thighs. Shea made small sounds of encouragement over the way his touch directed heat and tension to gather low in her body. She stiffened, trying not to lose control completely.
“Don’t hold back,” he whispered hoarsely. “Don’t be a lady. Be
my
woman, and let your body show me how good my touch feels.”
With a low moan of agreement, she arched to meet his gentle, provocative touch. With a suddenness that surprised them both, she shook wildly and tossed her head from side to side. Waves of pure bliss flowed through her, and dimly she heard his voice urging her on. He took her face between his hands and kissed her as she drew deep breaths.
When he sat back on his heels and began fumbling hurriedly with his jeans she raised up, her hair disheveled, her body trembling. “No!” she cried. “Let me. Please, Alejandro, let me.”
He gave her a smile of muted frustration and greattenderness, then stretched out on his back and shut his eyes tightly. His chest rose in a harsh, deep rhythm as she undressed him, and he clenched his hands into fists. Shea whispered words of praise as she revealed all of him to the summer day and her adoring eyes.
“You’re not a mustang,” she said, and her voice broke with the sweet agony of wanting him. “You’re a Thoroughbred, inside and out, Alejandro.
Amante
.” The word meant “lover.”
He moaned, then pulled her to him. She nestled by his side, her hand caressing his body lightly, almost in a soothing way when it embraced the hard, pulsing length of him. Duke knew that he should make an effort to cool his body down so that there would be no hurry, but he was too far gone. He called Shea’s name and turned her to lay on her back again. He covered her with his body and she slipped both strong, golden legs around his hips. He braced himself over her and deliberately, desperately, kept himself from entering her.
“It’s all right,” she said in an urgent, loving tone. “It will be fast this time, Alejandro. We both know that. Don’t suffer. Come here. Come here, sweetheart …”
The endearment was more than his restraint could bear, and he thrust quickly into her warmth. She bathed him in the damp, tight secrets of her body, and he thrust again, harder. “Oh,
querida
, you feel wonderful,” he said raspily. Duke forced himself to be still and savor the incredible welcome she had given him. He studied her violet eyes, afraid that the first moment had been too rough.
“You feel wonderful too,” she told him breathlessly, and he relaxed. In her eyes he saw happiness and something more—a pure adoration that he’d never found in another woman’s gaze.
He started carefully, using deep, slow movements totest her reaction and the limits of his control. To his delight and amazement her body writhed and she tilted her head back, gasping in soft breaths. Her hands crept to his shoulder and held fiercely, as if she were afraid that she might fall off the edge of the world.
“Again?” she asked hoarsely, sounding surprised at her response. Then she smiled tremulously, mixed his name in a ragged moan, and whispered, “Oh, yes, again.”
Tears stung Duke’s eyes as he felt her pleasure released a second time, as it encompassed him and made him groan. He was strong and invincible; he knew that he could give this incredible woman as much happiness as she gave him.
He buried his face in her hair and let control slip away from him as he plunged into her with tender wildness. His arms snaked under her and clasped her tightly. She put her cheek against his face and urged him on with small sounds of delight. Shaken to the soul, burned and reborn a much better man than before, Duke called her name as his world exploded in sensation.
She held him possessively as their breathing slowed, and he would rather have died than leave the harbor of her body. He nuzzled the side of her neck, drew a trail of kisses upward, and touched his lips to her smile. She seemed to radiate
“Don’t hold back,” he whispered hoarsely. “Don’t be a lady. Be
my
woman, and let your body show me how good my touch feels.”
With a low moan of agreement, she arched to meet his gentle, provocative touch. With a suddenness that surprised them both, she shook wildly and tossed her head from side to side. Waves of pure bliss flowed through her, and dimly she heard his voice urging her on. He took her face between his hands and kissed her as she drew deep breaths.
When he sat back on his heels and began fumbling hurriedly with his jeans she raised up, her hair disheveled, her body trembling. “No!” she cried. “Let me. Please, Alejandro, let me.”
He gave her a smile of muted frustration and greattenderness, then stretched out on his back and shut his eyes tightly. His chest rose in a harsh, deep rhythm as she undressed him, and he clenched his hands into fists. Shea whispered words of praise as she revealed all of him to the summer day and her adoring eyes.
“You’re not a mustang,” she said, and her voice broke with the sweet agony of wanting him. “You’re a Thoroughbred, inside and out, Alejandro.
Amante
.” The word meant “lover.”
He moaned, then pulled her to him. She nestled by his side, her hand caressing his body lightly, almost in a soothing way when it embraced the hard, pulsing length of him. Duke knew that he should make an effort to cool his body down so that there would be no hurry, but he was too far gone. He called Shea’s name and turned her to lay on her back again. He covered her with his body and she slipped both strong, golden legs around his hips. He braced himself over her and deliberately, desperately, kept himself from entering her.
“It’s all right,” she said in an urgent, loving tone. “It will be fast this time, Alejandro. We both know that. Don’t suffer. Come here. Come here, sweetheart …”
The endearment was more than his restraint could bear, and he thrust quickly into her warmth. She bathed him in the damp, tight secrets of her body, and he thrust again, harder. “Oh,
querida
, you feel wonderful,” he said raspily. Duke forced himself to be still and savor the incredible welcome she had given him. He studied her violet eyes, afraid that the first moment had been too rough.
“You feel wonderful too,” she told him breathlessly, and he relaxed. In her eyes he saw happiness and something more—a pure adoration that he’d never found in another woman’s gaze.
He started carefully, using deep, slow movements totest her reaction and the limits of his control. To his delight and amazement her body writhed and she tilted her head back, gasping in soft breaths. Her hands crept to his shoulder and held fiercely, as if she were afraid that she might fall off the edge of the world.
“Again?” she asked hoarsely, sounding surprised at her response. Then she smiled tremulously, mixed his name in a ragged moan, and whispered, “Oh, yes, again.”
Tears stung Duke’s eyes as he felt her pleasure released a second time, as it encompassed him and made him groan. He was strong and invincible; he knew that he could give this incredible woman as much happiness as she gave him.
He buried his face in her hair and let control slip away from him as he plunged into her with tender wildness. His arms snaked under her and clasped her tightly. She put her cheek against his face and urged him on with small sounds of delight. Shaken to the soul, burned and reborn a much better man than before, Duke called her name as his world exploded in sensation.
She held him possessively as their breathing slowed, and he would rather have died than leave the harbor of her body. He nuzzled the side of her neck, drew a trail of kisses upward, and touched his lips to her smile. She seemed to radiate
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