He couldn’t wait to taste her pussy, to use her mouth, and even explore that fine ass of hers.
Fuck, he was obsessed with this woman. She was under his skin, and there was no way to get away from her. He had to have her. Smokey was doing him a favor by giving him Raven.
Carlos worked his dick, building up his release and getting ready to explode. Just as he was at that very point, he heard her voice.
“Are you done?”
He went over the edge, spilling his cum into the bottom of the shower, and watched as it disappeared, taken on the water.
Damn it.
He would have loved to pump his spunk deep inside her cunt. Have her already getting pregnant with his child.
With his release slowly ebbing away, he washed his body with soap, and then used some shampoo on his hair. There was still plenty of hot water.
He turned off the shower, wrapped a towel around his waist, and he was ready to face Raven.
Opening the door, he came face to face with her.
Raven went to say something but then, her gaze ran down the length of his body, and Carlos smirked.
She could fight her attraction all she wanted to. It was lies because she still wanted him, and he was more than ready to give her what she wanted.
“Do you want to touch?” he asked.
Raven pressed her lips together. She was doing that often lately. She brushed past him, and he made sure she had no choice but to feel him. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
She closed the door behind her, and Carlos smirked. Raven wanted him. There was no denying it.
Whistling to himself, he dried off his body and made his way toward his bed, pulling down the covers. Sliding beneath, he watched the door, waiting. He heard the shower running. No sound from Raven. Was she taking care of her own needs? As she did so, was she thinking about him?
One day, he’d get her to play with her clit as he watched. She’d be a beautiful sight to behold.
Minutes passed, and he expected her to take a lot longer, but it wasn’t long after he heard the shower turn off that Raven appeared, towel wrapped around her body, and one in her hair.
“Your clothes are in the closet, unless you want to come and join me in bed … naked.”
She shook her head, not looking too impressed with him, but he saw the corners of her mouth turned slightly up.
Raven … liked him.
He pushed all the buttons she needed.
She disappeared into the closet, and he knew she was getting changed there. All he wanted to do was go and sneak a peek, but he lay in bed and waited. His obsession wasn’t into an invasion of privacy, not yet. There would come a time when he’d get to see her naked all the time.
Raven appeared dressed in a pair of shorts and a tank top. She held a towel in her hair, drying the ends. She disappeared back into the bathroom and came out with her hair brushed, no towels.
“You don’t have to worry about cleaning up.”
“I’m not a messy person,” Raven said.
“I pay people to clean up my mess.”
“Spoken like a true mafia man.”
He smiled.
She walked to the bed and stared down at the side he’d left free. “Come on, fiancée.”
“I don’t find this funny.”
“I’m not laughing.”
“You’re smiling.”
“Can’t a guy be happy to have a woman in his bed?”
“Are you that desperate for female company?”
He tutted. “Be careful, you might affect my good mood.”
“I’m going to sleep. I’m sure I can handle your bad mood.” She pulled back the covers and climbed beneath the sheets, and he noticed the way she kept her distance from him.
She didn’t move, staying perfectly still on her back.
“Goodnight, Raven,” he said.
“Goodnight.” Raven rolled over.
He stayed perfectly still, waiting for her to fall asleep.
Time ticked on by, but he didn’t fill the silence. It took her a couple of hours, but she eventually fell asleep, and as she did so, he pulled her into his arms, holding her, hoping to ward off any nightmares that threatened to take her away from him.
Chapter Eight
Raven felt groggy, and that wasn’t like her. She wasn’t used to feeling this way.
For the longest time, she had struggled to sleep throughout the night. The first night with Carlos, in his bed, she’d slept through. There hadn’t been any nightmares. She’d been safe, warm.
When she woke up, that was different. She nearly screamed as she woke up with her entire body plastered against Carlos’s. She never slept with men. Never. Her bed was her own.
Carlos had woken up, and she chose not to make a big deal out of it as she climbed out of the bed and quickly headed to the bathroom to get ready for the day. While she was in the bathroom, Carlos picked out what he wanted her to wear for the day. She wanted to refuse, but he knew what she had to dress like. There was no point in arguing when he was probably right about how she was supposed to look, to blend.