Page 37 of For the Love of Animals

“How about I make you come right here, querida? With people walking past outside. Some of them might stop to watch.”

“Do it.”

Black called Emmy a mental bitch, but Nate had a feeling Carmen would give her a run for her money. Carmen wasn’t only crazy, she was filthy—the best possible combination.

And he had his orders. One long kiss later, where she surprised him by biting his damn lip, he added a second finger and she detonated around him.

“Shh.” He clamped a hand over her mouth because no matter what he’d said, he really didn’t want people watching.

“I don’t hate you quite so much anymore.”

“Good. Let’s go upstairs and work on that, shall we? Because I’m going to fucking ruin you.”

She tugged her skirt down as she climbed out of the car, but he still got an eyeful. Glistening pink lips, begging for attention. She wasn’t walking fast enough on those ridiculous shoes, so he picked her up again and climbed the stairs, ready to break the door off its hinges when the key wouldn’t fit in the lock.

She snatched it from him. “Give it here; I’ll do it. You need to learn some restraint.”

“I’ve got restraint. I didn’t bend you over the hood in the parking lot.”

Carmen slammed the door shut behind them and leaned over the table. “Screw me over this instead.”

“It’s not strong enough.” He threw her onto the bed and fished a condom out of his wallet. “I’m not holding back. Not tonight.”

“You’d better not.” She stood again and tugged at the strings on the back of her dress, smiling as it loosened and fell to the floor. “Come on, I want a look at the whole package.”

Nate raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you mean another look?”

“Huh?”

“You were watching my reflection the other day.”

“Uh…” Fuck, that blush was sexy.

“Why do you think I took so long getting dressed?”

He stripped, pausing to take in all that was Carmen as she stretched out on his bed. Her smooth, tanned skin, her flat stomach, that little triangle of curls leading to the good parts. And when he finally sank his dick into her, he knew that was the only place he ever wanted it to be. He’d finally found his soulmate.

The only question was, how the fuck did they make this relationship work?

CHAPTER 17 - CARMEN

“WHAT TIME IS it?” I asked.

We’d been up all night, fucking and touching and licking and sucking and making love, and I’d lost track of time and space and reality.

Nate turned his watch towards me. “Eleven o’clock.”

“And what day is it?”

“Sunday.”

Sunday… Sunday… “There’s something we need to do today.”

“I need to do you. Plus a run to the pharmacy for more condoms. And breakfast. We could both use food.”

I sat straight up in bed. “Food! Shit! We’re due at my parents’ for lunch.”

Nate’s turn to swear. “Can’t we skip it?”

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