“Looks like you’ve arrived a little early for your dick appointment, but I think you might need my attention now.” He leaned over me and reached into my robe, fingertips skimming my mound and diving down to glance over my clit.

“I think I do.” He tipped my chin upward with his other hand and kissed me. His fingers felt cool against my heated folds.

“You’re all wet,” he whispered. “What got you this wet, Darcy?”

“Watching you. Watching and loving the way you peacock for me.”

He chuckled at that. “What can I say? I love the way you look at me. But I love looking at you more, hermosa.” He backed up and held out his hand. “Come here.”

I stood and took his hand. He led me over to the more secluded end of the piazza. The same ivy vines that created a dark shelter on the piazza outside of my bedroom created a curtain here where he pulled me down onto the comfortable couch. Just a day ago, I’d lounged on this same couch with my sisters and lamented about the melancholia of old age settling on me now that Jared was married and creating a family of his own. I felt none of that as Tommy pulled me down next to him so we could cuddle together.

With my back to his front, his hold on me felt possessive, and when his big hand spread over my lower belly under my robe, I let myself sink into it because who knew when I would have someone hold me this way again?

Tommy kissed my neck, and his fingers inched toward the apex of my thighs. “Do you want to say it, or should I?” he asked.

“Say what?”

He growled and nipped my neck with the edge of his teeth. It didn’t hurt necessarily, but it startled me, and he took that moment to slide his hand down between my legs, holding my pussy in the palm of his hand.

“It’s not fair that you’re making me be the vulnerable one, hermosa. I know you’re thinking it too... I know you’re feeling it.” He soothed the place he’d nipped with a kiss and a lick, then began to play with my clit with his middle finger while his other hand reached into my robe to pinch my nipples. His touch felt different today. It was tinged with a little anger, and I understood why. This thing that had happened between us over the last few days felt magical. Perfect in some ways, and if I allowed myself to go there, I would use words like meant to be and fate, but I couldn’t keep him, so why give in to those thoughts? Why would I hurt him and myself in that way?

“Saying it won’t change anything,” I murmured finally.

“I know that. Don’t you think I fucking know that?”