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“Hold on,” Ramón murmured, giving me a kiss before going into the bathroom.
When he returned, he cleaned me up with a soft washcloth, then somehow stripped the bedding and remade it without really disturbing me. He just rolled my sleepy body from one side of the bed to the other. I was so zoned out, just a limp bag of unprotesting bones, and I couldn’t have cared less what he did with me. Euphoria wasn’t a strong enough word for this high. I could only sigh in complete relaxation when he finally turned off the lights, turned on the ocean sound machine, and pulled me next to him.
I cuddled against his big frame like we’d been doing it all our lives. Moving pillows around until I was comfortable, I couldn’t resist giving Ramón a little nuzzle and some tender kisses. His happy sigh made me smile in the dark, and as he covered us up and stroked my body, I drifted off in the safety of his adoring arms.
It was late at night when I stirred again. After bumbling around in the dark then answering the call of nature, I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror in equal parts horror and amusement.
I had hickies all over my breasts.
While I’d known he was biting and sucking at my breasts with the reverence of a true tit man, I hadn’t realized at the time how rough he’d been.
How absolutely, deliciously rough. I had beard burn on my inner thighs, and my body still bore signs of the beating I’d had mere days ago. For a moment I tensed, waiting for a surge of panic at the brutal memories, but the knowledge that Ramón was in the other room helped me to relax. Even my paranoia couldn’t argue with the fact that Ramón was all kinds of badass. He reeked testosterone and his pheromones were strong enough to make any woman putty in his hands.
With a sigh, I took a moment to brush my teeth, and was in the process of drying my mouth when Ramón appeared behind me in the mirror, nude and aroused.
I was reminded of my own naked state when he rubbed his cock against my back, our height difference making me stand on my tiptoes to try and get that dick where I wanted it.
When he moved my hair over to the side and began to kiss my neck, I shivered.
“You look so beautiful right now,” he gave my speeding pulse another kiss as tingles spread through me like wildfire. “I’m so fucking lucky you’re mine.”
I manage to gather myself enough to say, “You’re darn right you are. I wanted to leave, but your mom wouldn’t let me!”
“She wouldn’t let you?”
“No.” I pushed back at him. “She got me a massage, then made this lovely dinner and special dessert for me. It would have been rude to leave.”
I burst of hot air brushed my neck as Ramón snorted. “Were there handcuffs involved?”
“No! But I wanted to leave after that shit with Fernando. I really did, but somehow after talking to her, I found myself taking a nap, then getting rubbed down by some big woman with the best hands I’ve ever felt in my life.”
To my amusement he got angry. “Were her hands better than mine?”
“You moron.” I elbowed him in the stomach and met his stormy gaze in the mirror with a giggle. “She was like your mom’s age.”
Right away, he mellowed. “That’s fine then.”
I tried to squirm out of his grasp. “So glad I have your approval.”
He took a step back, then grabbed a towel and spread it on the countertop before picking me up like a little doll and seating me on the counter so he could stand between my legs, his cock nestled against my pussy and belly.
“No man gets to touch you.”
I wiggled my hips. “No woman gets to touch you.”
He rubbed his nose against mine with a content hum. I inhaled the scent of him, his naked body too tempting to resist. I ran my hands over his hard shoulders, tracing the hollow of his collarbone, then placed a kiss over his heart. I spent a moment there, with my head pressed to his chest, listening to it beat. The sound, the heat of him, soothed me. When he pulled me close into a hug, I let myself absorb some of his endless strength. It had been a long, trying day, after a series of trying days, and I was both physically and mentally exhausted.
“Fernando is suicidal,” I whispered, my voice carrying oddly in the large bathroom.
“I know,” Ramón whispered back, grief thick in his voice. “I need to tell you something. It is very, very important that you realize what I’m about to share is something you can never tell anyone, or talk about with anyone outside of my family. I need your word, Joy.”
