Before I could react to the cold of losing him and most of my clothing, his hands spread my legs, he rolled between them, tagged me behind the knees, lifting them to bent then wrapping my calves over his shoulders and then (no kidding!) his mouth was right there.

No, his mouth, lips and tongue were (no kidding!) right there.

And he knew how to use them.

Blooming heck but it felt good. My fingers slid into his hair to hold him to me as supernatural, extraordinary happy feelings scored a path through what felt like every fiber of my being. They gathered, tightened and I felt it coming.

But in the very, very back of my mind, I knew I didn’t want it that way.

And the very, very back of my mind, for once, didn’t want to be ignored.

“No,” I whispered between moans.

I would have thought he wouldn’t have heard me but immediately Hector’s mouth disappeared. His body came over mine and I felt his heat on me as his weight hit me.

He shoved his face in my neck.

“All right, mamita, we’ll stop,” he muttered there, voice rough.

“No,” I repeated, my hands reaching for the waistband of his pajamas, my head turning so my mouth was at his ear. “I want it to happen with you,” I breathed.

His head came up.

I didn’t look at him, I was busy trying to push down his pajamas (I failed, what could I say, he was taller than me, my arms didn’t reach).

“Sadie?”

Our eyes locked and at the look in his I knew I really wanted it to happen with him, his gaze was hot, dark and hungry. My stomach pitched at the sight and my body squirmed (but my hands were still trying to find purchase on his pajamas).

Finally, since he seemed frozen where he was, I said perhaps with the eensiest bit of desperation, “Hector please, I want you inside me.”

“Sadie,” he groaned but still, he hesitated.

My mouth went to his and I whispered, “Please.”

Within seconds (I didn’t know how he did it and I didn’t care), he filled me.

Hector “Oh my God” Chavez was deep inside me.

And I’d never felt anything better in my whole f**king life.

Then he started moving.

And that felt even better. In fact, it felt amazing.

“That feels amazing,” I panted in his ear, his head moved and I caught his grin right before he kissed me again.

Hector was a good kisser but all the other kisses he’d given me were nothing compared to how it felt to be kissed by him while our bodies were connected and he was moving inside me.

None of them were even close.

Eventually, I found I couldn’t kiss him anymore. I was breathing too hard, my h*ps moving against his, my hands on his skin, my fingernails digging in.

He lifted my legs at the knees and drove in deeper.

It was exquisite.

I shoved my face in his neck as I felt the beautiful anticipatory tightness right before my mouth went to his ear.

“Hector…” I started to say something, I didn’t know what but I didn’t get to finish because, right then it washed over me, fierce, fiery and huge.

Bliss.

When I was done, I opened my eyes slowly, coming down, feeling him still moving inside me, driving deep, grinding hard and I saw he was watching me, his eyes as hot as his skin.

“So… fucking… beautiful,” he whispered.

Then it was my turn to watch.

* * * * *

After he was finished, I took his whole weight and found I liked him heavy on me, his heat beating into me, his weight pressing me into the bed, his body still connected with mine.

He started to pull away.

My arms tightened around him and my thighs pressed into his hips.

He stilled.

“I’m too heavy,” he said into my neck.

“I like it,” I whispered. He didn’t say anything so I explained, “Your body’s warm, I always feel cold. You make me feel warm and I never felt warm in my life.”

I decided not to share the “snugly, lovely, comfy, safe” part with him.

A second passed then he muttered, “Jesus.”

Well, maybe he read in the “snugly, lovely, comfy, safe” part.

Blooming heck.

More seconds ticked by then his head came up, his fingers slid into the side of my hair and his eyes scanned my face.

“You okay?” he asked.

I nodded.

I didn’t share that I did feel okay. In fact, it might be the first time I felt “okay” in my life. In that bed, in that room, in that house with Hector, I felt I was where I was supposed to be.

Where I belonged.

The drowning sensation hit me, the warm water lapping at my body, threatening to cover me and I had the strange desire to pull in my breath… and sink.

Before this could weird me out (and I did anything stupid), he rolled us, we disconnected, he ended up on his back, me on top, our legs tangled. His body bucked and he yanked the bedclothes from under us and whipped them on top.

I lifted my head and one of his hands came to my hair. He pulled out the ponytail holder and my hair fell down around us. He tossed the ponytail holder on the nightstand and his fingers went inside my camisole then stilled at my sides.

“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.