The Cuban Assignation

Chapter Five

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John stood for a moment admiring the view, not of the storm, but of Cara leaning over the balcony, every curve silhouetted against the night sky. She turned and flashed him a cheeky grin over her shoulder, “Come on,” she urged.

John made his way over. The balcony was small so he positioned himself just behind her. He realised he was almost holding his breath, partly in anticipation of the storm breaking and partly at the effort of not touching her.  Cara was holding her breath too, intensely aware of his heat radiating against her back. She longed for him to close the gap between them, to feel his body against hers, but he made no movement.

There was another long, deep roll of thunder, followed by an almighty flash of lightening that illuminated the city before them as far as they could see. Then the rain came, with no build up, just instant torrents of water pouring from the sky, and bringing with them a light breeze that swirled across the balcony.

Cara shivered slightly, feeling the prickle of goose bumps on her arms. John must have noticed them too she realised, for suddenly she felt his hands, large and warm on her chilled skin. The sensation of his touch, combined with another cataclysmic flash of lightening, made her jump and she stumbled slightly backwards, finally bringing their bodies into contact again. She heard his sharp intake of breath and felt his grip on her tighten momentarily. Then his hands were sliding down her arms and around her waist, pulling her closer still. Encouragingly, she crossed her arms, resting them lightly on his. And then she felt the slight scratch of his beard against her cheek as he nuzzled her hair to one side, his breath hot on her ear as he whispered, “I’m right in thinking we’re now officially ‘off-the-clock’ as far as work is concerned, aren’t I?” His lips made contact with the soft flesh behind and beneath her ear as he awaited her answer. Cara nodded, unable to reply.

“Good, because there’s something I need to tell you.” He murmured huskily.

Cara turned her head against his shoulder, looking quizzically up at him. He bent his head and kissed her slowly, his mouth soft yet commanding against hers, before moving across her cheek. His lips brushed her ear as he spoke, sending ripples of sensation all over her body.

“Quiero hacerte el amor…”

In spite of the fiercely rolling thunder, he heard her shaky gasp of surprise and for a moment wondered if he should have been little less forthright. Then she turned in his arms, her left hand curling around his neck and her right arm snaking around his waist as she looked up and spoke the words that finally confirmed she wanted him as much as he did her

“I thought you’d never ask.”

John’s piercing blue eyes were almost black with lust as he lowered his head, taking Cara’s mouth hungrily, his tongue gently parting her soft, full lips and exploring her mouth.

She kissed him back fervently, unable to control her need for him. She felt like every nerve ending in her body was channelling the lightening that continued to fork and dance across the sky outside. Her hands skimmed over his back, the feel of his warm skin and toned muscles beneath his shirt making her long to remove it as soon as possible.

John could not remember the last time he wanted a woman as much as he wanted Cara at that moment - in fact, he was struggling to manage any coherent thought whatsoever as he felt Cara pull his head lower, her hot tongue swirling teasingly over his earlobe, before her lips traced a line of soft, moist kisses down his neck to the base of his throat and the small patch of chest exposed by the undone top buttons of his shirt. A hiss of a sigh escaped his lips as his head fell back, relishing the sensations she was causing, but he needed more. His hands slid from her waist to cup her rounded backside, pulling her hard against him. Cara moaned softly as she realised the full extent of his arousal, a sound echoed by John as he felt the scalloped lace edge of her underwear beneath the thin, red silk jersey dress she was wearing. With one swift movement he lifted her off her feet and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Mouths still exploring one another, he carried her over to the bed and placed her in the centre, partially covering her body with his own as he returned to kiss her mouth deeply once more. He pushed her long, dark hair back from her face, stroking her neck and collarbone gently before tracing the v-shaped neckline of her dress first with his fingertips and then with his mouth, the slight prickle of his beard adding to the sensation and making Cara squirm with delight beneath him. His hand travelled slowly up from her waist, teasing the curve of her breast before his caresses became firmer in response to her quickened breathing and he felt her nipple hard against his palm through the fabric. His hand returned to her waist, where he deftly untied the fastening of the wraparound dress and peeled the fabric away from her body.