Vacation Foreplay
Angel’s POV
"Raul, have you seen my suitcase? I'm sorry if I'm keeping you waiting—I'm just so confused and stressed. I thought I packed everything last night, I—"
"Tesoro, relax," he cut in gently, amusement dancing in his eyes. "The suitcases are already in the car. I'm just waiting for you to get dressed."
His smile, warm and teasing, coaxed a shy one from me, easing the knot in my chest.
"You ready?" he asked, raising a brow.
I shook my head, a sheepish grin tugging at my lips.
"I haven't showered," I admitted, my voice barely a whisper.
He chuckled, stepping closer, his presence filling the room.
"Get your ass in the bathroom, Caramella. I'll wait."
He gave me a gentle push, his hand grazing my backside with a playful tap that sent a giggle bubbling from my lips.
On the bed lay a flowery romper and white slides with a furry trim, a thoughtful gift from him.
My heart warmed at his care, the way he knew me so well. I hurried through my shower, the hot water washing away my nerves, and slipped into the outfit, the fabric hugging my curves perfectly.
"I knew my choice would look stunning on you," Raul said as I emerged, his smirk wicked, his gaze raking over my exposed thighs, igniting a flush across my skin.
He pulled me by the waist, his hands firm yet tender, and pressed a feathery kiss to my lips, leaving them tingling.
"I can't wait for our vacation, Caramella."
"The impatience is mutual," I whispered, my voice husky, my fingers brushing his chest. His smile, bright and boyish, melted me.
"Let's go." Our fingers laced together, and we left, the promise of summer stretching before us.
My chest was full of excitement—sunlight, waves, freedom. But underneath all that joy was a tiny flutter of dread, a shadow over my happiness.
"Raul," I called softly, my voice hesitant.
He hummed, his eyes on the road, one hand resting on my thigh.
"What if your mamá doesn't like me?" I turned toward him. "What then?"
He glanced over, then slowed to a stop at the light. With his free hand, he cupped my cheek.
"Do you trust me, tesoro?"
I nodded—without hesitation.
"Then it doesn't matter," he said softly. "Even if she's upset at first, the truth is, I'm not leaving you. No one changes that."
"But Raul," I whispered, my voice muffled against his shirt, "I don't want to ruin your relationship with her because of me."
He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through me.
"Mamá's understanding. She might be upset at first—she's stubborn like me—but her heart's soft as cotton. She can't stay mad at her favorite son for long."
His grin was playful, but a faint blush crept up his cheeks.
I smiled, staring at him like he held the sun in his hands.
"Oh, so you're a mamá's boy, huh? That's why you're so calm, knowing you can charm your way into her heart."
I poked his side, teasing, my laughter bubbling up as his blush deepened.
"Angel, stop," he said, swatting my finger away, but his smile betrayed his amusement.
I grinned, feeling bold. "Mamá's little boy," I taunted, poking him again.
"Tesoro," he growled, grabbing my wrist with a sudden intensity, pulling me flush against his chest.
His eyes darkened, desire and playful anger swirling in their depths.
"Don't tempt me, or I'll punish you right here."
My breath hitched, but my bratty mood took over.
"Oh, don't threaten me, mamá's little boy," I shot back, smirking.
His gaze turned molten.
He pinned me back against the seat, eyes dark with the promise of sinful things. His hand glided slowly down my waist and gripped my thigh.
"I see you're desperate for a punishment," he rasped at my ear, lips grazing my lobe.
I stifled a moan. My skin betrayed me.
"You know what?" he murmured, leaning so close his lips brushed my earlobe. A soft, involuntary moan escaped me,.
"You already owe me plenty, and mark my words, darling, I won't go easy on you." His lips grazed mine in a teasing kiss, leaving me aching, hungry for more.
I tugged at his white vintage shirt, desperate for a deeper kiss, but he pulled back, the jerk, his smirk infuriatingly smug.
"Easy, tesoro. You don't get what you want that easily." He winked and pressed on the accelerometer as the light switched to green.
"Tease," I muttered under my breath, cheeks flushed, thighs clenched.
Luca once warned me my sass would get me in trouble. Turns out he was right.
I sat quietly now, a sulking kitten beside a lion. He didn't say a word, and that silence screamed louder than anything.
His silence was deadly.
The calm before a beautiful, punishing storm.
I glanced at him again—his brows furrowed as he drove through the city. But despite his stern expression... he looked different.
He glowed.
There was peace in him now. A stillness I'd never seen before. Like a burden had finally been lifted. Like for the first time, he wasn't fighting something inside.
And somehow, it hit me right then—this man who once carried heartbreak like a second skin, was slowly healing.
And I was part of that healing.
I turned to him with a soft smile. I didn't say anything. I didn't need to.
I just watched the man I love—this fierce, loyal, complicated soul—and knew in the depths of me...
I would never let him carry that weight alone again.
Because Raul D'Amano was more than just my lover.
He was the other half of my soul.
We arrived at the airport, and my breath hitched at the sight before me.
A matte black jet stood proudly on the tarmac, sleek and commanding, with D'Amano written boldly in gold across its side like a royal crest.
But it wasn't the jet that made me smile. It was the two familiar figures standing nearby.
"Luca!" I called out, unable to hide my excitement.
His face lit up as he rushed toward me. "Sis!"
He wrapped me in his arms, lifting me slightly off the ground. I inhaled his warm, masculine scent—familiar, grounding.
"I missed you so much," he whispered.
"I missed you more." I clung to him a moment longer.
He was about to speak again, but his gaze shifted behind me—and just like that, the warmth in his eyes faded, replaced with a cool, unreadable void.
I didn't need to look back to know Raul had arrived.
"Mr. D'Amano," Luca greeted him with a nod.
Raul returned it, his expression unreadable, then looked back at me like I was the only one in the room who mattered.
"Let's go," Luca said, lacing our fingers together like we were kids again. "I can already feel it—this summer is going to be wild."
As we walked toward Bianco, his goofy grin spread wide. "Hermosa," he called, pulling me into a warm hug.
"It's so good to see you again, Bianco."
"The feeling's mutual." His eyes flicked past me. "Hey, what's wrong with your guy?"
I turned. Raul stood off to the side, arms crossed, eyes narrowed, watching us like a hawk ready to strike.
"Uhm... sis," Luca muttered. "Does that man's face ever move? I swear I've never seen him smile."
Bianco and I both laughed.
"Someday," I said softly, "you will. And when you do... it's beautiful."
We boarded the jet, and the interior welcomed us with a soothing blend of leather and soft floral notes. Everything was warm beige and polished gold—understated elegance.
I sank into the plush leather seat, letting my body finally relax after a sleepless night and a full day of packing.
Raul slid in beside me and casually rested his hand on my thigh.
My eyes widened slightly at his touch, my pulse picking up.
"Are you tired?" he asked gently, concern softening his tone.
I nodded. I was exhausted. I barely slept and had spent most of the day running around preparing for this trip.
"Come with me." He reached for my hand.
I placed mine in his without hesitation, but we barely took a step before Bianco's voice chimed in from behind us.
"Hey, where are you two sneaking off to?"
Raul didn't even glance back. "Why do I owe you an explanation?"
And just like that, he pulled me along by the wrist.
"Careful not to spill any body fluids on the bed!" Bianco called after us. "I'm supposed to be sleeping there tonight!"
My cheeks ignited as Raul shut the door behind us.
He adjusted the thermostat. "Do you want me to lower the AC?"
I shook my head and crawled into the oversized bed, letting the soft sheets swallow me whole.
Raul peeled off his white shirt, revealing his toned torso—broad shoulders, taut abs, the kind of body sculpted for sin.
Then he slid in beside me.
I nestled into his chest, letting his heartbeat lull my senses. He held me gently, and for a while, there was only silence.
"Angel," he murmured suddenly, his voice low, tender.
I looked up through my lashes. "Yes?"
"I want you to do something for me."
"What is it?" I asked softly.
He looked at me with a gaze that simmered with heat and something deeper—something raw.
"Dance for me," he whispered.
My heart skipped.
His voice was an octave lower, seductive. I sat up slowly, searching his face.
"Will you?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper. His lips were so close to mine, I could feel the warmth of each word.
"Y-yes," I breathed.
A smirk curled on his lips. "Good. Because I've been dying to see that sexy body roll down mine like I'm your personal pole."
Personal pole.
The words echoed in my head—sinful, electric. That was my first fantasy about him. The day I danced in the auditorium, lost in the moment, never realizing it would lead us here.
Now, here we were.
Raul cupped my cheeks, teasing my bottom lip between his teeth before releasing it with a soft groan.
"Let's sleep," he whispered, pulling me back against his chest. "We've got a long flight ahead."
Wrapped in his arms, his scent and warmth surrounding me, I felt safe, wanted... home.