Lifting up his beer bottle, he locked gazes with her. “Maybe.” He brought the bottle to his lips and took a drink.
Her stomach lurched.He didn’t say, ‘For sure.’ Just ‘maybe.’ I’ll probably never see him again.
“Anything else?” the waitress asked.
“Two flans,” he replied.
All of a sudden, she’d lost her appetite. “I don’t want any dessert,” she said softly.
He gave a half shrug and smiled at the waitress. “Just one then.”
When they came back to the hotel, Chelsea’s mood had lightened, and she’d decided that she was going to enjoy every second that she spent with Paco. He was the only man who treated her like a person and not a pair of tits. Whenever they spoke, he talked toher, and when he held her in his arms, kissing her and fucking her, he didn’t see her as an object. He sawher—Chelsea.
“Let me get a fire started. It’s so damn cold out,” he said as soon as they walked into the room.
“I’m sure my frozen feet have turned blue. I’m gonna go change.” She grabbed the duffel bag and went into the bathroom. Taking out the T-shirt he gave her the night he picked her up in Silverado, she wondered if he’d let her keep it when she returned home. Just having his scent wrapped around her made her feel safe and fuzzy all over. She slipped it over her head, finger-combed her hair, then went back into the room.
Paco had his shirt up over his face as he tugged it over his head, then threw it on the chair by the window. Her eyes traveled over his body, drinking in his tangled hair, his rock-hard chest, and the trail of hair that slid under his waistband.
He walked up to her, his lips seizing her mouth as his tongue pressed against hers. His hand roamed down her body, slipping under the T-shirt and cupping her ass, squeezing it lightly. “I love that you’re still wearing my T-shirt,” he whispered over her lips.
“Can I keep it?” she whispered back.
“It’s all yours, baby.” He pinched her ass cheek and pulled away. “I’ll be right back.”
She watched as he ambled to the bathroom, admiring his tight ass and muscular legs before going over to the window. Outside, the street lights illuminated the roads in pools of yellow as several people milled around on the sidewalks. The mountains stood silhouetted against the darkened sky, and the wind weaved through the trees, shaking their bare branches.
She heard Paco’s footfalls as they came behind her. His hands touched her shoulders, sweeping her hair over one of them, as he placed feathery kisses on the back of her neck. She relaxed into him, reveling in the way his kisses made her body tingle and quiver with desire. He pulled back a little and before she could react, something cool glided around her neck. Her fingers flew up, grasping a pendant that hung down from a chain.
“What’s this?” she asked, craning her neck.
“I got something for you.” He gently swiveled her around.
“When?” Her voice shook slightly.
“At one of the antique stores. As soon as I saw it, I thought it was perfect for you. I wanted to surprise you.” He led her over to the mirror hanging on the bathroom door.
A silver necklace with an open heart pendant lay against her pale skin. Inside the pendant, a floating pink heart sparkled. She ran her fingertips over its smoothness. “It’s lovely,” she murmured.
“The stone is mined locally. It’s rhodochrosite crystal. I wanted you to have something pretty to wipe out any ugly memories you have of Colorado.”
It was the most beautiful necklace she’d ever seen, and he’d given it to her. She was overcome with emotions she couldn’t tame. She whirled around and flung her arms around him, kissing him fiercely as she wrapped her leg around one of his.
“Fuck, baby.” His words smothered against her lips.
“Paco.” She loved saying his name.Do you understand what I’m feeling?
He lifted her up, folding her in his arms as he walked over to the bed and placed her on it. Her hair flowed across the pillow, and she licked her lips. “I want you to take me in every way you can.”
He hovered over her, his dick pressing against her thigh. “You sure?”
“Yes… but only if youwant to.” She smiled mischievously.
He slowly pushed up the hem of the T-shirt, his heated gaze fixed on her sheer panties. “Oh, I want to, baby.” He placed her hand on his erection, and she felt it through the fabric of his jeans. Finding the zipper, she pulled it down, and he helped her out by undoing his belt and the waistband. He jumped up, took off his belt, shrugged off his pants, socks, and boxers, then climbed back on the bed and lifted her shirt over her head. Dipping down, he nudged her chin with his and peppered kisses over her neck and beneath her ear. She moaned low in her throat.
“How does it feel?” he whispered.
“Amazing,” she murmured.
He swept his tongue across her bottom lip, and she inhaled a ragged breath. Hovering over her supine body, he trailed his hand up her belly, over the ladder of her ribs to the soft underside of her breast. He covered one of her tits with the palm of his hand and squeezed gently. A shudder of raw passion coursed through her, and she arched her back, needing more, shifting restlessly beneath him as he palmed her other breast. He grazed her nipple with his thumb, and a surge of desire traveled from her hardened bud down to her throbbing pussy.
As he flicked, pinched, and pulled at her nipples, she rubbed her knee against his erection. He captured her lips while combined moans of pleasure swirled in their mouths as she lost herself in his touch, his scent—his everything.
Three hours later, naked, sated, and warm, they lay tangled together in each other’s arms, a comfortable silence blanketing them. It seemed like they were the only two people in the world. She snuggled deeper into him, and he raked his fingers through her hair, kissing the top of her head softly. Realization that she affected him as much as he did her warmed her to the core. Feeling safe and cherished in his arms, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.