Page 15 of Never Again
He took control of her pleasure, and she reacted in kind. She tugged his shirt and undershirt off with urgent desperation to experience the pleasure of her naked skin against his. She scraped her nails down his sides and over his tight ass—a little too harsh. A little too anxious.
“I want you. I need you,” Carlos whispered.
“Yes. Yes,” Carmen panted.
He sheathed himself in protection and then gripping her bare ass, aligned his hips with hers and pressed home with a low groan. The entire universe stood still while her muscles stretched to fit the depth and circumference of his solid erection. The drive of his hips inflicted immense pleasure, forcing her to wail and gasp and tremble beneath him.
Carlos had control of her body and used a commanding force of thrusts and hard hands to hitch her hips higher and allow him in deeper. Another moan scaled the length of her throat and escaped through her mouth. She grabbed a handful of hair and gripped one of his shoulder blades, pushing her hips higher and harder against his, running down the orgasm just out of reach.
“That’s it. Harder,mi amor.Come for me.”
And she did, splintering into pieces at his simple command. Contracting around him and turning his smooth rhythm into a manic pace. Her whimpers of pleasure sounded in the room, her fingers digging into the hard muscles of his back. Her hoarse cries swept through the cavernous space. Nothing in life had ever felt as good as being claimed by him.
Carlos shuddered and collapsed on top of her, burying his face into her neck. She wrapped her arms around him, rubbed the musculature of his back, his shoulder blades, and wrapped her legs around his waist and just held on.
Overcome by emotion, she said softly in his ear, “I still love you.”
His whispered response was immediate. “I still love you, too.”
7
Carlos squinted into the bright morning light. No surprise he’d slept later than usual after the night he and Carmen had.
The scent of freshly brewing coffee weighed on the air, and he lifted onto his elbows and stared across the open space at Carmen. She wore her short hair in a loose knot on the crown of her head and moved around the kitchen in his bedroom slippers and the sleeveless white undershirt from the night before. The shoes were way too large for her small feet, but made sense on the cool tile floor. The shirt swamped her body and looked more like a dress on her petite frame, and when she turned slightly, the sides of her breasts were on display.
Humming softly as she worked, Carmen poured coffee into two mugs on the counter while Sofia rubbed against the back of her calves in an attempt to get her attention.
Warmth unfolded in his chest. She behaved as if she’d been there many times before and making coffee Saturday morning after a long night of sex was part of their regular routine.
It could have been, a nagging voice whispered.
Carlos brushed aside the thought. No negativity. He preferred to dwell on the here and now.
He fell back against the pillows and stared up at the wood beam ceiling. They didn’t have much more time together before she left for Toronto, and he didn’t think he’d ever hated anything as much as the thought of her leaving to go home.
“Good morning,” Carmen sang as she came toward him, face beaming and a steaming cup in each hand. “I see you’re up, and I made coffee.”
“How long have you been awake?” Carlos sat up and took one of the mugs. “Thank you.”
“Not long. Long enough to make coffee and that’s it.” She sat cross-legged beside him and took a sip.
They both looked at each other.
“So…” she said.
“So,” Carlos said, a smile lifting the corners of his mouth.
Carmen bit her lip. “About last night…”
“I’m glad you came. I’m glad you stayed.” Carlos looked into her eyes.
“Good, because I’m glad, too, and I don’t care about what happened in the past. I’m just happy we’re here together again. I’m right where I want to be. With you.”
He didn’t deserve her. She was too damn good for him. “Perfect. We see eye to eye.”
The smile she sent him, right before she took another sip of coffee, was soft and sweet and radiated joy.Hewas the reason for her good spirits, and if he could, he’d always keep her smiling.
Carmen rested her back against the pillows, stretching out her legs on top of the sheet. “What do you want for breakfast?”
