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I found her clit with my thumb and rubbed, gradually increasing mypace.
Kaia kissed me—an open-mouthed, hungry kiss I could never get enough of. No matter how many times we made love, it was never enough.
I pulled out almost completely and drove back in harder, faster.
She dug her nails into my back. “Don’t stop, Ash. Please, don’t stop.”
She was soaked. So fucking ready to come all over me it pushed me to the brink of my own release.
I rubbed her clit faster, sucking at the tender skin of her throat, her collarbone, the swell of her breasts. Then I felt it—the ripple, the squeeze of her body as she moaned in my ear.
“Just like that, mi amor,” I murmured against her parted lips before seizing them in a deep, filthy kiss. I kept moving while she spasmed around me, chasing my own release as our breaths tangled.
My spine tingled. Pleasure detonated, and I emptied into the condom, my body shaking.
Kaia slid her fingers through my damp hair, pushing it back from my forehead while I clung to her, fighting for air.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I whispered, burying my face in her neck.
She kissed the tip of my nose. “You’re not too bad yourself. I think I’ll keep you.”
There was so much I wanted her to know—that every time with her felt transcendent. That I’d never come so hard or wanted anyone so much. That sex with her wasn’t just release—it was intimate, raw, vulnerable.
Instead, I whispered, “Please do.”
CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
Kaia
After a week in Madrid, Asher and I reached his grandma’s town, El Puerto de Santa María. It was past ten when he parked our rental car in the yard of a whitewashed two-story house. While he grabbed our luggage from the trunk, I took in the scene.
Everything felt different from Madrid—the white house with ochre shutters, the salty tang of the ocean carried on each gust of wind, the hush of the night broken only by voices drifting from the street where people still lingered.
“Is this what you expected?” Asher asked, draping an arm around my shoulders.
“Not really. But I love it.”
He smiled, then called out, “¡Abuela!”
Shutters creaked open on the second floor, and a smiling woman leaned out. “¿No tienes las llaves?”Don’t you have the keys?
I bit back a grin as Asher patted his jeans pockets.
“In the car?” I suggested.
With a groan, he trudged back to the Mercedes. The front door opened, and his grandma stepped out, her tanned face still bright with a smile. Stylish, with a chin-length bob and warm brown highlights, she beckoned me closer. Golden rings glittered on her fingers under the yellow glow of the porch lamp.
I went to her, and she cupped my cheeks. “God, you’re beautiful. That picture doesn’t do you justice.”
That picture?I glanced at Asher. He held the keys aloft, winking. “Got them. Sorry it took us so long. I stopped to show Kaia some places on the way.”
“As you should,” his grandma said. “Well, Kaia, I am Maricarmen. Are you hungry?”
Her English carried only the faintest accent. Asher had told me she taught English, though most people here would speak only Spanish. That didn’t bother me.
“Not really,” I said. “Unless you want to eat?”
“Tomorrow.” She smoothed a hand over my hair with easy affection. “Asher will show you his room. Well, his and yours. But if you’d rather he left you alone, take any guest room you like.”
