Page 4 of Love Bites
Ignacio raised an amused eyebrow at the redhead as she stormed away, her hips swaying in perfect movements. He had the urge to pull her into his arms and ravish her. She was beautiful and obviously fiery tempered.
Antonio grumbled to himself, something about bitchy tourists, but Ignacio was too far gone in his lust-filled thoughts to pay attention to what he had said.
“I’ll be back. Go on without me.”
Ignoring Antonio’s curious glance, Ignacio threw him the soccer ball, then made it to the woman’s side within the blink of an eye. She let out a small yelp at the sight of him next to her and tried to mask it with a hardening look.
“Did you come here to insult my outfit and tell me I’m ugly?” she demanded, though there was a tremor to her words that he couldn’t decipher.
Ignacio smiled, hoping to put her at ease. “Sorry to disappoint, but no. I have no interest in clothes, and you are most certainly not ugly in the least.” He thought he saw her face turn the color of her hair, and it gave him a thrill of satisfaction.
“So what do you want, then?” Her voice held the smallest tone of suspicion and nervousness.
“A beautiful woman like you should not be wandering the streets of a foreign country alone. I offer you my services as an escort, so that you may return safely to your hotel.”
She stopped in her tracks and looked up at him incredulously, but the blush was still on her face. He could feel her internal struggle as she tried to decide whether or not to let him walk her back. After what seemed to be a long internal battle, the woman finally let out a small sigh and agreed.
“Okay,” she whispered. “But in case you tryanything, you should know I will not hesitate to put the existence of your future generations at risk.” She nodded at his dick and started forward again.
Ignacio shook off his surprise with a smile and walked after her. “May I ask where it is we are going?” She handed him a piece of paper. He took it from her, studying it, before smiling. “It’ll interest you to know your hotel is that way.” He placed his arm gently on her shoulder and turned her around. The moment his hand touched her, electrical jolts sizzled up his arm, like a thousand prickles awakening his nervous system. He knew she felt it too because she stared at him wide eyed and flinched.
He took his hand away and stared straight ahead, scooting to the side, so he there was a semblance of distance between them. It was as much for his benefit as it was for hers. His thoughts swirled in a maelstrom, the blood in his body pumped faster, his heart beat a demanding tune. He tried to ignore his body’s response to the woman by closing his fingers into fists.
“My name is Ignacio, by the way. Ignacio Ortiz.” His voice quivered; he fought to keep it steady.
She nodded. “Katheryn Meyers.”
He found a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth and rolled the name on his tongue out loud. “Katheryn Meyers.” It had a nice ring to it. A name as beautiful as the woman herself. He admired her underneath the glow of street lamps as they walked. Her hair was a bright red, her face was oval shaped and cute little red freckles dotted her pale cheeks, with her skin white and her cheeks rosy. Her eyes were blue, dark, like the night sky, twinkling like stars.
“Your friend needs to learn how to speak to women,” Katheryn said suddenly.
Ignacio erupted with laughter. “You’d be the first to think so. He’s quite popular with the girls his age.”
Katheryn snorted, rolling her eyes. “Poor girls probably don’t know better,” she muttered, and he swore he caught the same teasing tone she’d used before when she’d given Antonio a hard time. “He looks like he’s nothing but trouble. I’d be locking my daughters away from him if I were them.”
“Aw, don’t be so hard on him. He’s a good kid.”
Her plump lips pursed into a firm line, but the sides of her mouth twitched, like she was holding back her laughter. He found himself wanting to hear the sound, wanting to know it, memorize it, turn it into a melody. But she held the sound in and lapsed into silence as they walked.
All Ignacio wanted to hear was her beautiful voice, echoing through the night’s air. That thought scared him a bit. He had barely met the woman, and he felt the need to surround himself with her essence, which was absurd. There was no possible way he could want this woman, but every single cell in his body demanded he get closer to her. Touch her, make her smile, make her burn with passion and love.
Love? He almost tripped over his own feet at the sudden sensations that word provoked in his body. Like it was agreement with the errant thoughts running through his mind. He tried to shove them away.
“You’re American, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“May I ask why you’re here in Spain?” he asked curiously. He thought he saw her eyes flicker with something—though he wasn’t sure what—and she tensed. He heard the rapid acceleration of her heart, then she cleared her throat to answer.
There could be a thousand reasons for that reaction, none of which he liked.
“Just taking a vacation,” she practically mumbled. “I needed to get away from the craziness.”
He figured there was more to the story than just that, but he didn’t push. He could tell by the waves of discomfort pouring off of her that it was something she wouldn’t be sharing with him anytime soon—if ever. But he couldn’t help but wonder. Perhaps someone had hurt her… The thought of someone bringing her pain filled him a rage he didn’t understand. Why should he care what had happened to this woman at all? Why was his body and mind reacting so strongly to her?
“So, where did you learn to speak English so well?” she asked him after a moment of silence.
“At school, like normal people.”
