The Love of a Latino (25 page)

At her touch, the hands on
her waist tightened a little, his eyes caressing her naked skin and as always
her body began to heat. Brining his lips dangerously close to hers, his hot breath
teased her skin. “Tell me,
Amor,
that I can make love to you and you
will not run.”

Her skin prickled, her
nipples pulled tight at the images his words resurrected. It had been so long
since she had felt this way. So long since her husband had touched her. God,
she had missed him. To answer his plea, she rose to her toes, her lips meeting
his halfway. A hot burning sensation began in the pit of her stomach, rising to
ignite a fire she thought to be buried. Moaning into his welcoming mouth she cried.
“I love you, Raphael. Please, don’t let me go again.”

Arms around her like a
protective shield he accepted what she gave. “Never,
Amor.
I will never
let you go again. You are my heart, my soul and everything else that completes
me, Dahlia.”

“Raphael?”

“¿Sí Amor?”
He whispered against her waiting lips.

“Will you
please
shut
up and kiss me?” She teased.

Raphael chuckled against her
waiting lips. “Ah,
Amor,
I plan on doing so much more than kissing you.”
He promised, before he finally claimed his prize.

****

Hours after, he lay with his
wife in his arms. This is where it all began. Here in this room, in this bed—although,
it was less than two years ago, it felt like an eternity. Dahlia’s head rested
on his bare chest, her fingers drawing circles on his skin. One hand tangled in
her curls, while the other covered her hand on his chest.

Much like another time she
questioned. “Raphael…?”

“Hmm…?”

“Do you think it is too early
to try for another baby?” Her voice brushed against his chest.

Her question caught him by
surprise. Adjusting his head to see her more clearly, he studied her face.
Caressing her cheeks he responded.
“Amor,
I promised you once that I
would deny you nothing and that is a promise I plan to keep but I must ask. Are
you sure you are ready for another child?”

Lacing her fingers with the
ones that played along her jaw she answered, “Yes, I am. I have your love,
Raphael; there is nothing more I want in this life except to have your child.”

Dios,
she was so beautiful when she wore her heart on her
face like this. Placing a tender kiss on her lips he promised, “If it is a baby
you want, my sweet one, then so it shall be.”

Tracing her lips with his
tongue, he smiled at her rapid response. Boldly, her hand moved down beneath
the sheet to touch him. “Be cautious,
mi princesa,
you are asking for
trouble.” He jokingly warned, enjoying what her touch was doing to him.

Breaking the kiss, her lips
travelled down his chest and yet still lower, her hair trailing behind. From
her new position she looked up at him, a wicked glint in her brown eyes. “No,
my
husband, it is you that needs to be cautious. Ten months is a very long
time. I have been doing a lot of reading and there is so much I have learned.
Let me show you.” She teased before she bent her head.

What was it that he was
saying earlier about putting something in her beautiful mouth? Raphael groaned
in ecstasy as his wife taught him
exactly
what she had learned.

****

When God created Adam and
Eve, he made them perfect. Disobedience on their part caused them to lose it
all, but by some miracle Rafe was able to find perfection again. Dahlia stood
before the mirror, with earrings on both hands. From his position by the
bedroom door, he admired her as she first brought the hooped earring up to her
left ear, shifting her head a little so she could observe it carefully. He
silently chuckled when she made a face, expressing a serious dislike to how she
believed the expensive piece of jewelry looked. Tossing the gold hoop on the
dressing table top, she put the diamond hanging earring to her right ear repeating
the previous procedure. Rafe would love this woman even if she wore a sack
cloth, but he truly appreciated the effort she made to accessories her already
natural beauty. When she rolled her eyes in frustration and tossed the other
earring next to the first one, Rafe intervened.

Strolling toward his wife, he
could not resist admiring the perfect creature before him. The full length,
white
Vera Wang
dress was the perfect choice for tonight’s proceedings.
The fabric covered the majority of her body, except for the soft skin of her
back. As his eyes skimmed over her, he felt the familiar signs of passion begin
to mount in him. Her hair was loosely tied at the back of her head, a few
strands flowing freely down the exposed skin of her back.

A soft giggle had him raising
his eyes to confront hers in the mirror. “What is so funny,
Amor?”

Tilting her head a little to
the right, a seductive smile creased her full lips. Embracing her from behind,
he pressed his arousal against the exposed skin of her back, succeeding in
getting another giggle from her.

“That, my love, is what is
funny.” She teased.

“You think a man in sexual
anguish is funny?” He chided playfully, his large palms coming around to
massage her new forming bump. Teasing the soft skin of her neck, he advised, “I
am in pain,
Amor,
can you not feel it too?” He rubbed harder against her
and found the sweetest satisfaction when her brown eyes dilated and clouded
over.

He cheerfully noted, “I see
you battling with the earrings. You cannot decide?”

A devious smile settled on
his face when she licked her lips, swallowed, and pressed against him. Rafe
knew exactly where this was going but they did not have time.

“The earrings, Dahlia.” He
tried to free himself from the spell she was already weaving around him.

Shaking her head lightly, she
tried to focus on his question by picking up the discarded objects. “I can’t
decide for one. I want tonight to be perfect.” She worried.

“Look at me,
Amor.”
He
commanded softly. When her eyes met his, once again, he continued, “I know how
much this fundraiser means to you but
por favor Amor,
do not worry
yourself too much.” The hand he was resting on her tummy tightened
protectively.

“I know I shouldn’t worry,
but I can’t help it. I want this to be a success. This new wing at the hospital
will be able to help so many grieving mothers.” Circling, she gathered her arms
around his neck. “Thank you, Raphael, for doing this for me, for helping me to
help these women. Sean, too, has already done so much.”

Gazing down at her beautiful
face, sadness clouded his eyes as that familiar guilt snuck in, “I was not
there to provide the support you needed, my sweet, but I hope to do my best
now. This fundraiser to construct the new wing at Mercy West Hospital is only
the beginning.”

His hand moved forward to
cover her belly once again. Sensing his concern Dahlia assured him, “Don’t
worry, Raphael. I will be more careful this time.” Her hand covered his. “I
know you are worried about us, but
please
don’t be. We are fine.”

Her words made sense but
still he worried. Losing their son had almost destroyed her…destroyed
them.
He prayed that she would never have to go through that again. “I know, my
sweet.” Placing a kiss on her lips, he detangled himself from her, giving her
some space to finish dressing, but not even space could calm his raging
testosterones.

“I spoke with Constance
today.” She was saying.

Trying to concentrate, he
looked on as she continued to fidget with the earrings. “How is she?”

“She is doing fine. Natasha
is helping her get settled in.” She informed him.

“That is good,” he responded
absent mindedly. This woman did not know the power she held over him. Still
unable to decide on which earrings to wear, she stood with both at her ears,
her teeth worrying her bottom lips.
Dios,
he could go mad just by
looking at her.

Bending forward to put her
face closer to the mirror, that delectable bottom taunted him like a child in a
candy store. “Which one do you think will be perfect?”

Outwardly groaning, Rafe
covered the space between them. Grasping her roughly around the waist he pulled
her back against his arousal. “You should know better than to bend over like
that in front of me,
Mujer.
You should know by now, how weak a man I am
when it comes to your body.”

To prove his point, he began
a slow, enticing movement of his lower body. Dahlia flattened her palm against
the dresser top in an effort to steady herself. Feral hunger flashed in her
eyes as she welcomed his touch by matching his rhythm. Placing a large palm on
her back, he pressed her further down until her tight little bottom fitted
perfectly on his groin area.

“You want perfection,
Amor?
Let me show you perfection. I will show you how perfect we fit together.” Rafe
was well aware that giving in to this weakness meant that they would be late,
but right now that was the least of his concerns. Right now he needed his wife.

Catching the material at her
thighs, he crumpled the fabric, easing it up her legs until it was bunched
around her waist. Still, his seeking fingers glided along her silky skin until
he found what he was searching for.

Perfection!

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“Winning Back His Wife”

Chapter 1

Caleb glared as the battered blue Ford SUV driving in front
of him swerved dangerously into the oncoming traffic. He was in no mood for
this. All he wanted to do was get home and get a drink. Today had been gruesome
enough, and he did not have the energy or patience to deal with this idiot.

Glancing into his side mirror, he listened to the other
motorists honking their horns, signaling their annoyance at the driver holding
up the traffic. Where was the police when you needed them? Caleb put on his
indicator then jerked his vehicle to the right but to his annoyance, the SUV
swerved right also, blocking him. He slammed on his brakes and jammed the car
horn, BEEEEP! He tried to pass the SUV, but once again, he was blocked. Growing
angrier, he swore loudly, pounding his fist on the horn again, this time longer
than the first.

“Caleb, please let him be. We will arrive home soon enough.”
His sister, Daphne tried to reason with him.

Loosening his grip on the steering wheel, he glanced at the
woman in the passenger seat next to him. It was amazing how much alike they
looked. She had the same dark-blonde curly hair, same milky white skin, same
facial features, just softer. She was beautiful, as were all the women in the
Wilder clan. Caleb glimpsed his sister sleeping in the back seat. KC was just
as beautiful but chose not to emphasize it.  Her pouted lips, painted black,
were relaxed and the ghastly earring that was linked to her nose by a silver
chain was now draped across her closed eye. Her blonde hair with short, red,
streaks looked like an erupting volcano. It drove their mother crazy. At
nineteen, she adopted the gothic look and always wore black, baggy clothing and
heavy black lipstick. Caleb loved KC, but if she didn’t change soon she would
be the death of his parents.

 “Daphne, this guy is driving like a maniac. He’s going to
kill someone.” Caleb looked down at his sister’s stomach, her large, round
belly was emphasized by the tight wool sweater she wore.

“Look I just want to get you home to Stuart and KC home to
mom so I can go home and get some rest. This psycho is holding up the traffic.”

At the mention of her name, the girl in the back seat woke
from her nap.

“Aren’t we home as yet? Caleb, can’t you make this thing go
any faster?” KC whined.

“Shut up KC! I am no happier to be stuck with you in this car
than you are to be with me, so zip it!” Caleb snapped.

“Caleb, please! I know you’re tired and I’m sure KC doesn’t
mean to be ungrateful, but I don’t like it when you shout.” Daphne O’Connor
said placing her hand gently on her brother’s arm.

She was looking at him, and Caleb could see that look of
concern in her eyes. That look she got anytime she was around him.

“What’s wrong now, Daphe?”

“You used to be so carefree; so happy. What happened to you?
It’s been five years. Don’t you think it’s time you stopped punishing yourself
for her leaving…”

“I’m sorry sis, but this has nothing… sweet mother of God!”
Caleb cried out as Daphne turned back to the road. They stared in utter horror
as the blue SUV in front, veered left and crossed the median, pummeling front
first into a red minivan. Skidding as if the road had black ice, the minivan
rammed into another vehicle to drop side first into the incline on the other
side of the road.

Caleb could hear the screeching of tires all around as
terrified motorists swerved to avoid being a part of the wreck. He brought the
GMC Sierra to a safe stop, then turned to his sisters.

“Daphne, Kace, are you guys alright?”