathless. Then as if he is unaffected by the kiss entirely he steps back to his position with the axe and breaks a few more pieces of wood before he gets on his knees in the sand and starts to build a bonfire.
I can’t deny that he looks sexy while he’s completing his task. He’s doing everything with care and it strikes me again just how different he is from what I expected. Horses and living on the beach, working with his hands, he’s far from a buttoned up businessman.
