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The rain of the previous day and night was gone and the sun was shining through her bedroom windows. With a content sigh, she opened her eyes, a swarm of butterflies rising in her tummy when her gaze fell on Frankie still fast asleep beside her.
He was lying on his back, one arm resting on his bare chest, the other one as a make-shift pillow beneath his head. She still couldn’t quite believe that he was actually here and how utterly beautiful he looked like this. His soft brown hair tussled from sleep, curling slightly at the nape of his neck, the strong profile of his nose puncturing the air, a sharp contrast to the softness of his lips that she longed to feel again, knowing that she had been addicted to them from the moment they had first touched hers last night.
Being this close to him and able to properly contemplate his features for the first time, she noticed something else that she had never seen before and a wave of love surged through her.
Carefully, she pushed herself up a little and slid closer to him, placing a soft kiss to the heart-shaped bit of skin visible in the patchy beard along his jaw.
He stirred lightly and she quickly pulled away, watching as he rolled to his side with a quiet grunt before slowly blinking his eyes open. When they met hers, a sleepy smile spread on his face, making her all warm and fuzzy inside.
“Hi,” he rasped, his voice still low and heavy with sleep.
“Hi,” she smiled back, edging closer again when his large palm came to rest on her flank, squeezing it slightly. “How did you sleep?”
“Like a log.” His hand pushed up her sleep shirt, caressing the soft skin beneath it. “Not used to that much … exercise anymore.”
She smiled cheekily. “You should probably practice more, then.”
“I definitely should. Gotta get in shape for my girl.”
Her smile grew wider and warmth ran through her at the endearment. “I’m pretty sure your girl loves you just the way you are.”
“You’re just saying that because you haven’t seen my friends yet. Somehow, these bastards are still in their military shape and I … got that dad bod.”
She laughed, brushing a stray curl from his face. “Well, first of all, I hope you don’t think me so superficial as to be impressed by a six-pack or anything like that. And second of all, you really have no idea how incredibly gorgeous you are, do you?”
The blush rising to his cheeks almost made her melt with love. “Can’t say anyone has ever called me that.”
“Well, then get used to it because you, Frankie Morales, are a fucking masterpiece.” She rolled even closer, almost lying on his chest. “You have no idea how long I’ve been dreaming about being able to just do this.” She gently kissed the tender flesh just beneath his jaw, feeling his pulse pump against her lips. “Or this.” Another kiss to his collar bone. “Or this.” Pushing down the blanket she made her way further south, his breath hitching when she eventually kissed his soft tummy right above the seam of his boxers before coming back up and looking him straight into his warm chocolate eyes. “And you know what the best part is? You’re not just incredibly sexy on the outside, but even more so on the inside.”
If he had not been hopelessly in love with her already, this would have sealed the deal for good. Seeing the honesty in her beautiful face made him fall for her harder and harder every second, and overwhelmed by the unfamiliar praise, he didn’t know what to say.
“C’mere, Hermosa,” he whispered, cupping the side of her head with his large hand and pulling her into a gentle kiss. She sighed softly, her eyes closing as she deepened the kiss, finally sliding on top of him.
He knew that as long as he lived, he would never get tired of this. The way her body felt against his, her delicate hands brushing through his hair and over his biceps, the taste of her lips, and the sweet, sweet sounds she made when she started to roll her hips against his hardening length.
Breaking the kiss, she sat up and pulled her shirt over her head, tossing it aside and leaving her gloriously bare in front of him.
He swallowed, hands sliding over her thighs and squeezing them slightly as she moved to straddle his leg, a sensual sigh escaping her when her core slid over his skin, creating just the right amount of friction.
If it was possible to die from pure bliss and disbelief, he was definitely knocking on Heaven’s door. How did he ever get so lucky as having this amazing woman with him? Being able to touch her, to kiss her, to see the pleasure she received through him, his thumb helping her go higher and higher, till she came with a suppressed moan, her hands pressing down on his chest, her juices covering his flexing thigh.
“Fuck, Rainfly, that was so hot,” he rasped, hardly able to breathe through the almost unbearable need for her, his hands stroking and caressing every part of her they could reach, squeezing her breasts, hips bucking at the sinful moan she let out at his touch.
With a dreamy smile she leaned down and kissed him slowly before rising to her knees and finally helping him get rid of his boxers, and he sprang free, hot and heavy and already leaking.
“I love you, Frankie,” she whispered, her breath hitching when she carefully lowered herself down on him. “I love you so freaking much.”
Needing to be even closer to her, he sat up as well, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her deeply while their bodies started to move in the most perfect rhythm like they had already done this a million times before. “I love you, too, Hermosa. You have no idea what you’re doing to me. You – fuck – you feel so incredible. You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever met. You’re so kind, smart, sexy – oh, shit. You keep squeezing me like that, querida, and this will be over in a second.”
“Then stop saying such nice things about me,” she panted, rocking harder against him and biting her lip as she felt the knot in her stomach tighten again.
“Never.”
Melting into another kiss, they forgot time and space, bringing as much pleasure and love to the other being their only objective, and when their highs finally crashed over them, the entire universe seized to exist for a moment.
Slowly coming back to her senses, she rested her head on his shoulder, both of them still trying to catch their breaths, his warm hands sliding soothingly up and down her back as he peppered kisses onto her shoulder and neck, whispering sweet nothings against her skin.
“I wish we could just stay like this forever,” she sighed, raising her head again and brushing a sweaty curl from his forehead.
“Me too,” he smiled, kissing her softly. “But I’m afraid, we’ll have to leave the house eventually. At least I do when Maya’s mom brings her back later today.”
“We’re gonna be the talk of the entire street when Mrs. Carpenter sees you leave my house.”
“Does that bother you?”
“The neighbours gossiping about me spending the night with the most wonderful man on Earth? Not in the least. As long as this wasn’t a one-time thing.”
He cocked his head, looking at her in mock outrage, his hands playfully slapping her ass. “Do you really think me stupid enough to make this a one-time thing when I finally have everything I’ve been dreaming of for months?”
“Just wanted to hear you say it,” she grinned and he laughed, kissing her again.
“If I could, I would take you home with me immediately. I can’t imagine spending another night without you. But I first have to find a way to explain to Maya why you’re no longer just her babysitter but will hopefully spend more time with us. Because no matter how much I love you, Maya will always come first and I hope that’s okay with you.”
He anxiously watched her, unaware of the warmth his words filled her with. “Frankie, you being a wonderful father is one of the reasons I love you. And I love Maya so much. I can’t wait to finally get to spend time with both of you. It’s such torture being in love with the father of the kid you’re babysitting because whenever we saw each other, one of us would have to leave within a few minutes and all I ever wanted was for you to stay.”
“That’s exactly how I felt too. So hopefully Maya won't be too confused by this change.”
“I don’t think we have to worry about this,” she smiled. “When I explained to her what a date is, the other day, she ended up wanting you to marry me instead of that other woman.”
“Oh. I – I didn’t know that. Wow, the way kids’ minds work. Marrying you, that … that would be … I mean…”
She laughed, her arms around his neck tapping him lightly. “Relax, Frankie. She was just thinking of Cinderella and her Prince. Kids that age make up the wildest things and I don’t expect you to marry me. After all, despite everything, we still don’t really know each other. Over time, you might get terribly annoyed by something I do that you don’t know yet.”
“I highly doubt it.”
“Yeah, me too. I’m pretty much perfect.”
He laughed, his heart soaring at the sight of her beautiful smile and the mischievous glint in her eyes. “You most definitely are.”
They kissed again before falling silent, just enjoying being close to each other, no words needed to express their feelings.
“One day, I will, though,” he eventually broke the silence. “One day, I’m gonna ask you to marry me.”
She smiled, her fingers brushing through his soft curls as she leaned in for another sweet kiss. “And I'm gonna say yes.”