Page 19 of Spark
His face splits, teeth gleaming. “Then I’ll give you a taste of my cochinita pibil.”
“Is that the pork baked in the banana leaves?” I’d been too focused on deciding what I wanted, I hadn’t paid attention to what Mateo ordered.
“It is.”
“Then I’m definitely interested.”
He leans closer and drops his voice. “So, you only like me for my pork?”
“And banana. I believe it comes with fried plantains.” And I wink. Yes, I winked,again. Maybe I’m developing a nervous tic or something.
He drops back into his chair, laughing. His eyes shaking their moneymaker. “Good to know where I stand.”
“I believe in honesty. Without pork and bananas,” I gesture between us, biting my lip to keep from grinning but failing miserably. “I don’t think this will work.”
Swirling his finger along the rim of his glass, he brings it to his mouth and sucks off the salt. The move is as sexy as it is calculated, and his grin tells me he knows it. “I guess it’s a good thing we have both.”
“I guess it is.”
We sit grinning at each other like dorky teens until the waiter comes with two more margaritas.
Lunch turns into more drinks in the back booth of a cozy tavern where Mateo once did some renovation work. Which turns into a late dinner of gyros from a food truck as we stroll along Penn’s Landing. Which leads to right now, in the parking garage in front of my car.
Mateo stifles a yawn, and I mentally kick myself for keeping him so long. I know he has to be up early for work tomorrow. “Thank you for a wonderful day. I think this is a record for the longest date I’ve ever been on.”
Hands in his pockets, he scoots closer. “Funny, I don’t want it to end.”
“Me neither.” I tug the bottom of his shirt and close the six inches between us. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I press my mouth to his. After a day of flirting and touching, the firm feel of his lips melding with mine ignites desire that accelerates fast enough to cause whiplash. Every stroke, every whisper, every breath is heightened, his low groan invokes a need so great my dick strains to reach him. In an instant, there’s an inferno between us. Or maybe it is us who are the inferno. Whatever, it’s hot and out of control.
Mateo pushes me against the door of the car, his hard shaft grinding against mine. My fingers dig into his ass, yanking him closer as his tongue thrusts into my mouth. The stench of piss and exhaust swirl around us. I bite his lip. He fists my hair and tilts my head back to suck the base of my neck. A moan echoes off the cinder block walls, and I fumble for the button of his jeans.
The heat of his skin.
The quiver of his muscled stomach.
His intake of breath as I finally wrap my hand around the girth of his steel rod.
The blaring of a horn.
We jump apart as a car full of teens hooting and whistling passes.
Even in the dim light of the garage, Mateo looks disoriented. His eyes wild, his clothes rumpled, his lips swollen.
I scrub my face and try to catch my breath. My heart is hammering so hard, I can hear it in my ears.
A low chuckle starts. I look through my fingers to find Mateo zipping up his fly and laughing. “I can’t believe I’m close to forty, and I get caught making out in a parking garage.”
“You?” I push his shoulder. “Iamforty, and I had my hand down your pants like a horny teenager.”
The laughing ceases as he wraps an arm around my waist and yanks me to him, claiming my mouth and leaving me breathless when he releases me. “Next time, it will be more than frenzied groping.”
I nod. Words have fled my brain along with all my sense. It seems that with this man, rational thoughts go on hiatus.
“Good.” He plants another hard kiss on my lips. When we part, I’m panting, and I want more.
Chapter Six
Mateo
