“I wanna take this off,” he murmured.
As an answer, before I chickened out, I did the same thing he did earlier, arching my back and lifting my arms. He tugged off the camisole and threw it to the floor at the side of the bed.
I settled, skin-against-skin, chest-to-chest and his heat was overwhelming, penetrating my body, warming me straight to the core.
He pulled the covers high over my back then his hands slid down to my bottom and cupped me there.
I tucked my face into his neck, his warmth and my sensation of okayness settled in my belly then in my chest, right by my heart.
Softly, I whispered, “Thank you.”
His hands moved from my bottom so his arms could wrap tight around my waist.
This was nice, except his body was moving as if he was laughing.
My body got stiff.
“What’s funny?” I asked his neck.
“Mamita, you just gave me the best gift anyone’s ever given me and you’re thankin’ me?” he replied.
Oh… my… God!
He didn’t just say that.
Did he just say that?
“Are you for real?” I breathed, it came right out of my mouth and I knew I sounded like an idiot but I really did want to know.
His arms got tighter and his body started shaking harder.
My head lifted and I looked at him. He was smiling, brilliant white and glamorous.
“What’s funny now?” I demanded, my eyes narrowed.
His hilarity became vocal and he burst out laughing. I didn’t find anything was funny (at all) so I slapped his shoulder. He rolled us to our sides and shoved his (still laughing) face in my neck.
“Stop laughing,” I ordered.
He kept laughing.
“Seriously, Hector,” I warned him. “I’m getting annoyed.”
His face came out of my neck and when I caught sight of it, he was still smiling.
“Well then, mi cielo, we’ll have to do somethin’ about that,” he announced, rolling us again, him on top.
Then his hands started moving on me.
“What are you…?” I tried to pull away from him but one of his arms locked tight and held me close. I looked at his grinning face but read his intent loud and clear.
He couldn’t be serious. Could he?
“We can’t have sex again,” I told him in the Voice of Authority. “We just finished five minutes ago.”
His mouth went to my shoulder then trailed up, he added his tongue when it got to my neck and I shivered.
At my ear, he muttered, “Is that a rule?”