agreed and stayed for awhile, but eventually, she, too, left—seeking excitement elsewhere.
Samirah smoothed scented cream onto her arms. The towel dropped and she filled her hands with more lotion and rubbed it down over her full breasts, stroking over her stomach, firm butt, and then down to her thighs. She bent over in front of him to get her ankles and feet.
He walked up behind her in slow motion. Her provocative movements sent a charge through him. He’d never met a woman like her before, so confident in her sexuality, and yet with such a sweet disposition that people flocked to her in droves. Everyone in the neighborhood knew her. Her mastery of the Spanish language endeared her all the more to what he could only call her legion of fans. Whenever she walked down the street, they waved and called out her name. He’d lived here for years and only knew a handful of his neighbors. If they knew he was a famous sculptor, they didn’t show it.
Her easy assimilation into the day-to-day of Ecuadorian life showed her respect for the culture and made it seem as if she belonged here. But she doesn’t , he thought. No matter how much it seemed she fit in, when her job was over, she would leave.
Samirah reached behind her with the container. “Would you do my back?”
He brushed her long hair over her shoulder out of the way and then took the jar. He smeared the fragrant substance between his palms and began to smooth it over her skin. The room became charged from the innocent but erotic motions.
“I want to take you somewhere before your contract is up,” he said, his voice already getting tight.
“Where?” she breathed.
“The Galapagos Islands .”
“I would love to go.” She glanced over her shoulder at him. “When?”
“In a couple of weeks. How many days can you get off?”
“I don’t know. A few days, maybe.”
“You smell so good,” he muttered, temporarily distracted. “Your skin is so soft.” He lowered his lips to the back of her neck.
“This is what you really came up here for, isn’t it?” she whispered breathlessly.
His hand drifted across her stomach and pulled her closer. “ Soy culpable ,” he said, admitting his guilt.
She tipped her head back for his kiss. “I have an idea for how we can convince the Hills to give me the time off.”
“Tell me later,” Miguel said, turning her in his arms so she faced him. He cupped her face in his hands. “But I don’t want you to worry about a thing regarding the trip. This will be my gift to you.”
He lowered his head to indulge in an earth-shattering kiss before they fell onto the bed. With gentle kisses, he worked his way down her body. Her fingers encouraged him, tangling in the silken threads of his hair.
The muscles of her abdomen tensed, quivered, waited for the brush of his lips. He didn’t disappoint. When his mouth touched the sensitive skin between her legs, she let out a wail of pleasure. She spread her legs to take what he offered, fisting her hands in his hair and tossing her head from side to side. He didn’t stop until spasms rocked her body.
* * * *
After they made love, Samirah nestled in his arms, and her eyes drifted closed. He cared deeply for her. She practically floated when she realized it would only be a matter of time before he asked her to stay.
Her impulsive behavior wasn’t a mistake this time.
Chapter Twelve
The trip to the Galapagos Islands excited Samirah. Visiting them had not been part of her original plan, but she was glad to have the opportunity, and even more so to share it with Miguel.
Part of Ecuador , they were a chain of volcanic islands situated over five hundred miles off the coast. In the early 1800s, Charles Darwin had stayed there, and his observations contributed to his theory of evolution and natural selection. Because they were a strictly protected national park, the islands maintained their natural ecosystem. Animals there evolved without natural predators, so they
Samirah smoothed scented cream onto her arms. The towel dropped and she filled her hands with more lotion and rubbed it down over her full breasts, stroking over her stomach, firm butt, and then down to her thighs. She bent over in front of him to get her ankles and feet.
He walked up behind her in slow motion. Her provocative movements sent a charge through him. He’d never met a woman like her before, so confident in her sexuality, and yet with such a sweet disposition that people flocked to her in droves. Everyone in the neighborhood knew her. Her mastery of the Spanish language endeared her all the more to what he could only call her legion of fans. Whenever she walked down the street, they waved and called out her name. He’d lived here for years and only knew a handful of his neighbors. If they knew he was a famous sculptor, they didn’t show it.
Her easy assimilation into the day-to-day of Ecuadorian life showed her respect for the culture and made it seem as if she belonged here. But she doesn’t , he thought. No matter how much it seemed she fit in, when her job was over, she would leave.
Samirah reached behind her with the container. “Would you do my back?”
He brushed her long hair over her shoulder out of the way and then took the jar. He smeared the fragrant substance between his palms and began to smooth it over her skin. The room became charged from the innocent but erotic motions.
“I want to take you somewhere before your contract is up,” he said, his voice already getting tight.
“Where?” she breathed.
“The Galapagos Islands .”
“I would love to go.” She glanced over her shoulder at him. “When?”
“In a couple of weeks. How many days can you get off?”
“I don’t know. A few days, maybe.”
“You smell so good,” he muttered, temporarily distracted. “Your skin is so soft.” He lowered his lips to the back of her neck.
“This is what you really came up here for, isn’t it?” she whispered breathlessly.
His hand drifted across her stomach and pulled her closer. “ Soy culpable ,” he said, admitting his guilt.
She tipped her head back for his kiss. “I have an idea for how we can convince the Hills to give me the time off.”
“Tell me later,” Miguel said, turning her in his arms so she faced him. He cupped her face in his hands. “But I don’t want you to worry about a thing regarding the trip. This will be my gift to you.”
He lowered his head to indulge in an earth-shattering kiss before they fell onto the bed. With gentle kisses, he worked his way down her body. Her fingers encouraged him, tangling in the silken threads of his hair.
The muscles of her abdomen tensed, quivered, waited for the brush of his lips. He didn’t disappoint. When his mouth touched the sensitive skin between her legs, she let out a wail of pleasure. She spread her legs to take what he offered, fisting her hands in his hair and tossing her head from side to side. He didn’t stop until spasms rocked her body.
* * * *
After they made love, Samirah nestled in his arms, and her eyes drifted closed. He cared deeply for her. She practically floated when she realized it would only be a matter of time before he asked her to stay.
Her impulsive behavior wasn’t a mistake this time.
Chapter Twelve
The trip to the Galapagos Islands excited Samirah. Visiting them had not been part of her original plan, but she was glad to have the opportunity, and even more so to share it with Miguel.
Part of Ecuador , they were a chain of volcanic islands situated over five hundred miles off the coast. In the early 1800s, Charles Darwin had stayed there, and his observations contributed to his theory of evolution and natural selection. Because they were a strictly protected national park, the islands maintained their natural ecosystem. Animals there evolved without natural predators, so they
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