Cupping her tush, he carried her back through the barn doors, tumbled her onto the bed and followed her down. Panting with eagerness, he pulled off her clothes and his. His chest heaved as he knelt between her thighs and rolled on a condom.
Then he was there, thrusting fast, lifting her off the mattress. “Come for me.”
His husky command sent her over the edge. Crying out, she arched into him. The rolling waves of her climax swept away her inhibitions and unleashed a string of her favorite Spanish swear words.
With a bellow of triumph, he drove home one more time. The pulse of his climax blended with the sweet aftershocks of hers. She held on tight, absorbing the shudders of his body, basking in the heat of his gaze.
As his breathing slowed, a smile tilted the corners of his mouth. “Extensive vocabulary, lady.”
“Ah, but you don’t know what I said.”
“Ah, but I do. I work construction.”
Her cheeks heated. “Oh.”
“I liked it.” He leaned down and kissed her hot cheeks. “Sounded like you were having fun.”
“So much fun.”
“Dinner will be cold.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “I don’t have a microwave.”
“We’ll pretend the soup’s gazpacho.”
“That’s funny. What about the sandwiches?”
“We’ll cut them into strips for dipping in the gazpacho. I’d also like to add that parmesan before we eat the soup.”
“Then I’ll meet you in the kitchen.” Easing away, he left the bed.
Watching him go would never get old. She allowed herself to ogle, but once he was out of sight she located her sweater and the sweats he’d loaned her. Because they had cuffs and a drawstring, she’d made them work.
She couldn’t imagine why he found them sexy, though. Then again, she enjoyed looking at him in sweats, especially because she knew what was underneath.
Dressing took no time whatsoever. Walking barefoot into the kitchen, she washed her hands, opened the parmesan and sprinkled some in each bowl. Then she sliced the sandwiches into finger-sized strips. As she carried everything over to the island, he came through the barn doors and walked toward her.
Her pulse hammered and her breath caught. They’d just had an explosive episode and yet her body didn’t think that was enough. One glance at his manly self and the insistent ache began all over again.
“You probably shouldn’t look at me like that or we won’t ever have this dinner.” His words were teasing but the gleam in his eyes said he wasn’t. A word from her and they’d be back in his bedroom.
She gulped. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’ve never been like this.”
“Neither have I.” He braced his hands on the other side of the island, as if deliberately keeping the structure between them. “It’s wonderful… and scary.”
“Maybe it’s because we kept the lid on for so many months.”
“Maybe.” Emotion flickered in his eyes. Then he pushed away from the island. “We didn’t settle on drinks.”
“Cerveza, por favor.”
“That works for me, too. Have a seat. I’ll get us a couple of bottles.” He rounded the island and headed for the fridge. “Want a glass?”
“Don’t need one. But thanks for asking.” She slid onto a stool, her back to him, all her senses tuned to the clink of the bottles, the thump of the refrigerator door, the whisper of his bare feet on the wood floor, the sound of his breathing.
“I didn’t really need to ask.” He took the stool next to her, twisted off the cap on the beer and handed it over. “I knew the answer. You like drinking from the bottle.”
“So do you. And your limit is two.”
He smiled. “And your limit is flexible.” He twisted the cap off his bottle and took a sip.
