He’s trimmed his beard to almost nothing and looks so different he could be someone else. He left the house early this morning before I woke, so I didn’t get to see this new look.
I didn’t think he could look better than he already did, but obviously, I was wrong. Now he looks a good ten or so years younger, and he’s wearing a silver hoop in his ear.
I swallow hard and remember to talk, forcing against the mushed-up state my brain is transforming into.
“Hello,” he says in that deep, sexy voice, looking me over, too.
I smile. “Hi.”
“Come here.” He crooks his finger once, and my legs move on their own accord. Just like that I’m under his spell.
He stands when I get close and reaches for my waist.
I never grow tired of craning my neck to look up at him.
I reach up to touch his face, running my fingers over what’s left of his beard.
“You look different,” I state. “Either way looks good.”
“Does it now, Bonita?”
“Yes.”
He plants his lips on mine, and we kiss for a while.
I’m pressing my hands to his chest while he runs his hands over my ass.
This is us close. Getting closer would mean falling in love. If I’m not there already.
He pulls out of the kiss and catches my face. “Dress looks as nice on you as I knew it would.”
“Thank you for the gifts. What are we doing tonight, Mr. Ramírez?”
“I thought I’d play it by ear when I saw you in this dress.”
I chuckle. “What does that mean?”
“I still want to do the same thing to you as when I first saw it.”
“What was that?”
He looks like he was just waiting for me to ask. A sinful smile brightens his handsome face, and he tugs on the zipper on the side of my dress.
“Take it off you,” he mutters. “And fuck you against the wall.”
My heart jumps into my throat when his gaze flicks to the floor-to-ceiling glass wall and he smiles.
“Oh.” I manage, then he slides the zipper down on my dress.
It floats down my body, leaving me in my nude strapless bra and matching panties.
Satisfaction brightens his face, and the way he looks at me melts my insides.
I realize this man has no shortage of ideas to shock me. He’s done something every night we’ve been together to the point where I’ve been with him on the days I didn’t need to be.
He returns his lips to mine, and suddenly, the madness that usually consumes us hits. We kiss with hunger and greed, stripping our clothes off until we’re both naked. Then he has me pressed up against the glass, basking in the bright city lights behind me.
I glance over my shoulder feeling so exposed.