her sleep.
As he pulled the briefs and socks out the drawer and tossed them into the bag on the bed, he glanced to the balcony where Carmen now stood with her back to him, leaning against the rail and gazing out at the ocean again. At that moment, intense emotion touched him and nearly swelled his heart while at the same time slicing it in two.
He had loved her and he had lost her. The latter should not have happened. She should have stuck by him and kept the vows theyâd made to each other. But when the going got tough, she got going.
He pushed the drawer closed, deciding to put his plan into action. She had pushed a few of his buttonsânow it was time for him to push a couple of hers.
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Carmen felt Matthewâs presence before heâd even made a sound. She felt a unique stimulation of her senses whenever he was near. She had felt it earlier today when heâd entered the tent at the polo match. Sheâd known he was there. Just like she knew he was here now.
Biting her bottom lip, her fingers gripped tight on the rail as her breathing quickened, her pulse escalated and heat flowed through her. He didnât say anything. Shecouldnât stand another second of silence and slowly turned around.
The sun had gone down and dusk had settled in. Behind him she saw the light from the lamp shining in the bedroom but her focus was on him. She studied him, not caring that it was obvious she was doing so. His eyes darkened and she felt his desire. And as she stood there, she couldnât help but relive all the times he had held her in his arms and made love to her.
He had been the most giving of lovers, making sure she enjoyed every sexual moment theyâd shared to the fullest. Her body was tingling inside, remembering how it felt to have his mouth to her breasts, or how his lips could trail kisses all over her body, heating her passion to the highest degree. It had been her plan to get him to the boiling point, but she was ashamed to admit he had her there already.
She pulled in a deep breath. âAre you done?â
âNot quite.â
And then he slowly crossed the distance separating them. âI came to say good-night.â
The husky sound of his deep voice sent sensuous shudders running all through her. Total awareness of him slid down her spine. She forced her gaze away from his to look out at the ocean to say something, anything to keep her mind off having her way with him.
âI love it here, Matthew. Thanks for agreeing to let me stay.â She glanced back at him and saw heâd come to stand directly beside her. âYou didnât have to, considering the terms of our divorce,â she decided to add.
He stared at her for a moment and then said, âIt was the right thing to do. At the very least, we can be friends. I donât want to be your enemy, Carmen.â
His words nearly melted her, but she had to remember that she wanted him to regret the day he began taking herfor granted, to realize that when sheâd needed him the most, he hadnât been there for her. She had been alone while grieving their loss.
âWhat are you thinking about, Carmen?â
She glanced up at him. âNothing.â
âMaybe I should give you something to think about,â he said softly, in a deep, rich voice. And then he wrapped his arms around her waist and lowered his mouth to hers.
She saw it coming and should have done a number of things to resist, but it would have been a waste of time and effort. Every part of her turned to mush the moment his lips touched hers. When his tongue began mingling with hers, she moaned deep in her throat.
Carmen hadnât known how much sheâd missed this until now. She had tried burying herself in her work so she wouldnât think about the loneliness, the lost passion, the feel of being in the arms of the one man who could evoke sensations in her that kept her wet for days.
I miss being with the one man who can make