AllFreeNovel
Share Us
He sighed and sat up. Carmen looked away from his bare chest and golden hairs scattered on it. The blanket puddled at his trim waist.
"Can't sleep either?"
She looked at her feet, then at him. "I'm so sorry."
"God, fuck, Carmen," Ramiro said impatiently. "I told you none of it is your fault."
She nodded and turned to go.
"You woke me up and now you're just leaving?"
"I have milk." She said, not knowing what else to say.
Ramiro's eyes burned at the sight of her tits before drawling, "Well, if you're offering, bring it over here."
Carmen took the mug and went to him. Ramiro watched her put it on the bedside table, but his hand caught her by the wrist when she turned to go.
"Where are you going?"
"Ramiro, I'm not . . . I'm not really dressed." She was blushing heavily.
He rolled his eyes and released her hand so he could get the milk. "I've already seen you naked, minx. There's no point of hiding yourself from me. Don't leave." He suddenly begged, taking a sip of the milk. Then another. "Fuck, that's good. Sit down, Carmen. No. Not at the foot of the bed. Next to me."
Seeing her dubious stare, he held up his hands.
"I promise I will not take advantage. No matter how tempting you look."
"Tempting." She had to laugh. "Right."
So she sat down. To her surprise, Ramiro put the blanket around her, handing her the mug. "What are you doing?" She demanded
.
"It's cold." He nodded pointedly at her nipples. He grinned. "You want me to warm them up for you?"
"Ramiro." She warned him, hating how taut her body became at his offer.
"Just kidding. Try some of that milk. It's good. What's in it?" He lay back down, turning to look up at her.
"Cinnamon," she added. "I like the smell."
"Finish it," he urged her.
"I should go back - "
"Stay." At her stunned look, he repeated it: "Stay, Carmen. I need my friend."
She knew he didn't desire her, but it just felt wrong in light of what had just happened with Tanner. Yet her body refused to budge an inch away from Ramiro. Instead, it lay down on the futon. It was a tight fit, but after some shifting and turning, their tall, broad forms fit snugly. Carmen put the mug on the nightstand and turned off the light.
"Just for tonight," she told him, her eyes looking at him though she couldn't see him in the dark. But she felt the warmth of his body, the rough hairs of his legs as they tickled her bare ones. She turned on her side, her back against his chest.
Ramiro's voice sounded hollow. "Only tonight."
He put his arm around her waist. Carmen closed her eyes as he kissed her on the forehead.
Moved by his gesture, she whispered, "I believe in you, Ramiro. Always."
Then she dreamed of mighty roars that reached right into her heart.
