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“Don’t blame me.” Isabella snuggled into his shoulder. “I did my best to seduce you.”
“Yea, you did.” Rising from the bed, he left her.
“Where are you going?”
“I just need a quick shower.” What he really needed was time to think.
“Do you need company?” she asked, with erotic intent.
“No, you rest. My old body needs time to rejuvenate.” His words were proved to be lies when she rolled to her tummy and kicked a leg in the air, giving him a sexy little pout. Her rounded, epic ass looked like the sweetest invitation.
“When you return, I’ll sing praises to your body,” she promised him, adoration in her eyes.
Bull had to force himself to walk away from her. The events of the last few hours seemed surreal.
Isabella and Carmen were the same person? What did this mean?
He strode to the bathroom, flipped on the light, turning on the tap. Since he was naked, he didn’t need to disrobe. He took a piss, then stared at his face. He could see every year he’d lived etched in the lines around his mouth. The crow’s feet. The knowing skepticism in his eyes. “What does that delectable woman lying naked in your bed see in you?”
He had no answers.
But when he stepped beneath the hot water, an undeniable truth hit him right in the gut. Contrary to the logic of the matter, there was a delectable naked woman in his bed – waiting for him.
Bull took the shortest shower in history.
Isabella hadn’t moved. She had no desire to, she was right where she wanted to be. Yes, they had a lot of things to talk about, but she was ready to tell him everything. This was the man of her dreams and now that she was here, in his bed, an old American adage came to mind.
Possession was nine-tenths of the law.
She wasn’t sure what that meant, or if US law would apply to her, but it sounded good. She was here with Benedict and it would take a team of wild horses to drag her away.
A noise at the door leading to the hall caused her to raise her head.
He was back. “I need to get some underwear.” He pointed to the dresser.
Isabella rose and came to him. “Don’t get dressed on my account.”
Standing before her, naked as a jaybird, Bull felt self-conscious. He wasn’t ripped, he didn’t have a six-pack, he barely had a two-pack. He was stocky, barrel-chested, and carried around a battered self-esteem with the twenty extra pounds. “Clothes cover up a multitude of sins.”
“You have no sins to cover, mi amor.” She placed a hand on his midriff and walked around him, admiring every facet of his body.
To have this woman, who’d put most centerfolds to shame, inspecting him so closely caused Bull to blush all over.
“I love your body, Benedict Redford.” She trailed her fingers down his side, her nails raking over the skin of his buttocks. “Your chest is wide; your back is strong.” She went to her knees behind him. “You have the most unbelievable butt I’ve ever seen.”
Bull almost choked.
Her palms soothed up and down his legs. “Your thighs are like tree trunks.”
A tiny nip on his ass caused every muscle in his body to jerk. “I was wrong,” he growled the words.
“About what?” She began raining kisses over his shoulders, coming around to the front to wrap a hand around his cock.
Bull groaned, throwing back his head. “I’m not as old as I thought I was.”
Isabella let out a small giggle as she stroked him. “Let me see.” She raised up to kiss him deeply, not giving him time to commandeer the embrace. “I love your chest, it’s so sexy.” Releasing his cock, she lifted her breasts in her hands, rubbing them on his chest, moaning as her nipples brushed against his skin.
“Carmen…Isabella….” He didn’t know what name to use. “I don’t know what to call you.”
