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"I was going to call a service so. . thank you?" Then Ramiro went around to kiss her on the cheek. "I'll see you when I get back."
Carmen stared at the front door long after he had gone. She resumed making herself dinner, mixing herbs and spices into the food until she was satisfied with the savory aroma permeating the kitchen. She was going through the wine rack, picking out a bottle, when she heard a car pull up in front. Then the front door was opened, and Tanner was there.
"Hey," he said, nodding at her.
"Hi." Carmen was startled. "You're home early."
"I skipped the party and did some work in the office instead," Tanner replied, shooting her a quick smile. "That smells good. Is there enough for me?"
"Of course there is. Let's eat at the counter?"
"Love it. Just let me change out of this."
Carmen set the table. She kept glancing at the bedroom door as she did, willing herself to relax. She was pouring wine into glasses when Tanner returned to the kitchen. He looked relaxed and younger than his forty-three years in a worn white t-shirt and faded cargo shorts. Carmen smiled at him almost shyly. Encouraged, his black eyes sparkled as he went to her.
They sat down, and Carmen put food onto his plate before hers. As she did, Tanner said, "It's been so long since we sat down for a meal together."
"What do you mean? We have breakfast together." She said, digging into her food.
"Yeah, but something like this. You and me just like this. And not having to rush anywhere. Alone." He added pointedly. She flushed and hid her burning cheeks by sipping wine. "Where's Ramiro, anyway?"
"Out."
"Good."
Then he wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her.
Carmen sighed against his tongue as they kissed, her hand rising to touch his cheek while he held her. God, it had been so long. She moved so she was closer and could deepen the kiss. How she had missed this. The flavor of his tongue reminded her of spice and impulse. Her fingers thrust through the thick curls of his hair.
Suddenly, Tanner was standing, the chair falling back to the floor with a slam. He grabbed her with him before pressing her against the wall. He grinned at her, and she returned it before she cupped his face again for a kiss. His fingers slipped inside her shorts and dragged the garment down.
The next instant, she was yanked from the wall and pushed against the table. His hand pressed low on her back as he urged her to bend over while the other dragged her shorts down to her legs. She tried turning, wanting to look at him, and tell him to take it slow, but he pushed her back down. Her hands struggled for friction on the smooth surface until she settled for just gripping the edges, her arms flung to the sides as Tanner pushed her down once again, then thrust.
"Wait - "she gasped, her legs closing on instinct as he pushed in. Her head was still reeling from the kiss, and it felt heavy and hot, but the rest of her body hadn't caught up yet. She wasn't that wet. But Tanner spread her legs open from behind and resumed fucking her, his thrusts short and desperate. She grimaced and struggled to push her hand down, fingers arrowing toward her clit. There. The moisture was beginning to gather, easing the piercing discomfort, but she was still trying to turn around.
She hated fucking in this position. She was ugly, she knew that and accepted it, but she wanted to be looked at when fucked. Wanted the man to know he was fucking her and not imagining someone else. Tanner's hand on her back kept her pressed on the table, and it hurt her breasts as the curves and filigrees of her nipple piercings dug and threatened to cut through her skin. She pushed up, and Tanner grunted, his hands sliding to her hips to grip her there as he finished with a rough groan.
Carmen pushed him away as he collapsed on her and yanked her t-shirt down. Tanner sank on one of the chairs and panted, his cock hanging semi-hard between his legs. Carmen wrenched her shorts on, strode to him, and slapped him right in the face.
Tanner nearly fell off the chair. "What the fuck was that for?" He shot back angrily.
But Carmen was more pissed. "What the fuck was that? You know I don't like fucking that way!"
"Oh, I'm sorry for forgetting." Tanner snapped in a tone that conveyed otherwise. He jerked his shorts back up and glared at her. "We haven't fucked in so long I forgot."
"Sometimes you're shit at lying, Tanner."
Carmen refused to step aside when he shot to his feet, so his shoulder collided with her chest. She glared after him as he stalked.
"Don't you walk away from me. Don't you fucking walk away from me!"
"Really, Carmen?" Tanner turned around mockingly. "I figured since you do it so much it's time I know how fun it is for you."
"What's wrong with you? Why won't you talk to me?"
"Talk to you! How when you're always running away!"
She flushed, unable to deny it. Seeing that he'd made a dent, Tanner smirked.
