Jason’s muscles tighten, and his breathing quickens. “Carmen.”
“Hmm?”
“Let’s do this together.”
“Next time. Take one just for you.”
His deep groan makes me smile and has me deciding to sweeten the pot. I release my hold on his cock and turn him to face me, glancing up at him as I drop to my knees to take him into my mouth.
I love the shock that registers in his eyes, his sharp intake of breath, the rough grip on my hair and the way his entire body goes tense as I take him as deep as I can. The head of his cock nudges against my throat, and I swallow convulsively, drawing a shout of pleasure from him.
“Carmen,” he says, sounding desperate. “Babe . . . Fuck.”
Despite the warning I hear in his voice, I lick and suck gently, focused entirely on him and his pleasure.
In the second before he comes, his cock gets harder and bigger, which fascinates me. After years of not giving sex a thought, it’s all I seem to think about since he came into my life.
“Shit,” he whispers as he sags against the wall.
I lick my lips and stand on shaky legs.
He wraps his arms around me as his chest rises and falls rapidly.
“Was that okay?”
He laughs as he seems to fight for breath. “Ah yeah, you could say that. You wrecked me.”
As we stand there under the warm water, clinging to each other, I’m content in a way I haven’t been in years. It’s a feeling I want to hold on to with everything I’ve got, as I know now how fleeting such things can be. And when I feel his reawakened cock pressing against my belly, I laugh. “That didn’t take long.”
“He’s under your spell.” Jason shuts off the water, steps out of the shower and has a towel waiting for me when I follow him. He wraps it around me and nuzzles my neck, giving a gentle bite that electrifies me.
“Don’t leave any marks.” I can just imagine what my grandmothers would say if I showed up with love bites on my neck.
“I won’t. Don’t worry.” With his hands on my hips, he directs me toward the bedroom. On the way, the towel falls to the floor, and I find myself facedown on the bed. “Like this.” His hand slides from my back to my ass, which he’s mentioned a few times is the finest ass he’s ever seen. Any inhibitions I might’ve had about being naked in front of him quickly disappeared in the face of his desire for me.
I’ve always been conscious of what Tony once referred to as my extravagant curves. I’m not fat so much as “lush,” as Maria describes us both. I could stand to lose some weight, but I try to eat healthy, exercise when I feel like it and maintain a healthy body image. Although, this week, the only exercise I’ve gotten is in bed with Jason.
Next week, I tell myself as I wait to see what he has planned, I’ll get back on the treadmill, which is the one machine at the gym I can handle.
His lips land on the center of my back and work their way down. It takes him only seconds to have me quivering with desire and anticipation. He raises me to my knees and uses his tongue to intensify the quivering and the desire. I’m a trembling orgasmic mess of nerve endings on fire for him by the time he pushes into me from behind. Grasping my hips, he thrusts in deep before retreating almost completely and then repeating the whole thing again and again until I’m desperate to let go of the intense pressure that’s building like a steam engine about to burst from internal combustion.
When he grazes a fingertip over my clit, I explode, screaming from the release that rocks through me.
He’s right there with me, coming with a grunt and a moan that vibrates through the lips he’s pressed against my back.
We tumble onto the mattress, still joined as we ride the waves that follow epic release.
He mumbles all the Spanish words he practiced on me the other day, calling me every term of endearment he can think of as he caresses my breasts and belly.
I break out into goose bumps that make me shiver as much from the words as his tender touch.
Jason withdraws from me, disposes of the condom in a tissue and grabs the throw blanket from the end of my bed to cover us, keeping his body curved tightly around mine. “How you doing over there?”
“Very, very good. You?”
“Same. Very, very, very good.”
I reach for his hand, which is flat against my abdomen, and hold on tight to him, overwhelmed by everything that’s already happened while wondering where we’ll go from here.
CHAPTER 19
CARMEN
The news from the nurses on Saturday is good—Mateo is responding well to the antibiotics and doing much better.
Jason is visibly relieved after he gets that update.
We spend much of the day working on the PowerPoint presentation for the Miami-Dade board of directors, which includes testimonials from former patients as well as Jason’s colleagues in New York. His assistant came through with plenty of both, so we’ve got a lot to work with in addition to what we’ve done together here.
The NBC 6 story is included, along with the photos I took of him with patients at the clinic, playing dominoes in the park, eating at the bar at Giordino’s and sitting on Miami Beach.
“It’s really great, Carmen,” he says when we review it from the beginning.
“We had lots of good stuff to work with.” I glance at him, leaning over my shoulder to view the laptop screen. “I hope this helps you see that the scandal is only a tiny part of your story.”
“It does. I just hope the board sees that, too.”
“They will. How could they not?” I get up and stretch, my muscles protesting from spending hours at the computer, not to mention the hours in bed with him. “How do you feel about cigars?”
“Medical school ruined my enjoyment of many things, including cigars. We learned all about how unhealthy most of the best things really are.”
“That’s a drag.”
He smiles at my pun. “A huge drag. I’ll never look at cigars, booze, fried food or red meat the same way again. Why do you ask about cigars?”
“I want to take you to the Little Havana Cigar Factory. I thought you might find it fun to check out how they’re made.”
“That does sound fun. Can we have dinner at the restaurant after?”
“We’re going there for brunch tomorrow.”
“Is there a limit on the number of times we’re allowed to go there? I want to see your family again. I like them.”
“They like you, too. In fact, I’ve been getting texts from them asking when you’re coming back.”
He puts his arms around me and kisses me. “Are you ashamed of me, Rizo?”
“Of course not. Don’t be silly.”
“Then what’re you thinking?”
“I’m getting attached to you.” The words are out before I can take even a second to decide whether I should say them.
“I’m getting attached to you, too.”
“Are we setting ourselves up for disaster here?”
“Maybe, but disaster has never felt so good.” He kisses me again, and like always, the second his lips connect with mine, I lose myself in the magic we create together.
By the time we finally come up for air, I’ve forgotten what we were talking about. Oh. Right. Attachment . . .