Page 80 of Hidden By His Side

The coffee machine was timed to brew in the morning, so it didn’t take much to pour Ramiro a cup with a dash of cream like he liked. She left it steaming on the kitchen island while she chomped on a banana.

Ramiro didn’t take long and still wore only sleep pants when he came to the kitchen. She slipped her eyes over him as shefinished eating. The pants showed an outline of what he was packing, but he no longer had an erection. She wondered if he masturbated. It’d been a couple of weeks since they’d had sex, and he hadn’t even gotten to finish. The only time they weren’t together was in the bathroom. He had to jerk off in there, didn’t he?

Picturing it stirred her all up. Ramiro had big hands. She doubted he’d be gentle with himself, not after the way he’d taken her. She imagined those sleep pants shoved down, one of his hands braced against the shower wall, his lips parted as he touched himself.

“What are you thinking about, baby girl?” his voice rumbled, sending goosebumps chasing over her arms.

She’d been staring at his crotch. Summer flushed, ignoring his question and avoiding looking at him as she raced to the bathroom to take her turn. What would he have done if she told him the truth?

Derek had thought a couple of weeks was a long time to go without sex. She shoved her ex’s face out of her mind. Whenever she thought of him, she was reminded of how angry he’d been in those last moments.

How long had it been for Ramiro? Summer had never seen other women around him, but someone like him probably needed sex often. He seemed so much more masculine thanother men.

Ramiro was much better at sex than anyone else she’d been with. He’d actually gotten her to orgasm, and not just once. Her body had been limp and exhausted after.

She wanted to do the same for him, but it would never happen. She wasn’t enough for him. Ramiro deserved better.

Spitting out the foamy toothpaste didn’t help the returning swirl in her stomach. The click of the light switch felt loud as Summer turned off the bathroom light, shuffling back to where Ramiro waited. He studied something on his phone while sipping the coffee she’d made for him, one ankle crossed over the other, leaning back against the kitchen island and waiting for her.

Ramiro was so gorgeous, and he was all hers. Instead of feeling happy about that, she felt guilty.

His head tilted up, as if he sensed her approach. His smile reached his eyes, making the warm brown even warmer. He set his phone on top of the island face down, holding out a hand toward her.

Summer couldn’t resist. She took his hand, letting him pull her into his body. His chest was so solid under her cheek, the hair tickling lightly and begging her to nuzzle. If she moved a little to the right, she could lick his brown nipple. She closed her eyes so she wouldn’t be tempted.

“What do you want to do today? Curl up on the couch like last weekend?”

The suggestion sounded perfect. Her body could rest over his as he reacted to whatever they watched, his chuckles andgrumbles rumbling under her ear, his breath coasting over her hair.

“What did you do on the weekends before I moved in?” Summer asked instead.

Ramiro grunted. “Mostly worked.”

He was such a workaholic sometimes. “You can work today. I don’t mind.” Everything felt easier when she got to slip into her secretary role. The image of bringing him lunch like she did at the office was appealing. She could even clean up a little around the house.

“There’s nothing that needs my attention,” Ramiro said. “I’d rather spend time with you.”

Her fingers curled into his back. How did he always know what she wanted to hear?

“Isn’t watching TV all day a little boring for you?” she pushed.

“Not feeling the couch session?” He brushed his hand over her hair, making her body tingle from the simple caress. She loved when he touched her hair. “We could do something else. Whatever you want, Summer.”

She wanted to cuddle with him on the couch. “Why does it have to be what I want to do?”

“I can come up with something if you’re not sure what you want to do. Like I did with the drive.”

Another perfect date with him would just make her more selfish. “That’s not what I meant.”

Ramiro set his mug on the island before pushing her back from him to search her eyes. Summer struggled to meet his gaze. “What’s going on in that head of yours, baby girl?”

She flushed. “I was just thinking that you might want to do something more… physical.” Her gaze dropped to his body. He was strong, but not in a six-pack abs way. Ramiro was burly and rough and capable, with a lot of stamina. He probably needed to release it, and he wouldn’t get to do that with her.

“Are you up to something physical?” Ramiro asked, his eyebrows dipping. “I read that being tired is pretty common in the first trimester.”

“I don’t want to talk about the pregnancy,” Summer rushed out.

Ramiro went quiet.

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