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Three
     
    The only light came from the radiant numbers on
the face of the digital clock on the nightstand on Cassidy’s side of the bed,
but Antonio could see her well enough.
    He knew what she’d been up to. When he removed
Cassidy from the guest bedroom, the feel of her soft body against his and the
scent of her rose water–scented hair had colluded to keep him awake with an
erection of steel. He’d finally managed to relax, though sleep evaded him.
    Before getting married, his parents had given
him lots of advice, acquired after thirty-plus   years of marriage. They had
certain rules they lived by and encouraged him to employ in his own marriage.
Rule number one had been to never go to bed angry with each other. No way he
could live up to that one with Cassidy as his wife, so he’d long ago crossed it
off his list. The second he could certainly control: when under the same roof,
always sleep in the same bed.
    Despite her foul attitude, he’d been determined
they would spend the night together. While Cassidy moved around, he’d lain
quietly, conjuring as many nonsexual thoughts as he could to get the blood in
his groin to disperse and nourish other body parts. Then he heard the soft
mewling noises behind him. The sounds derailed his attempt to stifle his lust
and made him even harder because he’d known right away what she was up to.
    He propped up on an elbow. The tangled
bedcovers rested low on her waist. He lowered his gaze, and even though she lay
on her side, he could see her hand was inside her underwear. He swore softly.
    “What are you doing, Cass?” he whispered.
    She took a deep breath, but continued to ignore
him.
    “Give me your hand,” he said.
    She didn’t move. She could be so stubborn.
    “Give it to me.” Thinking about what she’d been
doing without him made his voice hoarse. The least she could’ve done was let
him watch.
    Not waiting for her to follow through, he
cuffed her wrist and easily pulled out her hand. In the ambient light of the
room, he could see the moisture on her two middle fingers—the digits she’d been
using to get herself off.
    “I’m right here, and you’re doing this? Hmm . .
. ?” 
    He brought them to his nose and inhaled the
musky feminine perfume of arousal. The need to taste overwhelmed him, and he
plunged her fingers into his mouth and sucked, taking his time as he used his
tongue and lips to pull off every drop. She moaned softly the entire time, her
eyes heavy lidded as she watched him relish the act of licking her fingers
clean.
    “You’re next,” he said when he finished.
    He covered her body with his and kissed her
parted lips—soft as pillows and sweet as honey. He consumed them, thrusting his
tongue into her mouth and feeding with an eagerness and hunger that had been
restrained for almost two weeks. He sought her concession, which she willingly
offered, all thoughts of resistance long dissipated. 
    They sucked on each other’s mouths, and
their tongues dueled, slipping and sliding over each other as the kiss deepened
and hunger sharpened. He moved his hands down to her buttocks and squeezed as
he pressed his hard body into hers, grinding his length dead center where she
ached. Their bodies fit together perfectly, and he groaned as he imagined how
warm and wet she already was.
    When he dragged her underwear down her
legs, a helpless sound slipped from her throat. He kissed his way down her
stomach and tossed one slender leg over his shoulder. With a rough groan, he
lowered his head to the juncture between her legs. He kissed her, then used his
tongue to stroke her swollen labia, extra sensitive because it was bare and
smooth. 
    “You taste so good, mami .”
    Cassidy clutched his head. His hair was
too long, but she loved it. Loved to tangle her fingers in the soft, curly
strands. She curled her spine, offering moans of encouragement, her head tossed
back as she gave herself over to the heat he created with the intimate caresses
of his