“That invite probably came more from Rose than from Bill,” I joked, doing my best to lighten my mood.
“Do you want to go? We talked about going to the ruins.”
I nodded. “Let’s do it.”
I could put my feelings about my leaving on the back burner. There wasn’t anything I wanted to get in the way of us spending time together. I’d have to figure out how to make this work between us even once I returned home, crazy schedule and all, because I was not about to let Mia go.
Somewhere along the line, I determined that. She was mine.
CHAPTER11
Brutus
A week after our visit to the café, I rolled over in bed and wrapped my arm around Mia. I held her to me as she slept peacefully. I didn’t want this moment to end. But in less than two hours I would be heading to the airport.
Most mornings since that first night I spent beside her, the sunrays that streamed through the window blinds had been a welcomed sight. Not that morning. I resented the sun for ushering in another day.
This day.
The day that I would be forced to say good-bye to Mia. For now.
I was headed back to Williamsport. And she would stay on here in Tulum for another week, before trekking down to Colombia.
I had to admit, I was proud of her ambition. I knew her shop would be a success because of how dedicated to the process she was. But I hated that I couldn’t scoop her up and carry her ass on the plane home with me. No matter how badly I wanted to.
I lifted on my elbow, pushed the covers from over her body, and lightly trailed my hand over her back. She stirred a little but didn’t wake up.
I ran my finger over one of the moles on her back and then kissed it. Then another, and another.
“Six,” I murmured before kissing another one.
“What are you doing?” Mia’s groggy voice questioned.
“Counting the moles on your back.” I kissed one more. “Memorizing them all.” Another kiss.
Moaning, she tried to roll over.
I pressed my hand to her shoulder. “No,” I ordered. “I’m almost done.” I slid my body down to kiss the final mole that was directly above the swell of her ass. I parted her cheeks and licked and kissed all the way down to her puckered hole.
Mia gasped and groaned, her hips lifting to meet my mouth.
I moved my hand underneath her hips, to her core which was already wet. I sank my middle finger in to the knuckle, and Mia let out a long moan.
“It sounds like you’re ready for me, baby,” I teased with my lips brushing against her cheek.
“Please.”
“Shit. You know what it does to me when you beg.” I sat up on my knees and pulled her hips up to meet mine. I pushed into her from behind. A wave of shock coursed through me.
“You’re so fucking tight, Mia.”
My devilish woman took that as an opportunity to tighten her pussy muscles around my cock.
I hissed. “You’re going to pay for that,” I growled.
Wrapping my hand around her throat, I pulled her up to me, placing her back against my chest. I squeezed just enough to keep her from moving but not enough to cut off her air supply.
“Brutus,” she panted.
