Lost in Your Eyes | Enrique Iglesias

Chapter 6

You're in Mexico for the next gig. You take a sit on a black leather sofa and scroll through Twitter as you listen to Bon Jovi and wait for Enrique to come out of the shower. The show starts in less than two hours and by now he should have been at the concert venue. You cannot understand how he can take so long to get ready which makes you giggle to yourself.

''What are you laughing at?'' he asks. He is wearing only a towel around his waist, leaving his upper body naked with small droplets of water falling down the stomach. You can't help but look at him awe; his skin looks soft and the veins on his neck and arms are extra visible. You bite your lip at the sight and sigh.

''From the looks on your face it looks like you should have taken that shower with me, baby girl'' he says as he cups my face with both his hands. He then reaches for your lips but stops one millimeter away, smiling teasingly at you.

''What a tease'' you say as you caress the skin above the towel line. Then you feel his lips lock with yours in a kiss filled with lust. The fresh taste of his mouth makes you let out a quiet moan, making him smile in the middle of the kiss.

Enrique pulls you closer to his bare chest and you can't help but feel his skin with your fingers tips, tracing slow circles everywhere. You feel him heat up from the touch and the intense kiss. Reaching for his towel to take it off, he growls into your mouth, feeling turned on.

''Go get dressed now. You'll be late and you don't want your fans to get mad, do you?'' you say teasingly with a smirk on your face.

''And you call me a tease!'' he says in a frustrated tone. Giving you a furrowed expression, he puts on his pair of jeans and you take a sit on a table in front of him. It's always just wonderful to watch him get dressed. Who wouldn't think that?

He looks at you at the same time as grabbing his plain white shirt and he feels like he can't take it anymore. He throws the t-shirt on the floor and comes to you, grabbing you by both your bare knees, spreads your legs and brings you closer to him. The sudden feeling of domination and lust makes you weak at the knees.

''Hold on there cowboy, you've got a concert to hold and you're very damn late'' you say even though the only thing you want right now is for him to put your panties to the side and fill you up with himself.

''God damn it, I want you in every way there is to want a person'' he says in a very attractive voice. He caresses your inner thighs, bringing his thumbs close to your core. There is nothing else he wants right now than to take you roughly on the table you are sitting on.

''You wait, baby girl. You just wait until after the concert'' he says smirking. He then grabs his hand to help you off the table, puts on his T-shirt and you both run out of the door.

**

It's ''Hero'' time and you know he will bring someone up on stage. You wonder who will turn out to be and what that person will do. However, he doesn't. No person is brought up on stage.

''My loves, I'm sorry but tonight I won't be taking anyone up here for Hero. But this song goes out to someone important who has brought light to my life. Here's ''Hero'' everyone'' he says as he gives you a quick look.

For some reason, you feel tears forming. Did he really do that? Did he really dedicate the song to you? And did he really not bring anyone up on stage because of you?

Out of nowhere, Pitbull comes to you and stands next to you with a big grin on his face. ''If he did this, I have to tell you that you are one special girl. This means a lot, you do something to him, something good'' he says smiling and you feel a wave of warmth and love take over you as you look at Enrique singing.

**

''I have missed you'' Enrique says as he comes to you backstage after the gig.

''But I was here all the time, lovely'' you say amused.

''Doesn't matter'' he says and hugs you tight.

In the dressing room, you take your sit on a table again and wait for him to get ready to go home. When he comes out of the shower, he feels a déjà vu when he sees you on the table.

''Do you remember what I told you before the concert?'' he says as he approaches you and leaves a sloppy kiss on your neck. You nod in response.

''Good girl'' he says as he moves the fabric of the dress off of your legs, leaving them bare.

You reach for his lips and kiss him hungrily, as if they are the only thing to keep you alive.

''Easy, baby girl. Easy'' he says as you feel his fingers between your legs.

''Fuck'' was the last thing you saw before the room filled with moans and sweat.