flat brown nipples, and she smiled at him tenderly as she circled first it, then its twin, with her fingernail. He sighed. “You’re even better than the dreams.”
He removed her T-shirt and tossed it aside, then bent his head to kiss her lightly and repeatedly, skimming her mouth and face, then moving down to her neck, her shoulders, and the delicate skin above the cups of her bra. He savored her as if she were fine white chocolate, too wonderful to be consumed hurriedly.
She felt perspiration gathering on her skin. “You’re burning me up inside,” she said in a pleading tone. “And it’s magnificent.”
He whispered several earthy words of praise in Spanish, and her back arched as if he’d stroked her. Shea looked up into his eyes to find admiration there. “I just wanted to see if you’d understand those,” he murmured, smiling tenderly.
“I didn’t grow up sheltered, Alejandro. In my neighborhood, everyone knew those words.”
“I meant them to be loving.”
“I know,” she answered, her eyes never leaving his. She cleared her throat and complimented him in the same frank, gentle way, using words she never thought she’d hear from her own lips. But they were right, because civilized words would never do justice to this lovely, rough-cut diamond of a man. And as she whispered them to him, his eyes glittered and his breath came faster.
“An amazing woman,” he said at last.
They kissed again, and their hands traded explorations, sometimes slow, sometimes hurried, but alwayswith a sense of wonder. He undid the fastenings that held her hair and ran his fingers through the rich golden strands, calling her Palomino as he did.
Shea trailed her fingertips down the center of his stomach and then to the coarse material of his jeans. He shuddered as she traced the outline of his desire beneath the fabric. When she cupped him, his hips moved reflexively. Chuckling between clenched teeth, he pulled her hand up to his mouth and kissed it.
“Whoa,
querida
. Control is too important, and I’ve almost lost mine.”
She burrowed her head against his throat and licked the hollow of musky skin between his collarbones. “You’re the man who’s chided me for being too controlled.”
“Ah, I remember. And I need to do something about that right now.”
Abruptly he pushed her flat on her back and kissed her roughly, his tongue darting in and out of her mouth, his lips grinding on hers with a calculated force that aroused her without causing pain. He anchored both hands on the straps of her white bra and tugged it to her waist, then reached under her and jerked the snap free.
Shea gasped as he suddenly put his mouth on one of her nipples, his lips and tongue working in unison to delight her. He treated the other nipple just as well, then cupped her breasts in his hands and squeezed them rhythmically.
The world was falling away from her, lost in a haze of emotion and desire that cleansed her of lingering doubts. She had been waiting for this man all her life. She raised her head and watched the intimacy taking place between his mouth and her skin. Shea sighed with happiness and tried to talk, to be more than a languidparticipant in the beautiful drama that was unfolding, but he gently pressed one finger to her lips.
“Enjoy. Let yourself be pleasured. Let yourself be loved,” he crooned.
Her head sank back, and she twined her fingers into his black hair. Her body was so heavy and limp that when he got on his knees and began removing her boots she wondered whimsically how he could lift her feet.
She watched, transfixed, as he undid her jeans and hooked his fingers into the waistband. With infinite care he stripped the last of her clothes away, then knelt beside her again, his eyes roaming over her slowly, as if her body were a map he wanted to memorize at first sight.
“Exquisita,”
he told her gruffly. He put a hand on her flat, quivering, stomach and stroked downward to the golden curls between her
He removed her T-shirt and tossed it aside, then bent his head to kiss her lightly and repeatedly, skimming her mouth and face, then moving down to her neck, her shoulders, and the delicate skin above the cups of her bra. He savored her as if she were fine white chocolate, too wonderful to be consumed hurriedly.
She felt perspiration gathering on her skin. “You’re burning me up inside,” she said in a pleading tone. “And it’s magnificent.”
He whispered several earthy words of praise in Spanish, and her back arched as if he’d stroked her. Shea looked up into his eyes to find admiration there. “I just wanted to see if you’d understand those,” he murmured, smiling tenderly.
“I didn’t grow up sheltered, Alejandro. In my neighborhood, everyone knew those words.”
“I meant them to be loving.”
“I know,” she answered, her eyes never leaving his. She cleared her throat and complimented him in the same frank, gentle way, using words she never thought she’d hear from her own lips. But they were right, because civilized words would never do justice to this lovely, rough-cut diamond of a man. And as she whispered them to him, his eyes glittered and his breath came faster.
“An amazing woman,” he said at last.
They kissed again, and their hands traded explorations, sometimes slow, sometimes hurried, but alwayswith a sense of wonder. He undid the fastenings that held her hair and ran his fingers through the rich golden strands, calling her Palomino as he did.
Shea trailed her fingertips down the center of his stomach and then to the coarse material of his jeans. He shuddered as she traced the outline of his desire beneath the fabric. When she cupped him, his hips moved reflexively. Chuckling between clenched teeth, he pulled her hand up to his mouth and kissed it.
“Whoa,
querida
. Control is too important, and I’ve almost lost mine.”
She burrowed her head against his throat and licked the hollow of musky skin between his collarbones. “You’re the man who’s chided me for being too controlled.”
“Ah, I remember. And I need to do something about that right now.”
Abruptly he pushed her flat on her back and kissed her roughly, his tongue darting in and out of her mouth, his lips grinding on hers with a calculated force that aroused her without causing pain. He anchored both hands on the straps of her white bra and tugged it to her waist, then reached under her and jerked the snap free.
Shea gasped as he suddenly put his mouth on one of her nipples, his lips and tongue working in unison to delight her. He treated the other nipple just as well, then cupped her breasts in his hands and squeezed them rhythmically.
The world was falling away from her, lost in a haze of emotion and desire that cleansed her of lingering doubts. She had been waiting for this man all her life. She raised her head and watched the intimacy taking place between his mouth and her skin. Shea sighed with happiness and tried to talk, to be more than a languidparticipant in the beautiful drama that was unfolding, but he gently pressed one finger to her lips.
“Enjoy. Let yourself be pleasured. Let yourself be loved,” he crooned.
Her head sank back, and she twined her fingers into his black hair. Her body was so heavy and limp that when he got on his knees and began removing her boots she wondered whimsically how he could lift her feet.
She watched, transfixed, as he undid her jeans and hooked his fingers into the waistband. With infinite care he stripped the last of her clothes away, then knelt beside her again, his eyes roaming over her slowly, as if her body were a map he wanted to memorize at first sight.
“Exquisita,”
he told her gruffly. He put a hand on her flat, quivering, stomach and stroked downward to the golden curls between her
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