Diego's hand twitched with the need to wrap around her stomach and pull her in tighter.
“Hey, neighbor,” he whispered in her ear.
Hannah’s body shuddered against him, and his mouth watered. He wanted so badly to nibble her ear, then her neck, but he knew he’d struggle to stop at just that.
“Enjoying the show?” he asked.
Her gaze remained fixed on the window, staring inside at her husband with someone else.
“Why don’t you interrupt them?”
She shook her head, her hair brushing against his cheek. “It doesn’t matter.” Her voice was so low, the breeze almost snatched it away.
“No?” Diego’s hand snaked out, sliding along her belly. All his worst intentions rose to the forefront of his mind when, instead of jerking away, her legs shifted and her back pressed fully against his chest. “And what about you, Hannah? Do you get to do the same as your husband?”
She shook her head again, the scent of her hair almost minty, maybe something with eucalyptus.
“That doesn’t seem right. How about taking some revenge?” He breathed in that sharp scent of her, the intensity almost intoxicating. “Let me take care of you, mami.”
She let out the smallest gasp as her body shuddered against his again. “That wouldn’t be right.”
“I think it would be delicious.” He gave in to his need, brushing his lips over her shoulder. Her head shifted, providing him better access, and his body shook as he held back from giving in to temptation.
“Let me touch you,” he begged.
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