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That’s better.
Miguel consumed her until she whimpered. He released her mouth and explored her neck. He let his hands drift down her body. His fingers found the tie in the back, and he loosened it.
“Don’t you dare!”
“Too late.” He put the slightest bit of space between them so he could slip his hands into the front of the suit. Her gasp turned into a low moan.
“Miguel, they’ll be back soon.”
“I don’t care.” He searched lower. “Does it come undone at the bottom?”
“No!”
“Then take it off.”
“We’re not doing it out here.”
“We did before.”
“On shore, at night, when no one else was around. I admit I want you, but I’m not taking off my swimsuit, so forget it.”
He ran his hand over her hip and paused just long enough to make very clear to her what he intended. Her eyes grew round. She gripped his shoulders.
“Y-you’re bad,” she whispered, and her head went back.
He eased her suit aside and took what they both wanted. Miguel forgot about the food on shore, the laughter in the air from the others, and even the water as he and Jasmeka melded together.
Chapter 11
Jasmeka peeked out the kitchen window at the sky and sighed. A storm was coming in fast. The weather station was already anticipating tornado warnings. That was Texas, so she wasn’t surprised, but she couldn’t remember the last time one had hit close enough to the ranch to cause damage. Maybe the year after she started working there. Most tornados that swept through the area were farther out into the country areas.
“Simple dinner,” Aunt Rosa announced in Spanish when she entered the kitchen. “The men will be busy getting things ready with the animals. We have our duties here.”
Jasmeka didn’t say she knew the routine. She had already put the menu together for dinner and had a light lunch waiting just in case the boys and a few of the workers took time to come inside to eat. Often, when a storm was expected, the house was empty and kind of lonely because everyone was out on the grounds doing last minute repairs and checking that the animals were secure.
“Maybe I’ll take a couple baskets out to them,” she suggested. “Can’t hurt. I mean it’s a long time until dinner.”
The truth was, she was thinking about Miguel. She kept telling herself it was stupid to mess around with him in the water like they did, especially when they were almost caught. The problem was, she didn’t regret it. As if that one deed drew her to him like honey, she kept thinking about him and wanted to be near him. She wanted to talk to him and feel his eyes on her. He on the other hand, didn’t look so tortured. Not to mention Carmen was still clinging to him and looking sexier with each passing day. Jasmeka wasn’t a fool. At some point, Miguel would go home. There was no love to keep him in Texas. In the end, she would get hurt, and she knew it.
“That’s not necessary,” Aunt Rosa said, but Jasmeka was already putting the baskets together. She packed pulled pork sandwiches spread with Dijon mustard and barbecue sauce on hamburger buns. In fact, she piled the sandwiches so thick with meat the men might not be hungry later.
By the time she headed to the building which housed the animals, the day was turning dark. A huge plop of rain smacked her in the forehead, and she looked up at the sky.
“Come on, Miguel,” came Carmen’s throaty tones. “Let’s go sit somewhere alone and watch the storm like we always do.”
Jasmeka frowned. Miguel had opened the door and come outside with Carmen close to his side. Every step, her hip bumped his thigh, and Jasmeka ground her teeth. No more! He could stuff the pork where the sun didn’t shine!
She swung on her heel about to go back to the house but then came face to face with the maid, who was carrying the second basket and rolling a cooler of drinks. A low grunt escaped her before she drew in a breath and blew it out.
“Jas?” Miguel called.
She turned around again and pasted on a smile. This was so not her. She never faked happiness. “I thought I’d bring lunch down here since all of y’all were so busy.”
He stared into her face in the waning light, but she shoved the basket toward his chest. A nice good thump made him wince, giving her some satisfaction.
“Venga,” she told the maid. “We’ll take the rest inside. You can carry that basket, Miguel.”
“Jas.”
