Mistress of His Revenge (Bought by the Brazilian #1) by Chantelle Shaw

him, couldn’t, if she was brutally honest.
    Excitement spiralled inside her as he pushed her shirt off her shoulders to reveal her plain white bra. She wished she were wearing sexy underwear in black satin and lace, but then Cruz traced his fingers over the outline of her nipple visible through the stretchy material of her bra and she caught her breath as a shaft of exquisite pleasure shot through her.
    ‘It doesn’t help that you are so damned responsive,’ he said harshly. He reached around her back to unfasten her bra and tugged the straps down her arms, baring her breasts to his hot gaze. His voice thickened. ‘How the hell am I supposed to resist you when your body tells me that you are as hungry as I am?’
    Sabrina shivered when he cupped her naked breasts in his hands, but it was not cold that made her nipples harden into burgeoning points but anticipation and uncontrollable sexual excitement. Cruz gave a husky laugh as he flicked his thumb pads across her nipples and heard her swiftly indrawn breath.
    ‘I remember you used to love it when I caressed your breasts with my hands and especially my mouth. Do you still like that, gatinha ?’ He gave another low chuckle when he realised that she was incapable of replying. ‘Let’s find out, shall we?’
    Dimly she knew she should stop him and bring an end to this madness, but she was enraptured by the feel of his warm hands on her flesh, seduced by his soft words of promise. He lifted her into his arms and laid her down on the pile of square hay bales. The hay felt scratchy beneath her shoulders but she forgot the slight discomfort as Cruz knelt over her and lowered his head to her breast. He drew her nipple into his mouth and suckled her hard. The pleasure was so intense that she gave a keening cry and curled her fingers into his shoulders to urge him to continue his exquisite torment.
    He needed no persuading, pausing only to transfer his mouth to her other nipple. ‘Oh, God!’ she groaned as deep shudders of pleasure racked her body when he flicked his tongue back and forth over the tender peak. She could feel the fire building low in her pelvis as he continued his merciless ravishment of her body. Reality faded and she was aware only of the sweet smell of hay, the sound of the rain drumming on the roof of the shed and Cruz’s uneven breaths as he took his mouth from her breast and claimed her lips in a deep, drugging kiss that ravaged her soul.
    This was the Cruz she remembered from the past. He might wear expensive clothes now, instead of jeans, and drink champagne rather than beer, but the essence of him hadn’t changed and her senses recognised the familiar musk of male pheromones and the subtle scent that was uniquely him.
    She ran her hands over his soaking-wet shirt and tugged open the buttons before pushing the material over his shoulders. His bronzed chest was satin overlaid with black hairs that felt like silk beneath her fingertips as she traced the ridges of his powerful pectoral and abdominal muscles.
    He was so beautiful. And so massively aroused! Desire flooded through her when he bore his weight down on her so that her breasts were crushed against his bare chest and she was supremely conscious of his erection pressing into the junction between her thighs. Their clothes were an unwanted barrier. The fire inside her burned hotter and became an inferno of feverish need, and she sensed from the fierce intensity of Cruz’s kiss that he had passed the point of no return.
    He tugged the zip of her jodhpurs down but struggled to pull the clingy trousers over her hips.
    ‘These were not designed for easy access,’ he growled impatiently.
    The sound of his voice broke through the sexual haze surrounding Sabrina’s brain and forced her to acknowledge a vital fact.
    ‘I’m not on the pill,’ she muttered.
    Cruz did not seem to hear her as he managed to slip his hand inside her jodhpurs and stroked a finger over the damp panel of her knickers.