forbidden fruit//a.aretas

~Chapter 19~

Jasmine's pov

I led Armando to the bedroom, that was connected to the bathroom I was using. I felt his gaze searing into my back. The past couple of days have been torture. We've been so close, yet so far at the same time. I could barely take it. His sexy face was hard to ignore, but I reigned in my thoughts. In respect to his dad that was right there most of the time.

Armando shut the door as he entered, turning the lock. And that action alone had my stomach doing about 20 summersaults.

"I've missed you." He spoke in that husky voice. It made me grin as I faced him finally.

"We've been together for days now handsome." I giggled, rubbing his biceps. He rolled his eyes and pulled me into his strong arms@.

"You know what I mean cariño(sweetheart)." He mumbled into my hair. And that sentence alone had my head spinning. Even now after so long, I felt my heart was gonna beat out my chest. The air was tense and I felt the need to be even closer to Armando than I already was. And such strong need made me nervous. Me...I'm never nervous.

"We should shower." I say pulling away. Turning to the bathroom before he can utter a word. I was a 100% a blushing mess right now. And Armando who knows me too well starts chuckling.

"Looks like mi corazón(my heart) can't handle the heat." He laughs, teasing me. And I scoffed in disbelief. The biggest dork was telling me I couldn't handle the heat?? Oh no.

"You're fighting with fire handsome. We both know who wins that game." I say in a sultry voice.

"You're not as intimidating as you think princesa." Armando smirks. How cute.

I suppose he was thinking the tough guy act would fool my ass. I shrug and begin slowly taking off my shirt. I'll surely show him some heat.

"Jasmine-" Armando quickly covered his eyes. Making me want to tease him all the more. Talk about a change in demeanor. I stepped close to him, grabbing his big muscular arms.

"Aw handsome. Why won't you look at me?" I said softly. Pressing him against the door slightly.

"Jasmine I want to be respectful to you. You mean a lot to me." He utters, tensing underneath my touch. I smirk to myself, watching as his whole body erupts in red. My sweet Armando was trying to be a Saint. How ironic.

"But I want you to."

3rd person

Jasmine presses her front to Armando's slowly. In which Armando sucked in a breath. Temptation pulling his body in all different directions. One direction in particular, he was praying Jasmine wouldn't feel. And as perceptive as she was, she did. Smirking to herself. As she watched Armando squirm against her. Still covering those pretty chocolate eyes.

Armando pov

She wants me to look...crazy how every single fiber in my body wanted too. But I knew if I looked I wouldn't be able to control myself. But my mind went blank when she grabbed my hands. I kept my eyes shut, but I felt her place my hand on her waist.

I don't know what what about this has my hormones raging, like a horny teen. Because I've definitely touched Jasmine before. Maybe it was the fact that she only had a thin piece of fabric shielding her from me. Or that I just saw her skin a man like a complete badass. That part should scare me, but it only caused me to strain even more in my pants.

I felt her drag my hands lower and lower. He velvet smooth skin had every part of me on edge. She placed them right on her bare ass. Oh how I always dreamed about this day. Though nothing compared to the reality. I unconsciously squeezed it, wanting to get a better grip.