Page 157 of Raspados & Regret

My eyebrows lift. “You went shopping?”

His ears go red.

“What, I like being prepared.”

“For your boyfriend?” I flutter my lashes at him.

“Keep running your mouth and maybe I’ll just fuck that instead.”

I snap my mouth shut and smirk. He makes a sound low in his chest and flips me onto my stomach.

Just like that.

A sharp, quick movement that punches the breath out of me in the best way. My face hits the pillow. His weight covers me from behind, chest to my back, mouth at my ear.

“You want rough?” he asks. “Or like the first time?”

My body goes still under him. He’s asking me what I want and how he can make me feel good. Fabián isn’t asking like it’s a threat; no, it’s permission asking for a door to open.

I turn my head enough to look at him. “Yes.”

“How rough?”

“Hard enough, I feel you tomorrow.”

His jaw ticks. “And?”

I swallow. “And soft enough that you stay with me after.”

The whole room goes quiet; I watch his face change. My own words land in me late.

Soft enough that you stay with me after.

The thing under the sex, the ache I tried to dress up in red shorts and attitude. Fabián lowers his forehead to my shoulder, pressing kisses to my skin.

“Elías,” he says, pausing for a second before drawing in a breath. “Nene, I would rather die than not stay with you.”

I believe him and maybe that makes me stupid.

I’ll be stupid for the rest of my life if he keeps whispering promises like that to me.

“Good,” I whisper.

His mouth brushes my ear.

“This position okay?” He asks. “We can switch it.”

A smile pulls at me. Look at him, checking in. The man is already excelling at being a communicative boyfriend.

“Yeah, cariño. Just like this.”

His teeth graze my shoulder. “Then open up for me, muñeco.”

My whole body melts, and the first finger is slow despite all the rough talk.

Too slow.

Fabián can’t help himself. Even when he is trying to be filthy, some part of him listens like it is sacred. His hand on my hip, his mouth against my back, his finger working me open while his breath catches every time I push back.