by Fawn Lowery
Tears threatened the back of Cara’s eyes. She raised one hand and caressed his cheek. This marvelous man — this renowned architect — had just proclaimed he loved her!
“You can’t even open a condom,” she murmured, her voice on the verge of cracking.
He threw back his head and laughed loudly. “As long as one of us can get them open —“
He pulled her into his arms and hugged her so tightly she thought she would stop breathing.
“I love you, Gabe,” she confessed, savoring the feel of his muscled arms wrapped around her.
He let out a long breath and suddenly Cara understood the reason behind it. She broke their hug.
“You were thinking I was having sex with you because you’re my idol,” she said.
He nodded his head. “Yes. I’ve been the victim of fan adoration before. I think they’re called groupies.” He chuckled. “I’m not a rock star — for Pete’s sake.”
“But you’re a handsome, successful man who is known around the world, Gabe. It’s no wonder women are attracted to you.” She caressed his cheek. “I admit I had sex with you the first time because of who you are — but —“
“But — what?” he urged, his eyes holding her gaze.
“But I wasn’t certain why you were having sex with me. I thought you might be taking advantage of me because I idolized you.”
He pulled her back into his arms. “Good grief, Cara. You said it yourself. I can’t even open a damn condom — does that sound like I’m smart enough to take advantage of a foxy lady like you?”
She laughed at his words.
“Truthfully, honey. It began as lust — but now it’s love.”
“Yes,” she agreed, tightening her arms around his neck. “Yes. It’s love.”
He kissed her then, deeply, and his hands began to caress her back, then lowered to press her belly into his abdomen. The unmistakable feel of a budding erection pressed against Cara’s belly.
Suddenly he groaned and broke their embrace. Leaving Cara standing in the middle of the room, he crossed the floor to the door.
“Where are you going?” she called.
“Down the hall to get the condoms!”
About the Author
I’ve been living my dream of writing for pay for fifteen years, but when I’m not at my desk, I enjoy riding motorcycles with my husband Dave. We’ve toured the lower forty-eight states and had many wonderful adventures. We have plans to visit Alaska and Hawaii in the next two summers. When I’m not traveling or writing, I enjoy reading and taking long walks with my sweetheart.
