CHAPTER 16
What a day. The ER had rolled in one emergency after another, ambulances had been lined up to bring in case after case and Carmen didn’t think she’d sat once the entire day.
All she wanted to do was go home, sit in a tub with a glass of wine and a good book, eat dinner and pass out early.
But she had promised Rafe she’d come over to his place tonight. He’d told her he was going to cook for her.
She could cancel. She could be honest and tell him she was tired. He’d understand.
She walked in the front door, hung her keys on the rack and tossed her bag on the table.
“You look beat,” her grandpa said as she made her way into the living room to press a kiss on his cheek.
“It was a long day.”
“You relax tonight. I can fix dinner.”
“No, I’ll take care of it. I’m going to grill you some chicken and asparagus and tiny potatoes.”
“Sounds good. And you mean us, right?”
She rested her thigh against the side of the sofa. “Actually, Rafe asked me to come over to his place for dinner tonight. Unless you think you need me.”
Her grandpa’s brows shot up. “A date? You have a date with Rafe?”
“Kind of.”
“That’s great. I like him, bebita. You two are a good match.”
“It’s just dinner, Grandpa. We’re not getting married or anything.”
“I need grandbabies.” He emphasized the last word with his soulful eyes.
She wasn’t falling for it. “Don’t look at me. I’m too busy to have babies.”
“Well, I’m sure not having them, so it’s gonna have to be you.”
She laughed. “Then I’ll see what I can do somewhere down the road.”
“I don’t have that many ‘down the road’ years left in me. How about you see what you can do sooner? Maybe even tonight?”
Her eyes widened. “Grandpa!”
He shrugged. “Just trying to hurry you along.”
“How about you let me fall in love with someone first.”
“Okay, okay. I’ll wait. But I think Rafe is a pretty decent candidate.”
She’d reserve judgement on that. After her disastrous first marriage, she didn’t trust herself at all where men were concerned. “I’m going to cook your dinner.”
She went into the kitchen, put the potatoes and asparagus on to cook and grilled the chicken. Fortunately, it was a quick meal, so she had her grandfather’s dinner finished in a hurry. While he was eating, she dashed to her room and jumped in the shower, making sure to shave all her critical parts—just in case they saw some action tonight.
Though she was so tired she might fall asleep right after dinner.
Some hot date you are, Carmen.
Hey, if Rafe Donovan wanted to date her, he was going to have to deal with the part of her that came home exhausted after a brutal shift. As a firefighter, she figured he’d understand what that was like.
After she dried her hair and applied a little makeup, she put on shorts and a T-shirt, not wanting to appear too fancy, then looked at herself in the mirror.
“Great, Carmen. You look like you’re ready for a trip to the grocery store.”
Would it hurt that much to step it up a bit, girl?
She huffed in disgust at the mirror. “Fine.”
She pulled off the shorts and T-shirt and stared in the closet, finally deciding on a cotton sundress that was casual, but still a little sexy.
But not too sexy. She didn’t want to give Rafe the idea that she was going over there for sex.
You want to have sex with him, idiot. What’s your problem?
Deciding not to overthink every damn thing, she slid her feet into her comfy white sandals and went downstairs to check on her grandpa. He was watching TV in the living room. She filled his water glass and set it down on the table.
“I’m right next door if you need anything,” she said. “And I have my phone on me.”
“I can take care of myself, Carmen.”
“I’ll be back in time to put you to bed.”
He looked up at her, glaring. “I can put myself to bed.”
“No, you can’t, and don’t try or you’ll fall.”
“Whatever. Pop back over at ten and you can help. Then you can go back over to Rafe’s.”
She frowned. “What if I’m tired and I want to go to bed at ten?”
“Then you’re not doing dating right.”
Even her grandfather was pushing her toward Rafe. “We’ll see. I’ll be back at ten. Love you, Grandpa.”
“Love you, too, bebita.”
At least she had an exit plan if she got so tired she couldn’t keep her eyes open.
She walked across the lawn and knocked on the door to Rafe’s house. It took a minute, but Rafe opened the door.
He wore jeans and a short-sleeved Henley that fit tight against his amazing chest and shoulders.
“You look incredible,” he said, smiling at her but keeping his eyes fixed on her face, which she appreciated.
“Thanks. So do you. Are we going out?”
“No. I just figured since I invited you over to eat, I should maybe not dress like I’m going to the beach. Come on in.”
It was a million degrees outside and even more humid than that. The fact he put on a pair of jeans was quite the sacrifice.
She followed him into the kitchen. He had two wineglasses out.
“White or red?”
“White.”
“Sweet or not?”
“Hmm. Not.”
He went to the fridge and selected a bottle of sauvignon blanc. He pulled the cork and let it sit.
“How was your day?” he asked.
“Intense. Exhausting. I ran from the second I got there until the end of shift.”
He swept his hand down her arm. “Those days are brutal. You must be wiped.”
“Kind of.”
He poured the wine into their glasses and grabbed both of them. “Come on. Let’s go sit in the living room.”
They took seats next to each other on the comfortable sofa. He handed her one of the glasses.
“Thanks.”
“A lot of emergencies today?” he asked.
She liked that he seemed interested in her work. “Yes.”
“Come on. Kick off your sandals, put your feet in my lap and I’ll give you a foot massage. You can tell me about your day.”
“Seriously?” Her feet ached by the end of her shift, and the one thing she always longed for was someone to rub them.
“Totally serious.”
She slid out of her sandals, shifted on the sofa and laid her arm against the pillow of the sofa. She rested her feet in his lap, balancing her glass of wine as she did so. He started off rubbing the arch of one foot, gently at first.
She resisted the urge to moan. It felt so good.
“That’s nice.”
“Good. So did you have ambulances stacked up?”
Oh, that’s right. She was supposed to be telling him about her day, but all she could think about was how he was using his amazingly strong hands to rub the soreness out of her aching feet.
“Right. It’s like they were lying in wait for me as soon as I got there. One critical emergency after another.”
He nodded, using his fist to roll the tension out of the ball of her foot. This time, she did moan, sighed and took a hard swallow of her wine.
She was in heaven, and if he never stopped rubbing her feet, she’d be okay with that.
“I know how that is,” he said. “Same thing happens at the station sometimes. It’s like you don’t even get a second to breathe the entire shift.”
“Exactly. You could go weeks with business as usual, and then all hell breaks loose in one day. That’s how today was. By the time I got home, I was beat.”
He shifted to her other foot, using his same tender massage, then looked up at her. “You could have canceled if you were too tired to come over. You know I would have understood, Carmen.”
“I figured you would have. But I made Grandpa dinner and took a shower, and the shower helped revive me a little.”
He smiled. “I’m glad you’re here.”
“Me, too. And thank you for the foot rub. It’s helping in ways I can’t even tell you.”
She hadn’t realized how much she needed the emotional support, the fact he listened to her talk about her day. She told her grandpa, of course, but never too much information, because then he’d complain she was working too hard and he’d feel guilty that she had to take care of him and the house, too. So she tried to downplay the grueling hours and the hard days.
She placed her wineglass on the table. “What did you do today?”
“My brothers and I finished up some yard work at my parents’ house. It’s ready to put on the market now.”
“That’s great. So when are they moving to the new house?”
“Pretty soon. Kal’s there tonight helping our dad pack up the garage. The son of friends of theirs is interested in buying the place, so they might not even have to put it on the market.”
“That’s fantastic. I hope it sells fast for them. I’m sure your mom is eager to get into her new house.”
He used his fingers to press onto the top of her foot, easing the sore muscles there. “She downplays it, but I can tell she’s excited about all the features in the new house. Especially having her own private office there.”
“Does she do a lot of work at home?”
He nodded. “If she’s on call. She always has court files at home. The current house doesn’t give her any quiet space to do that. The new place has a nice office where she’ll have some privacy to do her work and to take calls.”
“Perfect.”
Rafe had both of her feet in his hands now, rhythmically rubbing them. She lay back on the sofa.
“I’ve often thought about doing some renovations to Grandpa’s house.”
“Yeah? What kind?”
She yawned. “I’d like to reorganize the garage so I can do my crafting in there.”
“Crafts, huh? What kinds of crafts do you do?”
“I restore furniture. Or I would if I could find the space to do it. The garage is filled with some of my mom’s old things—things I’d like to restore if I had the space. But there’s just so much junk piled up in there, and I can never find the time to deal with it.”
“Huh. Maybe I can help you out with that.”
She yawned again, blinking to keep her eyes open. “You don’t have to do that.”
“What if I want to.”
“You could . . .”
Carmen jerked awake. The room was dark, but one thing she knew for certain was that she wasn’t in her own home.
The last thing she remembered was talking to Rafe. She looked over to where he’d been sitting. He wasn’t there now. She heard music coming from the other room. She sat up, realizing he’d covered her with a light throw. She couldn’t help but smile at the sweet gesture.
But, dammit. She’d fallen asleep. Like, utterly passed out on him.
She looked down at her watch, realizing she’d been out for an hour. Great.
You are one hell of an exciting date, Carmen.
She got up, folded the throw over the back of the sofa and slid her feet into her sandals. She smoothed her hair and went in search of the music, which was coming from the kitchen. Rafe was in there, sitting at the kitchen island sipping a beer. He smiled when he saw her come in.
“Have a good nap?” he asked.
“I’m so sorry.”
“What for?”
“For falling asleep on you.”
“Hey. You work hard. You obviously had a tough day. And then on top of that you take care of your grandfather. Your plate is full, Carmen. Never apologize for working your ass off and being tired, okay? Because I get it.”
She inhaled on a shaky breath. “Thanks for understanding.”
“No problem. Can I pour you another glass of wine?”
“Maybe some iced tea or water?”
“I’ll fix you a glass of tea.”
“Great, thanks. I’m going to slip into the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”
“Sure.”
She made her way to the downstairs bathroom and closed the door. Once she did her business, she washed her hands and stared into the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair was mussed and she looked like she’d been asleep all night.
But she also felt very warm and emotional and not sure what to do with herself.
He understood. He wasn’t angry. In fact, he’d treated her so sweetly from the moment she’d walked in the door. And that wasn’t something she’d ever had before. She looked at her watch. Only nine. Still time before she had to go help her grandpa get to bed.
She leaned over and rinsed out her mouth with some cold water, then fluffed her hair as best she could and left the bathroom.
Rafe had his face buried in his phone, and he’d switched from drinking beer to iced tea. But as soon as she came out, he slid his phone to the side and stood, handing her a glass of tea.
“Thanks.” She took a sip, letting the cool liquid slide down her parched throat. “And thanks for understanding.”
“It helps that we both work long shifts that can often be intense. I get where you’re coming from. If you’d like to call it a night . . .”
She set her glass on the counter. “No, I’d like to stay. We haven’t had dinner—or dessert.”
“Dessert. I didn’t—”
She snaked her hand around the back of his neck. “And by dessert, I mean you and me. Together. We could start out kissing. I really liked that kiss we shared, Rafe. Maybe we could see where it goes from there?”
He wound his arm around her waist and pulled her against him. “Yeah, I definitely want to do that. But first, how about I feed you dinner?”
What she really wanted to do was kiss him. But, admittedly, she was hungry. “Sure.”
Apparently, while she’d been asleep, he’d grilled chicken, sliced it up and added it to a tremendous salad that had eggs, croutons, cranberries, oranges and walnuts. He’d also made an incredible raspberry vinaigrette.
Carmen carried their iced teas to the table and then helped Rafe with their bowls and utensils while he brought the salad over. They sat at the table, and Carmen took a bite. Flavor exploded on her tongue. After she swallowed, she noticed Rafe had been watching her. “It’s delicious.”
“I’m not the best cook, and I know this isn’t fancy.”
“Seriously, Rafe. This is delicious. And it’s hot as hell outside. I love salads in the summer.”
He seemed to relax. “I’m glad you like it.”
She loved that he’d been nervous about her reaction. “You don’t need to worry. You cook just fine.”
“It’s not rocket science to make a salad.”
“And you’d be surprised how many guys won’t even do that much.”
He chewed and swallowed, then took a sip of his tea. “You talking about your ex?”
“Among other guys I’ve been with.”
“So no guy has cooked for you before?”
She shook her head. “I guess I’ve picked all the wrong men.”
“I guess so. Not that I’m all that, but I can at least put a burger on the grill or make sure you have a decent meal when you come home from work at night.”
Who was this guy? He couldn’t be human. She might actually still be asleep, and this was all a dream. “You’d cook—for me.”
“Hell yes, I would. Why should a woman do all the cooking? That seems antiquated and sexist and totally misogynist. Besides, men cook these days.”
She arched a brow. “They do, huh?”
“Yeah. My mom taught all of us to cook. She said she wasn’t raising useless sons, and there was no way we were to expect a woman to do housework or cooking. I can also clean a bathroom and mop floors and dust. Which we all have to do at the fire station anyway. Plus all the firefighters cook, too, so being taught those skills by my mom came in handy when we all decided to become firefighters.”
She laughed. “I’m sure they did. Remind me to thank your mom.”
“I will.”
They finished dinner and did the dishes. By then it was close to ten.
“I have to go help Grandpa get in bed. Mind if I run home for a few, then come back?”
“I don’t mind at all. Do you need me to come help you?”
“Thanks, but I’ve got this. It won’t take me long to get him tucked in. He just needs a little help maneuvering into bed. I’ll be back in about fifteen minutes.”
“Not a problem. I’ll be here.”
“Okay.”
She left and dashed across the lawn, using her key to get into the house. Grandpa was already asleep in front of the TV. She gently woke him, then helped him get ready for bed.
She helped position him in bed so he could see his TV. He was doing much better about moving around in the bed. Pretty soon he wouldn’t need her help at all.
“How’s it going so far?” he asked.
“How’s what going?”
“The date, Carmen.”
“Oh.” She sat on the side of his bed. “It’s going well. We’re talking. He made dinner. He’s nice.”
Her grandfather raised a brow. “You gonna spend the night?”
“Of course not. What if you need me?”
He looked over on the nightstand. “I have a phone. And you’re right next door. You have to stop worrying so much about me. You’re entitled to have a life.”
She started to object, but then he glared at her with his disapproving Grandpa glare. He rarely gave it to her, but when he did, she knew better than to argue.
“Fine. I know you can take care of yourself. But that doesn’t mean I’ll worry less.” She kissed the top of his head. “If you need me, you have to promise to call.”
“I promise. Now you have to promise to go and think about yourself for a while. Have some fun.”
She smiled at him. “I promise. Te amo, Abuelo.”
“Yo también te quiero, bebita.”
She left the house and hurried back to Rafe’s. He had left the door unlocked, so she went inside. It was dark in the entry, so she wandered through the living room and into the kitchen. On the table was a note.
Outside by the pool. Come join me.
She smiled and headed outside. A blast of heat hit her. July in Ft. Lauderdale was brutal.
There were no lights on out here, either, but she heard the splash of water, so she made her way poolside.
Rafe was in the pool, his arms resting over the side.
“Water feels good. Want to come in?”
She looked down at her clothes. “No swimsuit.”
“You could get naked.”
“What? And have you miss the new underwear unveiling?”
“Oh, I definitely don’t want to miss that, after you went to so much trouble to buy them.”
He hoisted himself out of the pool, making her eyes go wide.
She was fully dressed. Rafe, on the other hand, was gloriously naked, giving her a delicious view of his magnificent body.
At least until he grabbed a towel.
“Don’t cover up on my account.”
He laughed and used the towel to dry his hair, seemingly not caring that his body was exposed to her, which she didn’t mind at all. He had the kind of physique a woman could stare at for hours.
Days.
Weeks.
Months.
Okay, forever.
Chiseled muscles, broad shoulders, a wide chest, amazingly muscled biceps, the kind of abs you wanted to run your hands over to see if they were even real, and strong, powerful legs.
And one outstanding cock. She’d lick her lips if it wasn’t so obvious.
“You keep staring at it, it’s going to get hard.”
She slanted a half grin at him. “You’re the one who got out of the pool naked. I make no apologies.”
“Then I guess you’ll have to show me the goods to make it even.”
“The goods—oh, my fancy, sexy, amazingly awesome new underwear.”
“I’m way more interested in the woman wearing the underwear, but sure. We can start with that.”
The way he talked to her, like she was the most important person in his universe, made her tingle all over.
She lifted the sundress over her head and tossed it in the nearby lounge chair. Rafe walked over and teased his fingertip over the lacy strap of her bra.
“Purple’s my favorite color.”
“Is it?”
His gaze collided with hers, turning her insides tingly and needy.
“It’s my favorite color when you’re wearing it.”
“Naked is definitely my favorite color on you,” she said. “You should wear it more often, but only when we’re alone together.”
“So you’re saying I shouldn’t wear it to work.”
She laughed and moved in closer, feeling the heat simmer between them. “Definitely not to work. Too dangerous.”
“You’re dangerous. To my heart rate.” He teased his fingers around the edge of her bra cup, making her breath catch.
She laid her palm on his chest, feeling his heart race. “It’s okay, Rafe. I’m a nurse. I’ll take good care of you.”
“I know you will.”
He slid his fingers into her hair, cupped the back of her neck and leaned in to kiss her.
What started out as a gentle kiss quickly flamed into something more passionate.
Carmen felt as if she’d waited a lifetime for this moment, to be alone with Rafe, knowing they weren’t going to be interrupted. Or at least she hoped they weren’t, because she needed this time with him, to feel the heat of his lips moving deliberately across hers, his tongue exploring the inner recesses of her mouth. She moved into Rafe, the heat of his body aligning with hers. And when he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her flush against him, she shuddered.
He stepped back. “Let’s take this inside.”
She nodded, knowing they couldn’t continue doing this outside, but wishing they hadn’t had to stop, not when kissing him had felt so good.
Rafe tucked a towel around his waist, then grabbed his clothes.
She followed him inside.
“You want something to drink?” he asked.
She shook her head. “No. I just want to get naked with you.”
His lips curved. “I like where your head is.” He reached his hand out. “Come on.”
She slid her hand in his. He led her up the stairs and down the hall to his bedroom. His room wasn’t at all what she expected. He had a great-looking king-size bed, covered up with a beautiful gray comforter. There was a small dresser against one wall and a nightstand next to the bed. The room was tidy and neat, and there was a bathroom attached to the bedroom.
“It smells clean in here,” she said.
He arched a brow. “What did you expect? Dirty sock smell?”
“Maybe.”
He laughed. “We all keep our rooms clean. And Becks is a compulsive cleaner, so if what we do isn’t up to par, she comes in behind us and cleans again.”
“That’s helpful.”
“Yeah. She’s pretty awesome.” He pulled her against him. “But hey, let’s talk about you.”
“What about me?”
“I’m glad you’re here tonight. I know you’re tired.”
She smiled and curved her hand over his shoulder, amazed by the muscle she felt. She wanted to investigate him everywhere, map his body like an explorer. “I had a nap.”
“So you’ve got your second wind?”
“I could go all night.”
He swept her up into his arms and carried her to the bed. With one hand, he jerked the comforter down to the bottom of the bed, then laid her on top of the sheets.
“Just so you know, I changed the sheets this morning.”
“Right, because that was the first thing I was going to ask.”
“Was it?”
She laughed. “No.”
She rolled over onto her side and patted the spot on the bed next to her. He climbed onto the bed and lay down next to her.
“Before we do this,” he said, “I need to know that you’re sure about what we’re about to do.”
She smoothed her fingertips over his jaw. “Very sure. Now kiss me.”
He leaned in, then paused. “You like kissing.”
“I like kissing very much.”
He pushed her onto her back, covered her body with his and put his mouth on hers.
She sighed in utter bliss. He kept most of his weight off her body, yet the feel of him on top of her was delicious. She slung her leg around his hip, aligning her sex with the heat and hardness of his cock. Then she surged upward, rocking her clit against him.
He groaned and slipped one hand under her butt, and as he kissed her, he held their bodies closer together.
She could come like this. It had been too long since she’d been this close to a man’s body, since she’d been kissed so thoroughly, since her body had wept with such need for release. She felt like a flower opening for the first time, only this wasn’t the first time for her. It was the first in a long, long time, and she was so close to orgasm she felt her climax hovering. All she had to do was rub against him in just the right way.
But not yet. She moaned. “I need . . .”
He lifted his head, his palm resting on her belly. “Yeah? What do you need?”
She stared up at him, lost in the warmth of his eyes, in the desperate desire she saw there that mirrored what she felt. “Everything.”
He rolled off her and undid the clasp of her bra, separating the cups to reveal her breasts. He swept his hand over the globes, then teased her nipples with the tips of his fingers until they rose like points.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, before leaning over to take one between his lips.
As he sucked, she gasped at the sweet pleasure, arching her back to get closer to his hot mouth.
She was on fire, and when he snaked his hand over her belly, she was melting from the inside out. He teased his fingers along the band of her underwear, then slipped his hand inside to cup her sex.
He began to move his hand, his fingers sure and deft as he found every spot that gave her the most pleasure. She had already been halfway there, and when he slipped a finger inside of her and used the heel of his hand to gently rub against her clit, she came with a lift of her hips and a hard cry of sweet release.
She shuddered against him, holding on to his wrist to keep that momentum going for as long as she could. And it did keep going, much longer than she thought was possible, but the quivers continued to flow through her until she relaxed, still feeling those tiny pulses of her climax roll through her.
She was panting as Rafe bent to remove her panties, then came back up to brush a kiss across her lips.
“When you come,” he said, “you really come.”
She smiled. “It’s been a long dry spell.”
“Dry?” He swept his hand across her lower belly, tapping her sex. “Baby, you are anything but dry.”
She rolled over to her side. “And now that you’ve gotten me sufficiently primed, let’s keep going.”
She palmed his chest, then slid her hand lower, enjoying the feel of his rippling muscles under her hand. His abs tightened when she rolled her palm over them, and she couldn’t resist lingering there.
“You’re so . . . hard.”
His lips curved. “Not just there.”
She grinned. “I’m making my way.”
When she reached his cock, she closed her fingers around it, feeling it pulse with life against her palm. He surged upward, making her breath catch at the thought of him doing just that while he was inside of her, something she’d endlessly fantasized about.
“Condom?” she asked.
“On it.” He rolled over and pulled a box out of his bedside drawer, took a packet out and tore it open, then put the condom on.
“I’m on the pill,” she said. “I haven’t been with anyone since I was with my ex. After he left I was tested for HIV and STDs and was clear.”
He picked up her hand and pressed his lips to her palm.
“I always use condoms.” He kissed the inside of her wrist. “I get tested regularly.” He moved his lips up along the inside of her arm, causing goose bumps to pop up along her skin. “Last one was three months ago.” He finally crossed over and laid his palms on either side of her head, bending down to nibble on her ear, then whispered, “I’m clear.”
Never before had a safe-sex conversation been so sizzling. She shivered, then opened her legs as he covered her body with his. “And as long as we’re being honest, I’ve jacked off a lot in the past year thinking about fucking you.”
Her sex quivered as he put the tip of his cock at the entrance of her pussy.
“I’ve touched myself repeatedly with you in my fantasies,” she said, “getting myself off with the thought of you just like this, hovering over me, plunging your cock inside of me and making me come.”
“Holy shit, Carmen.” He thrust inside of her, then stilled.
She felt him swell, and her body responded by tightening, quaking. She wrapped her legs around his thighs and lifted, and then he began to move, slow and easy at first, at the same time kissing her in that way that made her dizzy.
She was lost in the hot male smell of him, the feel of his hard-core body surrounding her as he continued to thrust in, then pull out, only to push his cock deep and grind against her, making her feel as if she were going to come apart right at that moment. But then he eased out and began the sweet torment all over again, drawing her up that ladder right to the edge.
He licked the side of her neck, from her collarbone all the way to her ear, and then he whispered words to her that made her shiver.
“Being inside of you is like being inside of a fire,” he said. “You’re burning me, Carmen.”
She shuddered, so close to the edge she could feel the tremors. She held tight to Rafe, watching the way his face tightened as his movements quickened, and knew he was right there with her.
She hovered there, right at the precipice, her entire body shaking as sweet pulses roared their way to the surface.
“Come on, babe,” he said. “Let’s go down in flames together.”
She let go and dug her heels into the mattress, crying out with the intensity of the orgasm that tore through her. Rafe reached underneath her to cup her butt cheek, his fingertips digging into her flesh as he roared out a groan that only prolonged the force of her climax.
When she settled, she fell to the mattress, feeling as if she’d run a marathon. She was hot, sweaty and utterly depleted. Rafe rolled to the side, then pulled her against him.
He stroked her hair and her back, and she was content to let the silence surround them. This was good, these few moments where no words needed to be said. They didn’t need to analyze what had happened. They only needed to catch their breath and enjoy being together.
But she really needed a shower.
She popped her head up and looked down at him. “I’m sweaty.”
He opened one eye. “So not my fault.”
She laughed, then rolled over him. “I’m going to rinse off.” She got out of bed, then paused at the doorway to see if he was watching her.
“You coming in the shower with me?” she asked.
He grinned and rolled off the bed. “I don’t know, Carmen,” he said as he followed her into the bathroom. “Will I be coming with you in the shower?”
She gave him a wicked smile.
Oh yes. It was going to be a very long night.