“You can’t tell me what to do,” I reiterated.
“Are you in love with him?” Lorenzo whispers, his lips hovering over mine.
“Maybe,” I whisper.
His fingers touch my lips as his jaw tenses. The palpable tension almost painful. He set my skin on fire. I’m so confused. I am filled so many conflicting emotions that I can’t see straight.
“Do you want him?” he asks.
“He’s not you,” I say.
“Do you want him?” He asks again firmly this time.
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Do you need him?” He asks, feathering light kisses against my lips.
“Not like I need you,” I whisper, lightly responding to each feathered kiss.
My body set on fire with need being in his arms. He pulls me in for a feverish kiss, his fingers gripping my cheeks. The kiss rough, almost painful from his sudden grip. Our tongues danced together in a dance of utter want. His lower lip catches my bottom teeth and I pull. I bite his lip gently, but still garnering the reaction I wanted from him. The moan escaped his lips was addictive as a drug itself. I smiled against his lips as my breath catches in my throat.
“I want you to go somewhere with me. No more talk of passport and bucket lists and soul searching,” he says.
“What about your uncle?”
“I’ll take care of him,” he says, placing another gentle kiss across my lips.
“Antonio isn’t going to like this,” I say, between soft kisses.
“Antonio doesn’t like anything,” a dimpled smile crossing his lips.
“Your uncle,” my voice trailing off before he interrupts.
“I don’t give a fuck what Luis wants. What I want is you,” he proclaims.
His lips crash against mine. The breath evacuates my lungs. Thoughts escape my mind.
He wants me.
I want him.
I found my family. I found some answers to my questions and all I can think about is the man who’s tongue in my mouth. My incessant craving for him is carnivorous. I am addicted to him.