A knock sounded at the door. Miguel. She shot up, pulling her pajama top down around her waist. “Just a moment.”
She pulled on her pants and robe before opening the door a crack. “Is something wrong?”
He leaned against the door frame. “I heard some noises. For a minute, I thought it was…but you’re a nun, so that’s out. So I figured something was wrong.”
He gazed at her with such concern, Adele was sure she was going straight to hell. “I, um, just had a bad dream. I’m sorry to have woken you.”
“I wasn’t sleeping.” His voice had taken on a deeper, more guttural tone. “I couldn’t sleep.” His hand reached out and hesitantly stroked her cheek. Something inside Adele broke. She grabbed his shirt and hauled him inside.
His arms circled her waist, pulling her towards him. It had been a while since Adele had kissed anyone other than family and friends, but she found her rhythm quickly. She drew back slightly, drawing her tongue along his bottom lip. It used to drive men wild when she was younger, and she was pleased to see it had the same effect on Miguel.
“I shouldn’t be doing this. Especially not with you.” She tilted her head to the side to give him better access to her neck. “This is so wrong.”
Miguel paused briefly. “We can stop if you want.”
She pulled him back. “No.”