“For future reference, it always is.”
“Is that an invitation?”
“Absolutely.” The air was so cold it made his eyelids hurt, but inside he was a furnace of desperation.
Gasping from effort and excitement, sending out puffs of condensed air like the little train in the storybook, he stayed right behind her. Almost there.
Two steps left. One step — and she stumbled, slamming into him.
“Ayiyi! Sorry!”
“I’ve gotcha.” He’d almost gone down, but somehow he’d defied the law of physics, caught her and held on. His body served as a temporary barricade against what would be a devastating fall.
Unfortunately his boots had slid on impact and his heels hung out over thin air. He couldn’t balance on the balls of his feet for long. If they tumbled the length of these metal stairs….
Good thing he’d ended up with his mouth conveniently next to her ear. “Get your feet under you.”
“Dios, that feels sexy.”
“Hurry up before we both head for the bottom.”
“Si, si.” Grabbing the railing with both hands, she righted herself and planted her feet on the last step. “Gracias, mi amor.”
He dragged in a breath. “Hearing you say that was almost worth the terror of the moment.”
“You were terrified?” She made it onto the landing and reached for the door. “You didn’t sound terrified.”
“My boots slipped when I caught you. We almost?—”
“But you saved us.” She clutched the front of his jacket and pulled him through the open door.
“Thank God.” Shoving the door closed, he wrapped her in his arms, coat and all. “Thank God.” He captured her mouth with no thought as to what was supposed to come next. He only knew he needed this kiss more than he needed air.
Clothes started coming off as they shuffled their way into the bedroom, but every time he momentarily lost contact with her mouth, he immediately reconnected. He kept kissing her even as he rolled on the condom he’d left lying within reach on the bedside table.
Finally, just before he sank his demanding cock into her sweet warmth, he lifted his head and gazed down at this woman he was privileged to have lying beneath him. “I’m so glad you’re here.”
The glow in her brown eyes softened and she cupped his face in both hands. “So am I, mi amor. So am I.”
Leaning down, he kissed her again, gently this time as he lowered his hips and accepted the gift she offered. His heart stuttered as he pushed deeper.
The earthy scent of her arousal filled his nostrils. The sound of her rapid breathing was the only one that mattered.
His chest tingled as he surged forward and brushed over her taut nipples. Her arms tightened around him and her fingers pressed into his back.
As the tip of his cock touched her womb, he paused to absorb, the moment, the miracle of loving Mila. He shook with eagerness, yet homage must be paid to this blessing.
Then it began, his heart creating a drumbeat of celebration, of recognition, of certainty… this is it, this is it, this is it. He began to stroke in time with that rhythm. He slowly ended the kiss so he could look at her.
The truth was there, shining in her eyes, glowing on her cheeks. She felt it, too. They’d been given a once-in-a-lifetime chance. It was theirs to enjoy. Or destroy.
He didn’t know which way it would go, but right now, making love to her, his world was sprinkled with stardust. Wrapped in her arms, joined with her in this intimate dance, he’d never been so sure that he was exactly where he was supposed to be.
As her body quickened beneath him, as her eyes and her breathing told him all he needed to know, he loved her instinctively, following her unspoken cues. She rose to meet him, slid her hands to his hips to urge him on.
Her gasps of pleasure and delight filled him with joy. When her cries became more urgent, he moved faster. They rode the whirlwind, spinning out of control together, laughing and shouting like kids on a rollercoaster.
Bliss.
