‘I won’t.’
She didn’t want him going out in this mood, and she followed him into the lounge while knowing he wouldn’t welcome her advice. ‘Raúl, I don’t think—’
‘I don’t pay you to think.’
‘You’re upset.’
‘Now she tells me what I’m feeling!’
‘Now she reminds you that she read that contract before she signed it. If you think you’re going to go out clubbing and carrying on in your usual way I’ll be on the next plane home…’ she watched his shoulders stiffen ‘…with every last cent you agreed to pay me.’
He headed for the door.
‘Hope the music’s loud enough for you, Raúl!’ she called out to him.
‘It could never be loud enough.’
There was a crack from the storm and the balcony doors flew wide open. He turned then, and she glimpsed hell in his eyes. There was more than he was telling her, she knew that, and yet she did not need to know at this moment.
He was striding towards her and she understood for a moment his need for constant distraction, for she was craving distraction now. She was pregnant by the man she loved, who was incapable of loving her. How badly she didn’t want to think about it. How nice it would be for a moment to forget.
His mouth was, perhaps for the last time, welcome. The crush of his lips was so fierce he might have drawn blood. Yet it was still not enough. He wrestled her to the floor and it was still too slow.
Here beneath him there were no problems—just the weight of him on her.
He was pulling at his zipper and pressing up her skirt. She was kissing him as if his lips could save them both. The balcony doors were still wide open. It was raining on the inside, raining on them, yet it did not douse them.
He had taught her so much about her body, but she learned something new now—how fast her arousal could be.
He was coming even before he was inside her; she could feel the hot splash on her sex. Estelle was sobbing as he thrust inside her, holding onto him for dear life. Each thrust of his hips met with her own desperation. It was fast and it was brutal, and yet it was the closest they had ever been.
He was at her ear and breathing hard when he lifted his face. She opened her eyes to a different man.
‘Come with me to see them?’
He was asking, not telling.
‘Yes.’
‘Tomorrow?’
‘Yes.’
It felt terribly close to love.
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