The Spanish Aristocrat's Woman by Katherine Garbera

this time. His tongue thrust deep in her mouth and his hands tightened on her body until she was a mass of need and desire for him.
    She felt his body stir under her hip.
    “You need to start believing me when I tell you that you are the only woman who arouses me so quickly.”
    She shifted in his arms, wrapping her own around his shoulders, and realized how ridiculous she’d been to let Elvira’s comments ruin her evening. This night was about her and Gui, and for once she needed to let go of everything else and just focus on that.

Nine
    G ui drove the sleek Bugatti sports car through the streets of Madrid. The dinner at his brother’s house had been nice once Elvira and Juan left. They’d stayed only for the cocktail hour. Twice Gui had had a moment to be alone with his old lover, and both times he felt…He didn’t know what he felt. But it was different than it had always been before.
    And looking over at Kara sitting next to him in the leather bucket seat of the world’s fastest production car, he realized that he wanted what she brought to his life. She slowed him down. She eased the restlessness that had always been so much a part of him. He didn’t understand how to stop and stand still.
    The moon was full tonight, and the light spilled into the car and over Kara’s smooth skin. She had her head back against the seat and her face was turned toward him. Her full lips were curved in a smile.
    The gentleness of Kara was something that always took him by surprise. Even his sisters and mother, whom he adored, were passionate creatures with volatile tempers, but Kara was peaceful and soothing.
    “Your brother is pretty funny and very charming. But that didn’t surprise me.”
    “I taught him everything he knows,” Gui said.
    “I think your father did. I really liked him. He told me once we were married I could call him Poppy.”
    “Did he? He likes you, Kara.”
    “I’m glad. I was worried about that. Your sisters are really nice. They’re going to do some work with my foundation back in the States.”
    “Why did you start a foundation?”
    “My mother. She died of breast cancer when I was a teen. We were fine, of course, because of my father’s money, but Rina and I met other kids whose families weren’t well off, and they were struggling to survive after losing their mothers. It may sound silly, but at sixteen I told my father that when I grew up I was going to make sure that families who went through what we did had a nice place to live.”
    He smiled over at her. “That doesn’t sound silly at all. It sounds very much like you, mi dulce. ”
    “I guess you’re right. The need to help others is a big part of who I am. Don’t get me wrong, I like a shopping trip as much as the next girl. I just need to feel like I have a purpose.”
    “I, too, am like that,” Gui said.
    “Why did you choose to work with kids? You didn’t lose a parent.”
    “No, I didn’t. But I did form a tight bond with my mates when I was thirteen. Tristan and Christos and I became friends because we were forced to be in each other’s company at school.”
    “Forced?”
    “Um…not sure what the right word for it is in English, but we were in trouble a lot and were given demerits and sent to work in the stables and on the grounds together.”
    “Why am I not surprised that you three were troublemakers?” she asked with a soft laugh.
    “I like your laugh, Kara.”
    “You do?”
    “Yes. It always makes me smile.”
    She smiled over at him with the hint of innocence and shyness that he associated only with her.
    “Tell me more about how you turned troublemaking into an idea for helping kids.”
    He downshifted for a traffic light and brought the car to a stop. He put his hand on Kara’s thigh, and she shifted her legs toward him as he slid his hand upward.
    “We became mates because we did stuff together and we shared the same disdain for authority. That gave me the idea that the kids who were getting into