CHAPTER 21

It was late by the time they got back to their hotel. And by her limp, Rafe could tell Carmen was totally done with wearing her shoes. He knew exactly what she needed.

She kicked off her shoes when they got into the room and fell into the chair.

“Want something to drink?” he asked.

“Water would be great.”

He went down the hall and filled their ice bucket, then came back and poured water and ice into a tall glass and handed it to her.

She took a sip and smiled up at him. “Mmm, thanks. I think I sweated out all the water in my body on the dance floor.”

“And made your feet sore.”

“Like you wouldn’t believe. I’m on my feet all day at work, and they never hurt. A few hours in these damn heels, and I may never walk again.”

“I’ve got a solution for your sore feet. A nice soak in that tub.”

Her eyes lit up. “I do want to try out that sexy bathtub.”

“I’ll get it running for you.”

She stood. “I’ll get naked.”

Those were his three favorite words. He went into the bathroom and turned the water on, getting it to the right temp. He found some bath bomb stuff on the side of the tub and sniffed it. It wasn’t overpowering, just a subtle lavender scent. He walked out to find her wearing only hot pink satin panties.

Ignoring how damn sexy she looked, and his first inclination to throw her on the bed and kiss her all over, he said, “You want one of those bath bomb things in there?”

She turned and nodded. “Ooh, yes, please.”

He unwrapped a bomb and tossed it in the water, watching it fizz.

Carmen came in, gloriously, beautifully naked, her hair piled on top of her head. There were so many things he wanted to do with her, but right now her comfort was most important.

“It looks fantastic,” she said. “Thanks for thinking of it.”

“I figured it might make your feet feel better.”

He held out his hand and helped her climb into the tub. She settled in against the back of the tub with an ahhh sound.

“This is perfect.”

“I’ll leave you alone to enjoy your bath.”

She narrowed her gaze. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Into the other room.”

“No, you don’t. Get naked and get in this tub with me.”

He cocked a brow. “I think if I get in the tub with you, it won’t be very relaxing for you.”

“But you can rub my feet. And that would be relaxing.”

He wanted Carmen to have whatever she asked for on this trip, so if that’s what she wanted . . .

He went into the other room and stripped out of his clothes, then came into the bathroom, liking the way her gaze traveled over his naked body. Since the faucet was high up in the center of the bath, he stepped into the tub and settled back on the opposite end of her, taking her feet and propping them on his stomach so they’d stay submerged in the hot water.

“Now the bath is perfect,” she said, sliding farther down and closing her eyes.

He began to rub the soles of her feet, gently at first to massage the entire foot, trying to figure out where her feet were sore. The problem was, she made moaning noises everywhere he touched. And because she kept making sexy moaning sounds, his dick got hard. Which meant his dick stood at full attention now and he was rock-hard and aching and Carmen was in foot rub nirvana and had no idea he was completely turned on while rubbing her feet.

Great. Now she was gonna think he had a foot fetish when really it had to do with the sounds she was making. Though she did have really cute feet. He lifted her toes out of the water to see her toenails had been painted a pretty coral color. He teased his fingers between her toes, and she giggled—and moaned again. He rolled his eyes and suffered in silence, then fisted his hand and kneaded it into the ball of her foot.

“Oh, God,” she said. “That’s so good.”

Then she started rubbing his chest with her other foot, teasing his nipple with her big toe. He’d never had this kind of foreplay before, and he wasn’t a foot guy, but he had to admit he was hella turned on, so whatever Carmen wanted to do to him, he was game for it.

And when her foot slid down to his lower belly and connected with his hard cock, her eyes drifted open and she gave him a lazy smile.

“So, rubbing my feet turns you on?”

He continued to massage her foot. “No, you moaning turns me on.”

“I was moaning?”

“Yeah. A lot. Sex moans.”

She laughed. “I was not giving you sex moans.”

“The hell you weren’t. Apparently, foot rubs make you hot.”

She extricated her foot from his hand, then crawled across the tub to sit on his lap. She swiped her finger down his chest. “Well, who knew foot rubs would be such a turn-on for me?”

“I sure didn’t. But I’m damn happy to be in the tub with you right now.”

He grasped her hips and slid her across his aching cock. She drew in a gasping breath and reached up for the wall for support. “I like how that feels.”

“I like how you feel. Hot and wet against me.” He wanted to slide inside her like this, but not without a condom on. Which was going to pose a problem, because he was rock-hard and he needed her.

But this wasn’t about him, and he could ease her ache. He reached between them and slid his hand across her sex, making her moan again, and this time because it really was about sex. Her slick folds made his balls tighten as he teased her clit, then slipped a couple of fingers inside of her.

She gasped. “Rafe. Yes. Fuck me with your fingers.”

God, she was killing him.

She rode his hand, rocking against him with abandon while he watched her body writhe in a sexual dance. When she reached down and wrapped her hand around his cock, he groaned.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” he said. “Make me come with you, babe.”

It wouldn’t take him long. Watching her ride his hand and his fingers nearly broke him. Especially now, as she stroked his cock, twisting her hand around his shaft while she looked down at him, her gaze lost in a haze of pleasure as he fucked her with his fingers. His balls locked up tight against his body as he prepared to lose it.

And when her pussy squeezed his fingers in spasm and she threw her head back and screamed out with her climax, he let go, groaning out his own orgasm as he spurted into her hand, shoving his shaft forward over and over again until he emptied completely.

She fell on top of him, her body heaving breaths. He withdrew his fingers and wrapped his arms around her so he could hold her until they both came down from that magnificent high.

It took a while, but when she finally raised up to look at him, she had a satisfied smile on her face.

“I’ve never had a bath like that before.”

“Same. And now the water’s getting cold.”

They got out and rinsed off in the shower. Carmen towel dried her hair, and they went into the bedroom and climbed under the covers. Rafe pulled Carmen next to him.

“I had a great time,” she murmured, followed up by a yawn.

“I’m glad. Me, too.” He stroked her hair. “Too bad we have to go back tomorrow.”

“Yeah.”

“We could run away.”

She let out a soft laugh. “Oh, sure. Neither of us has any responsibilities. No one would notice we were missing.”

“It would take them weeks to figure out we were gone. Since nobody loves us.”

She drew circles on his chest with the tip of her finger. “Exactly. We’re so unloved. We could be halfway around the world in your sailboat by then.”

“Wait. My sailboat? Don’t we have to win millions of dollars first?”

“Oh, right. I guess we’ll have to go get a lottery ticket in the morning. Then we’ll get the sailboat.”

“Because we’re guaranteed to win, us living a charmed life and all.”

“Right. Charmed. That’s us, Rafe.”

That was the last thing she said before she fell asleep.

Charmed.

He felt pretty charmed right now. This had been a damn fine day. Hell, ever since he’d hooked up with Carmen.

He didn’t even need to become a millionaire or have that sailboat anymore to feel like he had everything he ever wanted.