“I’m yours, Abby. If you’ll have me,” Carlos says softly, looking directly into my eyes. “Be my girlfriend, Abby.”
This time, he opens the window of his soul to me. I can see all the things he can’t express in his eyes, everything he can’t say is there clear as day.
This moment will forever remain in my heart.
“Yes, Carlos,” I say, nodding my head gently. Carlos smiles, and I smile back at him through my tears.
Abby
“I’ve waited so long for the day I make love to you as my woman.”
His deep calm voice seems to tease my heightened senses. My eyes flutter closed as he moves to stand behind me, barely touching me.
His large frame crowds mine, intimidating yet comforting at the same time as he stands behind me. His scent engulfs me, teasing my senses to no end. I can almost feel the intense hunger radiating from him, inciting my lust for him.
I close my eyes and tilt my head a little, almost unable to bear the churning lust coursing through my entire body. I want him so badly I ache in my core.
“God, you are so damn sexy,” Carlos murmurs seductively, lowering his head down to my neck. His breath teases the sensitive skin at the base of my neck. One of his hands sneaks around my waist, pressing me flush against him. I can feel his arousal, pressing hard against my ass.
“Turn around, darling,” Carlos murmurs in my ear, his breath hot against my flushed skin. I raise my eyes to him, taking in the beautiful angles of his face.
His profound dark eyes hold me a prisoner to his passion.
I can’t look away for the life of me.
Yet, even at this moment, I still can’t believe this amazing man is all mine. I must have saved the world in my previous life to find such precious luck.
“Kiss me, Abby,” Carlos says, his voice unnaturally hoarse. He raises a hand to my face, his fingers gently skimming across my right cheek. He tucks my hair behind my ear and splays his fingers on the area between my cheek and neck. “Kiss me like you’ve always wanted to. I’m all yours.”
I swipe my tongue quickly over my dry lips, panting softly.
I rise on my tiptoes and place my lips gently on his. Carlos groans deeply and captures my lips passionately with his. I let out a soft moan, reveling in the soft firmness of his lips.
His lips press down further on mine, the gentle pressure a pleasurable torment. I sigh longingly and melt helplessly into him as his tongue invades my mouth, taunting me in slow, dragging licks. His kiss has the right mix of confidence and aggressiveness, just enough to make heat pool between my legs.
I weave my hands into his hair, enjoying the luxurious feel of the rich stands between my fingers. I put gentle pressure on his skull, clumsily directing his mouth over mine. Carlos lets out a deep sexy sound and ravenously intertwines his tongue with mine.
His heart rages wildly against my chest, reassuring me that I’m not alone in this feverish desire.
His hands slide down my back to cup my ass cheek. “God, that ass...,” Carlos murmurs gruffly against my lips. He squeezes my ass gently, drawing a throaty moan of desire from my lips.
I’ve never been so achingly aware of a man as I am in this moment of Carlos. His body is pressed against mine. Hot. Hard. I press myself into him, kissing him back as if my life depends on it.
My skin burns hot yet feels damp.
All my senses are heightened, and everything feels surreal. My breasts grow heavy and more tender with each passing second. I rub myself against him, enjoying the sharp sensations shooting through my nipples at the contact. My heart is pounding like crazy, and my head feels fuzzy. My clit throbs in anticipation.
Carlos half carries me up the stairs and toward his large king-sized bed. I’m distinctly aware of my back hitting the bed, without breaking the kiss. He climbs over me, supporting his weight with one of his arms firmly planted on the bed beside my head while he uses his other hand to push up my right knee so that my dress slides down and bunches up at my stomach. His hand slides slowly up my naked thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
He takes his mouth off mine, and I immediately miss the contact. His hot gaze follows the possessive slide of his hand up my thighs. “Damn, Abby.” His voice is a low, almost primitive rumble that sends desire shooting straight to my core. “You’re so fucking hot.”
He lowers his body more onto mine. I automatically widen my legs to accommodate his size. I lift my hips and press into his hard length, desperately craving for something more – something I can’t put a name to. All I know is that I want all of him. And fast.