“Mi amor.” Her soft voice tickled his ear as she slid her arms around him from behind and pressed her warm body against his back, his glutes, his thighs. “Te amo. Te amo mucho.”
With a groan, he turned in her arms and gathered her close. He didn’t have to ask what she’d said or why she’d left the couch and embraced him that way. He knew.
Gazing into the velvet brown of her eyes, he fought against breaking down. “Te amo, mi amor.” He forced the words through his tight throat. He sounded like he had a bad cold. “Te amo mucho.”
She wiggled against him. “Amame.”
He read the meaning in the flush on her cheeks, the intensity in her eyes and the rapid beat of her heart that thumped so hard he could feel it against his chest. No language barrier, there.
But to be sure he understood, she dangled a condom in front of his face. She must’ve fished it out of his sweats pocket.
He snorted, and suddenly he was laughing so hard she had to help him open the foil package. This woman. She made him feel all the things, whether he wanted to or not.
Still laughing, he lowered her to the couch. Or maybe she got there herself and dragged him down. He lost track, but somehow he ended up in her arms and his delighted cock proceeded to have the time of its life.
He paid no attention to the fireplace. He was too busy watching pleasure light her up, too busy controlling his climax so he could give her two of them. Amame. What a beautiful word.
So many beautiful words. He would learn them all. Maybe this week.
Then she tightened around his cock for the second time. He let out a cry of pure joy as he jumped into the swirl of bliss with her, holding on as he called out her name over and over and over. Mila, Mila, Mila. Incredible Mila. The woman who loved him, scars and all.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Mila had figured leaving Cole in the morning would be a challenge, but she’d underestimated how much she’d want to stay. The loft had never felt cozier and Cole had never looked more appealing. It didn’t help that he didn’t want her to go, either.
Her duffle sat beside the door, ready for her to stash it in her truck since she didn’t want to alert Claudie until later in the day. She was dressed in jeans and a warm sweater for her ride. All she had to do was walk out.
Instead she dawdled at the kitchen island drinking yet another cup of coffee and eating zucchini bread. Breakfast was essentially over, but they’d bought a loaf of it when they’d picked out the cupcakes and it tasted perfect with coffee.
She accepted the freshly cut slice he held her way. “At this rate we’ll go through the whole thing.”
“It’s made from a veggie. It’s good for you.”
“Not that good. It’s loaded with sugar.”
“So are you and you’re great for me.” He leaned over and kissed her cheek.
She gave him a gentle shove. “Don’t start or I’ll never go.”
“So don’t go. Nobody’s expecting you, are they?”
“No. Not even Claudie. She thinks I’m coming back tomorrow.”
“Then do that and take your ride tomorrow, too. The snow will still be nice.”
She shook her head. “We need all of tomorrow and the next day to make sure we get the fudge done and packaged up. Today’s the right time for a ride.”
“What if you get everything sorted out early? Then what?”
“I was thinking I’d pay a visit to the Dazzling Damsels. I usually try to do that every week or so, but now it’s been at least three since I dropped in for afternoon tea.”
“Then maybe I’ll take Adam up on that poker game.”
“What poker game?”
“Tracy’s spending the day with her folks and Jordie’s going over to your mom’s to collect some baby stuff she’s been saving, so Adam and Luis decided to get up a game. I told him I couldn’t make it, but I guess I can.”
“You’ll have fun.”
