Page 35 of Sexpresso Night

Epilogue

The city of Santa Anjelita in Matagalpa had been growing fast, and was bigger and much more developed than the last time Danya had been there, tall buildings defining the skyline on the outskirts of the city.

She gazed out the window of the rental car as Carter drove from the airport to hotel, taking it all in. The long flights, with a layover in Houston, and the heat, humidity and elevation made her feel sticky and gross. She couldn’t wait to get to the hotel and have a shower.

Preferably with Carter.

They arrived at the Corazon Palace hotel, reminiscent of a Spanish villa with creamy stucco, arched windows and red tile roof surrounded by lush greenery and flowers. The valet took the car, and they entered the cool, spacious lobby, crossing the gleaming marble floor past thick white columns supporting a soaring arched ceiling and guests sitting on chairs grouped around mahogany tables.

“Have you stayed here before?” she asked Carter, eyes wide as she took it all in.

“Yeah.”

“Jeez. I stayed in a hostel when I came. This is beautiful.”

“It’s nice. And it’s safe. There’s a lot of crime here.”

“Yes, that’s true.” The country was beautiful and grew amazing coffee, but also produced a lot of cocaine, which led to a thriving drug business.

The room was also beautiful, with doors onto a balcony. She crossed straight to the doors and pulled the curtains. The sun light up the room with bright afternoon warmth, spilling across the carpet in a glowing rectangle, illuminating the golden sateen fabric on the chairs. In the distance the majestic Tipcualpo volcano rose against the blue sky. “Wow.” She turned and threw herself down onto the big white duvet covering the bed in a spread-eagle position. “Oh my God, I’m exhausted.”

Carter grinned at her as he lifted a suitcase onto the luggage rack. “Want a nap?”

“I want a shower first. I feel disgusting.”

“You look gorgeous.”

She smiled and rolled off the bed. She kicked off her shoes and pulled her T-shirt up and over her head. Carter’s eyes darkened as he watched her walk toward him in her bra and jeans. Taking his hand, she led him into the bathroom.

The marble floor was cool beneath her bare feet. The bathroom was gorgeous too, with an arched window and candles arranged on the stone vanity. Carter cranked on the shower and they watched each other undress, then stepped into the lukewarm water.

“Heaven,” Danya murmured, reaching for a bottle of body wash provided by the hotel. Carter took it from her and poured some into his hands, then leisurely soaped her body with long lush strokes. She tipped her head back and let the water soak her hair while Carter’s fingers erased the sweat and grime of travel…and then turned her on.

He shifted her in front of him to shampoo her hair, and the gentle touch of his fingers on her scalp had languor sliding through her veins. An achy need bloomed between her legs and she closed her eyes and gave herself over to the sensations—the exotic scent of the shampoo, the feel of Carter’s hands in her hair, the water sluicing over her bare skin.

When she was rinsed he turned her to face him and held her face with both hands to kiss her. “Feel better?” he murmured.

“Much better. But now I’m sleepy.”

“Mmm. An orgasm will make you even sleepier.”

“I’m going to get an orgasm?” She smiled against his lips.

“The first of many while we’re here.”

She helped him wash and then they stepped out of the shower. He reached for one of the plush towels on the shelf beneath the vanity and shook it out, then dried her off. She watched in the big mirror as he focused on the task, his gaze hot on her naked body. The intent look on his face made her melt inside.

She let her gaze roam over his body too, the broad shoulders, muscled chest and cut abs. His biceps flexed and tendons corded his strong arms as he moved the towel over her.

Both of them dry—mostly; the drops of water remaining on her skin felt deliciously cool—he picked her up and carried her out of the bathroom. He lowered her feet to the floor and pushed her to sit on the edge of the bed. She watched him, excitement building, heat pooling low in her core.

He dropped to his knees in front of her and parted her thighs with his big hands. Then he flattened a palm between her breasts and pushed her down onto her back. “There,” he whispered. “Such a pretty pussy.”

A moan leaked from her lips and her eyes fluttered closed as his fingers stroked and petted.

“Look at you. All pink and wet. Gorgeous.”

His words inflamed her senses even more and she curled her fingers into the soft cotton of the duvet. His breath tickled her flesh, and then he kissed her, soft, closed-mouth kisses over her outer lips, the patch of curls on her mound, the tender insides of her thighs. When he opened his mouth and closed her teeth on her skin there, she jumped with a shock of pleasure.

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