before she had time to think.
Right now she was flushed and satisfied. A lazy smile curved her lips and her eyes sparkled with a hazy satisfaction. But he was pretty sure that once her brain started firing again she’d try to bolt. And no way was he going to let that happen.
***
Ric carried her over to the bed. Carried her.
A primeval thrill fizzed in her blood. She was in good shape for her age but she was not a lightweight. His biceps bulged as he strode toward the king sized bed but he wasn’t struggling at all.
He held her with one arm and yanked the sheets down the bed. Then he knelt on one knee and placed her gently on the cool, high thread count cotton.
She was wrapped around his torso like an octopus. Suddenly she realized that when she let go, he’d be able to see her in all her forty-five year old glory. With her not quite as tight skin, breasts that weren’t quite as perky as in her twenties, and the faint ripples of stretch marks on her tummy from Jess. A mother’s badge of honor but definitely not sexy.
He started to back away and she held on tight. Fortunately he misinterpreted her tight snug hold. “I’m just going to get more condoms.”
Thank God he was prepared. She certainly hadn’t planned to have sex when she’d come to Vegas for Jack and Bliss’s wedding.
He brushed a lock of hair from her cheek and she forced herself to smile and pretend that she wasn’t totally embarrassed about being naked in front of a stranger. As if he understood, his gaze hadn’t left her face. He stared at her for another minute, tracing her features, before he headed to the bathroom. The ambient light from the open bathroom door accented the play of his glutes as he moved with unselfconscious grace.
She couldn’t help it. She pulled the sheets up and over her breasts. She knew she looked pretty good for her age, but she certainly didn’t look anything like the bar bunnies who had been hanging on him earlier tonight.
Her brain started working overtime. What was she doing here? This was madness. She was a mother of four adult children. Even if they weren’t all biologically hers. She shouldn’t have engaged in a random hook up in a bar.
Her breath shortened. Worry and shame tightened her lungs. Her fingers curled around the sheet as she contemplated throwing it off and making a grab for her clothes.
He tossed three condoms on the nightstand. Three. Condoms.
Her insecurity built. The pressure, the worry that she couldn’t give him what he wanted, what she wanted, hit her. And she couldn’t draw in precious air.
Then Ric was there. “ Cariña , take a deep breath.”
She realized he was right. She was practically hyperventilating.
He was gorgeous. Lean muscled strength, a smattering of dark hair dusted his pectorals and arrowed down to his hardening erection.
The sight of all that masculinity, the thick purple head of his cock, kissed with a glistening drop of arousal was stunning. His cock bobbed showcasing the V of his muscles, his thighs bunched and flexed as he crawled over her. His body was awe inspiring, but what had her breath slowing and her heartbeat calming, was the intent, intense look in his glittering dark eyes. He wanted her .
Why, she had no idea.
“Breathe,” he commanded.
He knelt on one knee, curled his palm around her nape and kissed her. His lips were warm and firm. He invaded her mouth with his tongue in a confident, aggressive move.
She loosened her death grip on the sheet and stroked the warm tensile strength of his biceps. She waited for him to lower over her. It was hard to miss what you rarely had but she still trembled in anticipation of his bigger, harder body covering hers. Inside hers.
The musky scent of sex permeated the warm air surrounding them, wrapped them in a sensual blanket of heat and lust. “I can’t wait to taste all of you.” Her body responded to his words as if he’d licked all those places he couldn’t wait to touch.
Ric gently