Chapter 22. Loco (1)

Dinara

Their lovemaking culminated in his bed. Replete, sore, and utterly satisfied, she was dead to the world until he woke her up to serve her a warm plate of steak and potatoes. Lo and behold, El Patrón knew how to cook. A man of many talents, she was satisfied on every level.

Rafael was a wonderful lover. The feelings he evoked through his touches made his emotions for her so obvious even a blind man could see.

With not so many words spoken between the two of them, she let him be. Silence was their solace. Understanding what was happening, she laid plaint in his arms and let him explore her as he had wished until the early hours of dawn. Until they were both wrung out and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

“I want more of these before you leave.” Surprised, she looked up at him. Her eyes hooded, hiding behind her thick lashes, she observed her lover.

His words hurt. A lot. Despite the emotions he had shown while he made love to every inch of her body