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“So, you never got together with him after I left?”
“No!”
Hector let out a breath he had been holding.
“If you must know,” I said. “In the last seven years, Ramiro has had two great loves. Neither of whom was me. Now, he is very happily married, and very much still someone I consider family.”
“And there hasn’t been anyone else?” he asked.
“Like you, I dated some, but nothing ever came of it. I was too focused on work, and most men can’t handle a schedule as busy as mine.”
Now that my sight had adjusted to the dark, I could make out Hector’s face as his nostrils flared.
“I want to kill, just thinking about you with anyone else,” he admitted.
“Don’t be a hypocrite. You just told me you dated as well.”
“And how did you like hearing that, baby?”
I shifted in my seat. I hadn’t liked it one bit, and immediately wanted to know names, how long they had lasted, and all the sordid details. But I wasn’t about to admit that to him.
“Are you back to stay the night with me, Carolina?”
My body answered before I could, and I found myself nodding. He stood and helped me up from the sofa. He then took me by surprise and lifted me off the ground. My legs wrapped around his waist, and my arms clutched around the back of his neck. It was amazing that he could carry me—I wasn’t a light little feather like Sara, but this man wasstrong.
He kissed the tip of my nose before speaking again. “I won’t be able to take you leaving again. It will drive me to insanity. Please tell me you are here to stay.”
“I think I am,” I said.
“At least promise you won’t get mad at me again for the remainder of the night.”
“You know I can’t promise that.”
Hector squeezed my ass, and I squealed. “Could you at leasttry?” he asked.
I nodded, and my jaw dropped when he carried me all the way upstairs and into his room without so much as a grunt.
Once in his room, he pressed me up against a wall, and my legs unfurled away from him, my feet finding the ground once again. I took his shirt off over his head, and my hands explored his upper body.
His shoulders and arms were massive, and his chest was firm, but his abdominal muscles weren’t too obvious. I’d never really understood the fascination most women have with a six-pack. Hector was slim at the waist. An understated shadow hinted at the muscles beneath his tanned skin, but there were no overly pronounced striations.
But what really made my mouth water was the v-cut line of muscles that peeked out from above his pajama bottoms and pointed downward like a beacon leading me to my prize.
He flipped me over, and I gasped with the surprise of his sudden movements. I held onto the wall for balance as he slowly drew down the zipper of my dress. The soft caress of his fingers followed the trail of the zipper sliding down my back.
Damn it. Hector was taking too much time. I needed himnow.I pulled off the rest of my dress from my upper body with urgency and turned around, not caring that I hadn’t worn a bra. He raised his hands in surrender as I untied the string of his pajama bottoms. He chuckled at my desperate movements, the bastard.
“Here,” he said, and carried me to his bed. He threw me on the mattress unceremoniously and peeled off the rest of my dress and pantyhose. He stepped back to look at me, and I suddenly became aware that I was splayed out in front of him in only a black thong. “Carolina,” he said with a hoarse voice. “You are so fucking beautiful.”
I shot up with his words, sitting on the edge of the mattress. I hooked my fingers to the waistband of both his bottoms and boxer briefs, helping him out of both.
He sprang free, and I gulped at the sight of his erection, facing me and pointing upward. He didn’t say anything as I explored him. I placed a hand around his shaft and squeezed gently, feeling his girth. Hector drew in a breath at the touch, and a small drop of pre-cum escaped him. I rubbed it with my thumb around the head and brought my thumb to my mouth, licking it. The flavor of him in my mouth quickened my breathing.
My intention was to draw him into my mouth, I wanted to taste him, but he pulled out of my grip before my tongue reached its desire.
“Tsk, tsk,” he said. “Not yet. I won’t be able to last if you do that, and I want to devour you, baby.”
I swallowed, even as I was denied what I wanted most. Still, his words stirred inside me, and I felt my pussy contract in response.
