need to get my boots off.”
If she had any kind of reservations, they were stopped with the smile he bestowed upon her.
“Sure thing,” he said, his gaze moving to her breasts first, then back up to her face. “Sit.”
“What?”
“Sit on the bed.”
He didn't wait for her to obey him. Instead, he led her over to the bed. Once she was seated, he kissed her, soft, wet, and lingering. His hands slipped over her breasts, teasing them gently before he moved away. Then, without telling her what he had planned, he turned and faced the opposite direction.
“Foot.”
“What?”
He looked back over his shoulder at her. “Your foot.”
She raised it between his legs, and he bent to pull the boot off her foot. Oh, lord, it gave her the most amazing view of his ass. There was something about a man who knew how to wear a pair of jeans, and Carlos definitely did.
He skimmed his hands down her leg, then into her boot as he slid it off her foot. It shouldn't be sensual in the least, but his fingers lingered on her foot, pressing into the arch before he tugged off her sock.
“Next.”
She lifted her other foot and offered it up, and he gave it the same treatment. Tia leaned back on the mattress and closed her eyes. By the time he turned to face her, her body shivered with need as heat coursed through her blood.
She opened her eyes the moment she felt his hands on her jeans.
“No, wait.”
“What now?”
He sounded so much like a little boy who had been denied his favorite toy.
“You have way too many clothes on.”
“Oh, I can fix that.”
He easily unbuttoned his shirt, then slipped it from his shoulders. Real horsemen were usually in good shape, but add in the Marine background and the Santini genes, and the man was a prime specimen of manhood. Sculpted shoulders, a six pack that was definitely defined, and, oh my, his pecs. They were beyond beautiful. She had seen him shirtless before, of course. Now, though, Tia knew that Carlos was hers to have, even if just for a little while.
“Now you,” he said before bending over and grabbing the waistband of her jeans. She thought he would rip them off her. Truth was, she almost wished for that. Instead, though, he slid them down her legs, slowly, teasing her as he trailed his fingers over her skin. The man was a menace to her sanity.
After he tossed her jeans onto the floor, she expected him to make quick work of her panties. Instead, he skimmed his hands up the insides of her thighs and used one hand to cup her mons. Her panties were definitely wet from her arousal. A growl rumbled in his chest, as he dropped to his knees beside the bed. He grabbed her by the hips and drew her closer, then slipped off her panties.
“I’ve been dreaming of taking a taste of you for months,” he said. She sat up and rested her weight on her elbows. He captured her gaze with his before saying, “And now I definitely plan to enjoy every minute.”
He set his mouth against her mound, his tongue dipping into her wet core. He closed his eyes and hummed against the sensitive flesh, then pulled her clit between his teeth. She closed her eyes and spread her legs even more. Each time his tongue plunged into her, she felt herself getting closer to release. He added his finger and doubled the assault. It only took that much. Her orgasm blasted through her, leaving her breathless and overwhelmed. Tia screamed his name as she convulsed against his mouth.
He lifted away from her, but kept his finger inside of her. Just as she was coming down from her orgasm, he pressed his thumb against her clit to send her soaring once more.
“Fucking beautiful,” he said. She looked down her body at him, then closed her eyes. She could barely think of her name, let alone a response.
Rising to his feet, he divested himself of his boots and pants. Holy lord, the man wasn’t wearing any underwear.
“Do you always go around like that?” she asked.
He looked down, then back up at her. “Only
If she had any kind of reservations, they were stopped with the smile he bestowed upon her.
“Sure thing,” he said, his gaze moving to her breasts first, then back up to her face. “Sit.”
“What?”
“Sit on the bed.”
He didn't wait for her to obey him. Instead, he led her over to the bed. Once she was seated, he kissed her, soft, wet, and lingering. His hands slipped over her breasts, teasing them gently before he moved away. Then, without telling her what he had planned, he turned and faced the opposite direction.
“Foot.”
“What?”
He looked back over his shoulder at her. “Your foot.”
She raised it between his legs, and he bent to pull the boot off her foot. Oh, lord, it gave her the most amazing view of his ass. There was something about a man who knew how to wear a pair of jeans, and Carlos definitely did.
He skimmed his hands down her leg, then into her boot as he slid it off her foot. It shouldn't be sensual in the least, but his fingers lingered on her foot, pressing into the arch before he tugged off her sock.
“Next.”
She lifted her other foot and offered it up, and he gave it the same treatment. Tia leaned back on the mattress and closed her eyes. By the time he turned to face her, her body shivered with need as heat coursed through her blood.
She opened her eyes the moment she felt his hands on her jeans.
“No, wait.”
“What now?”
He sounded so much like a little boy who had been denied his favorite toy.
“You have way too many clothes on.”
“Oh, I can fix that.”
He easily unbuttoned his shirt, then slipped it from his shoulders. Real horsemen were usually in good shape, but add in the Marine background and the Santini genes, and the man was a prime specimen of manhood. Sculpted shoulders, a six pack that was definitely defined, and, oh my, his pecs. They were beyond beautiful. She had seen him shirtless before, of course. Now, though, Tia knew that Carlos was hers to have, even if just for a little while.
“Now you,” he said before bending over and grabbing the waistband of her jeans. She thought he would rip them off her. Truth was, she almost wished for that. Instead, though, he slid them down her legs, slowly, teasing her as he trailed his fingers over her skin. The man was a menace to her sanity.
After he tossed her jeans onto the floor, she expected him to make quick work of her panties. Instead, he skimmed his hands up the insides of her thighs and used one hand to cup her mons. Her panties were definitely wet from her arousal. A growl rumbled in his chest, as he dropped to his knees beside the bed. He grabbed her by the hips and drew her closer, then slipped off her panties.
“I’ve been dreaming of taking a taste of you for months,” he said. She sat up and rested her weight on her elbows. He captured her gaze with his before saying, “And now I definitely plan to enjoy every minute.”
He set his mouth against her mound, his tongue dipping into her wet core. He closed his eyes and hummed against the sensitive flesh, then pulled her clit between his teeth. She closed her eyes and spread her legs even more. Each time his tongue plunged into her, she felt herself getting closer to release. He added his finger and doubled the assault. It only took that much. Her orgasm blasted through her, leaving her breathless and overwhelmed. Tia screamed his name as she convulsed against his mouth.
He lifted away from her, but kept his finger inside of her. Just as she was coming down from her orgasm, he pressed his thumb against her clit to send her soaring once more.
“Fucking beautiful,” he said. She looked down her body at him, then closed her eyes. She could barely think of her name, let alone a response.
Rising to his feet, he divested himself of his boots and pants. Holy lord, the man wasn’t wearing any underwear.
“Do you always go around like that?” she asked.
He looked down, then back up at her. “Only
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