by M.J. Kane
“Let me guess, she’s the woman you blew off the night you put Chloe’s crib together.” I gave him the side eye.
He looked me dead on. “Yes.”
“You gave her up to sit with a pregnant woman and watch birthin’ shows on TV?” This time my eyebrows rose.
The woman was gorgeous, making me envious of her raven black hair and hourglass figure. They shared the same heritage. What was it he saw in me and not her?
It was obvious they had had a sexual relationship. After the way he took his time pleasing me and we hadn’t had full blown sex, I could only imagine what the complete Antonio Rodriguez experience must be like. She must be desperate to be with him again.
My body tingled with the memory of Antonio’s mouth on my belly. So was I.
“Yes.” His gaze didn’t waver.
“What is wrong with you?”
His eyes narrowed. “Nothing’s wrong with me. I prefer your company.”
“Okay, then what’s wrong with her?” Maybe there was some hidden deformity underneath the short, red, skin-tight number hugging her hourglass figure.
Her outfit put my short, strapless, yellow, baby doll number to shame.
“We grew apart, Kaity.”
“Apparently she didn’t get the memo,” I mumbled.
Antonio sighed. “She told me to call her when I was ready to get back together.” He shrugged. “I didn’t want to.”
“You didn’t tell her that either.” Now it made sense.
His gaze stayed on me. “I got caught up by a woman who took my breath away.”
I forced myself to meet his stare and ignore the way his words made me feel. “Do you want her?”
“No.” Antonio didn’t hesitate with his response.
I tilted my head, studied the light red spot on the side of his face, then touched it lightly. “She’s really pissed at you. Why didn’t you call?”
“Because I can’t give her what she wants. You see what kind of temper she has. It wasn’t worth the time.”
I pulled my hand away. “What does she want?”
Antonio seized my hand, ran his thumb over my wrist. “It’s not important.” He held our linked fingers up for me to see. “What we have between us is good. I’m happy with my decision.”
I shivered as his thumb slid softly over my wrist. “What exactly do we have, Antonio?”
He kissed the back of my hand. “How about we spend the rest of the evening finding out?”
****
“Wait, don’t get out yet.”
Antonio rounded the front of his truck, opened my door, and handed me his key ring. The moment my feet touched the running board, he swooped me into his arms.
“Whoa!” I laughed, clutching my shoes to my chest. One arm went around his neck. “What are you doin’?”
“Protecting your feet. You said they were still hurting. I don’t want you walking in bare feet across the parking lot.” He smiled. “Besides, what do you weigh, one hundred and twenty pounds?”
“Like I’m tellin’.”
He chuckled, nuzzled my neck. “I like the way you feel in my arms.”
I sighed; me too.
We made our way to his apartment. I realized this was going to be the first time I’d come here. He always seemed to be at my place.
Antonio turned so I could unlock the door. Once inside, he kicked the door shut, then put me down in the foyer. The only illumination came from what appeared to be light above the stove in the kitchen.
“Where’s the light─” My words were cut off by a kiss that melted me to the wall.
Antonio slid his arms around my waist and pulled my pelvis against his. “We don’t need light, Corazon,” He changed the angle of his head, exploring my mouth with a sense of urgency.
I succumbed to his touch, absorbing the heat of his kiss, and weight of his body pressing me against the wall.
His lips left mine and traveled to my throat. A moan escaped as I found the strength to dig my fingers into the thick waves of his jet black hair.
“Mmm…you smell good. I’ve wanted you out of this sexy dress all night.” To demonstrate, his hands slid low, raised the hem, and caressed my thighs.
“You think this dress is sexy?” I couldn’t help asking after seeing his ex in that flaming red number.
“Sí, estas muy sexy con ese vestido.” His lips went to my naked shoulder. “It leaves just enough for the imagination. Fantasizing makes discovery much more exciting.”
Cool air tickled my hips as he raised the dress higher, stopping at my waist.
“Hmm… what’s this?” He straightened, eyes on me, filled with lust. He gripped my butt with both hands and squeezed. “Is this a thong?” He slipped around to explore the front of my panties.
My head rested against the wall as I closed my eyes and gasped; the man had magic fingers. “It’s black lace. I hope you like it…”
The butterfly strokes ceased as he hooked his fingers into the top of my panties and slowly pulled them down. “I like...” His words were punctuated with a slide of his lips along my collar bone.
I braced myself against the wall as Antonio got down on his knees and freed me from the small square of fabric. Oh yeah, these were nothing like the panties he watched me fold at the laundromat.
That seemed like another lifetime...
“Turn around.” His command was nearly a growl.
I did, placing my hands on the wall. My breath caught as fingers, lips, and tongue traveled up the backs of my legs and disappeared beneath the bunched up hem of my dress.
Just when my body felt it would catch fire from his ministrations, he stood.
“Let’s take this off.” He slid the zipper down and my dress became a yellow mass on the floor. The only article of clothing left was my black strapless bra.
Antonio ran his fingers over my shoulders and down the middle of my back. “Where’s the clasp?”
“In the front,” I managed, trying not to sound desperate for an orgasm.
He drew me against his fully clothed body. His fingers slipped to the front of my bra. It fell apart like liquid into his hands.
Antonio fondled my sensitive nipples and nipped my ear with his teeth. “We’re going to make love right here. When I come home, I’m going to think about you…” He kissed my shoulder and turned me to face him. His eyes were heavy with passion. “Every time I leave, I’m going to remember what it feels like to be deep inside you…” He pulled my hands to the buttons of his shirt. “Undress me.”
My fingers trembled. Where did this nervousness come from? Technically this wasn’t our first time. He had seen me naked, kissed, touched, and tasted every part of me. Yet Antonio made me feel as if it was the first time. His words, his expression, his eyes… his actions were of a man wanting more than sex and willing to give without question.
Where did that leave me besides being horny?
The time spent in my bed should have me wanting nothing but another round of sexual satisfaction. Instead, I was scared because of my feelings for him, there was no doubt we both cared for one another and wanted this.
What would happen once our desires were fulfilled?
It wasn’t just me anymore. There was Chloe to think about. Regardless of my happiness, she needed stability. Antonio cared for her, but she wasn’t his responsibility.
What if things ended between us? He wouldn’t just be walking away from me. God, now I was overthinking the matter. It wasn’t like Chloe would remember him if he did; she’s just a baby.
“What’s wrong?” Antonio’s brow creased as he held my shaky hands.
I realized I’d undone the buttons of his shirt, but it was still on his shoulders. “I’m just…oh God…” Was I about to screw things up?
“Talk to me, what’s wrong?” He cupped my face in his hands, lifting my eyes to his. A tear fell. He wiped it with his thumb.
“What if you don’t want me aft
er this?” I closed my eyes, not wanting to see his irritation. I was naked in his foyer and he had a raging hard on. Instead of taking advantage of the situation, I questioned everything. What was wrong with me?
“Mi vida, look at me,” His voice was gentle. “Te amo, Kaity… I love you, I’m not going anywhere.”
I searched his face for the lie. His eyes held nothing but honesty.
“You love me?” I stammered while another unwanted tear fell.
“Sí, I fell in love a long time ago. You just weren’t ready to know it.” He kissed me. “Let me show you how I feel…” He kissed me, reached into his back pocket, and took a condom out of his wallet. “I came prepared this time. There’s a box in my bedroom. I plan on making the most of our time together. ”
A laughed escaped as I wiped my eyes.
He stuck it between his teeth, removed the rest of his clothing, then ripped the foil open.
My heavy lidded gaze followed his hands as he slipped it on. “Holy cow…” I’d never seen a more gorgeous specimen of the male anatomy. Was that even possible?
“Like what you see?”
I nodded, not wanting my original thought to slip out. “Never thought I’d see one again.” Mental head slap. As if that was any better.
Antonio stepped forward, pulled my hands around his neck. “You’re going to do more than see it…”
The next thing I knew, he palmed my ass and lifted me off the ground. Then he was inside. I think we both gasped, though mine was more of a long, loud moan of appreciation. Damn, he felt good.
“Hold on,” he grunted.
My back pressed against the wall, I wrapped my legs around his waist and tightened my grip on his neck. After a few slow slides, Antonio found his rhythm, raised me higher and slammed me down at the same time he thrust up.
“Oh shit!” The words flew out of my mouth before I could stop them.
“You like that? Want more?” he panted.
Was he kidding? “For the love of God, don’t stop!”
Antonio aimed to please. My head hit the wall as I bucked; clenching every muscle, holding him tight inside of me. A hot trail of mouth and tongue grazed the skin of my neck and top of my breasts.
Sex standing up was new for me; trying to match his movements impossible. I gave up and hung on, enjoyed everything he gave, vowing to give it back to him the moment I could.
“Hold on…” His movements ceased as he adjusted his hold.
The wall no longer behind my back, I gasped at the sensation of him moving inside me as he carried me further into his apartment.
My butt hit a smooth surface in the dark. I let go of Antonio with one hand and felt a long, hard, flat surface beneath me. A table?
“Lay back, I’ve got you.”
The cool surface was ice against my heated skin, awakening every nerve in my body.
Antonio unlocked my legs from his hips and repositioned them, giving him full access to my body.
And that is when the private party really got started.
Chapter 30
“Yes, yes, yes, yes! Antonio Rodriguez, don’t stop!”
I slowed for a moment and peered down at the sex starved woman beneath me. Stopping was not about to happen, but tease her? Oh yeah.
One of Kaitlyn’s slender legs rested on my shoulder, the other was wrapped around my waist. When massaging her feet, I realized she liked having her ankles touched. The way she sighed when I ran my hands up her calf muscles while in the foyer proved to be an aphrodisiac, too.
I forced myself to remain still.
“Antonio…”
“Yes, Corazon?”
“Don’t play with me…” The demand was more of a plea.
My attention went to the leg on my shoulder. “Who’s playing?” I kissed her calf while a slow slide of fingers explored the length. Kaitlyn was smooth and soft in all the right places.
“I can’t hold out anymore…now, please …” Kaitlyn gripped the table’s edge, rocking her hips.
I remained still, absorbing it all. Damn….I could do this forever.
“I’ve got you…” My fingers traveled down the inside of her thigh where our bodies joined. She jacked up from the table.
“Antonio…”
I lost all sense of control and gave into both our needs. Kaitlyn came and I followed.
We panted as if we’d run a marathon. My head fell between the juncture of her breasts. That was the first orgasm in months, well, a real one anyway. The morning after being in her bed, between her thighs, had me relieving myself at the memory. That was nothing like experiencing the real thing.
I kissed each of her breasts, then rested my hands on either side of her body. Her eyes were closed, mouth parted. “Was it good for you, too?” I wagged my eyebrows.
Kaitlyn burst out laughing and covered her eyes with both hands. “Good is an understatement. I think I saw the Milky Way.”
I laughed, leaned down for a kiss, then assisted her as she sat up. We looked at each other. Her goofy grin was a reflection of my own.
She bit her lower lip, then pulled me in for a kiss. “We’ll have to do that again,” she whispered against my mouth.
I smiled. “You don’t even have to ask.”
She pulled away, peered over my shoulder into the dark. “Where are we?”
“The dining room.” I pulled away, hating the physical separation, and reached for the light switch.
Kaitlyn blinked as the light over the table assaulted her eyes while looking around. “Not bad.”
“Hey, it’s a bachelor pad, don’t knock it.” I followed her line of sight as she took in the bare walls. “Decorating has never been on my to-do list.”
I held her hand as she slid off the table and walked around the space, taking in the living room, walking towards the balcony. The moonlight streamed in, illuminating her body. She was sexy, like an angel sent down just for me.
She glanced over her shoulder. “Nice view.”
I shook my head at her mocking joke. “The courtyard is where the action is.”
She walked towards me. “Where is the bathroom?”
“Past the kitchen, in my bedroom.”
Kaitlyn winked and headed in that direction. I watched as she disappeared behind the closed door.
I bought candles and condoms during my last trip to the store. I dug into my night stand and grabbed the lighter. The room illuminated, I pulled the covers back, lay down, and waited for her to come out of the bathroom.
Kaitlyn Rodgers was naked and about to be in my bed. Correction, I just made love to Kaitlyn Rodgers in my foyer and on my table. It was something we both wanted, what we needed.
The question was exactly where we would go from here.
My mind was made up. After coming to terms months ago with my feelings, I had no problem admitting it. Now that she knew, would she be ready to reciprocate? I closed my eyes, and put my hands behind my head.
Maybe, maybe not. I needed to be patient and wait for her to decide where things went from here.
The bathroom door opened and Kaitlyn emerged, her gaze checking out the candlelit room.
“Wow, I never would have thought of you as a candle man.”
I looked around my room. “This is for ambience. I prefer plug in’s.”
She laughed and climbed onto the bed, resting on her knees, surveying the landscape that was me. When our eyes met there was nothing else to say. She eased on top of me, leaned in, and we kissed. All conversation ceased.
After seven months of talking, it was time our bodies did a majority of the communicating.
****
We lay in bed, Kaitlyn’s back pressed to my front. The loose strands of her pinned up hair fell across her shoulders. I reached out, twisted it in my fingers. Keeping my hands out of it when we made love was easier said than done, especially when she was on top. She said her mission was to repay me for all the pleasure I gave her. She
didn’t disappoint. But unfortunately her hair was a disaster.
She sat up to take the pins down, untwisting the long pinned strands.
“Let me help.” I sat up behind her, studied the complexity of the hairdo, then joined in pulling out the pins. She laughed. “Hey, there’s nothing gay about this.”
To that she really laughed. “Believe me, gay and Antonio Rodriguez don’t even go in the same sentence. I don’t understand why you didn’t stop talkin’ to me when I asked. That was so stupid.”
I chuckled. “Love will make us do strange things.”
She only smiled.
I pulled another pin and untangled the twisted length, letting my fingers run through it. “Your hair reminds me of my mother.”
She twisted around to face me. “Your mother didn’t have blond hair in the picture.”
“She didn’t. It reminds me of time spent with her in the kitchen. Every week she’d go to the market and buy fresh ears of yellow corn. It was my job to shuck it. Your hair just reminds me of it. It’s a good memory.”
Her smile went soft. “Wow, I never thought my hair would remind someone of corn.”
“You must think I’m crazy.” I untangled another lock.
Kaitlyn faced me. “Not at all. You are a man who loves his family and would do anythin’ for them.”
“I feel the same way about you… and Chloe.”
Kaitlyn’s eyes drifted down and settled on her hands.
I tilted her head up. “I’m sorry if the way I feel scares you.” Her eyes grew bigger. “You’ve been through a lot and you have Chloe to think about. I also know you care for me. I won’t say love because it’s a strong word with an equally powerful emotion. I want to hear you say it, but not until you’re ready.” I kissed her before she could reply. “By the way, I’ve got something for you.”
I moved from the bed and walked to my dresser to retrieve the box hidden in a drawer. The expression on Kaitlyn’s face made me pause. “It’s not a ring.” She seemed to settle a bit. I sat next to her, opened the box, and displayed a gold chain and cross. “I know it’s simple and doesn’t have diamonds or anything, but I wanted to give you something. This represents my desire to love and protect you and Chloe with all my heart and with everything I have. Please accept this and know there are no strings attached, no expectations.” I studied her face. Shock and something else I couldn’t exactly put my finger on, crossed her face. “Will you accept this?”