...Tina knew what they were doing was wrong. They were on opposite sides of the law. Now that Carlos was in custody, jail was his only destination. His future and hers could no longer mesh. But all she could think about in the long night since they’d taken him to the hospital was how wonderful he’d felt in her arms. How blissful it would be if they could make love one last time.

Emotion crushed into her chest as his lips kneaded hers. She loved him, she always would, but it wasn’t meant to be.

One last time…

Determined fingers plucked open the buttons of her sweater. He broke off the kiss and slithered his tongue down her throat to the curve of her breast in the low-cut bra. A flick of his thumb released the hook in front. He caught the weight of her breast in his hands, groaning as he suckled first one nipple, then the other, over and over, then deeper and harder. Need burned in her belly. Her clit wept for attention.

Tina dusted her hand down the expanse of his board flat stomach. The sheets were tented from his erection. She had to see him, to feel the heat pulsing through his dick. She yanked away the sheets, peeled up his hospital gown, and wrapped her fingers around his cock. It twitched beneath her long stroke. She felt a bead of pre-cum caress her hand. Hiking up her long skirt, she hauled herself astride him. Hot kisses rained down her midriff. The zipper of her skirt opened at Carlos’s demand, baring her navel. He twirled his tongue around it, then pierced the well.