The Spanish Aristocrat's Woman by Katherine Garbera Page B

undulated against him. She lifted her hands to his shoulders, burying her hands in the crisp hair at the back of his neck.
    His mouth left hers and she felt the gentle scrape of his teeth against her neck. She dug her nails into his shoulders.
    He caressed her back and spine. She rubbed herself against him, wishing they were both naked. “Let’s go inside.”
    “Not yet,” he said, finding the tab of her zipper and drawing it down. The cool evening air brushed over her skin. He pushed the dress off her shoulders and it fell down her hips to pool at her feet. She glanced down at the body she’d always felt was unfashionable.
    Gui tipped her head up to his. “You are exquisite, querida. I want to see you wearing nothing but moonlight and my ring.”
    She nodded. He unfastened the back clasp of her bra and drew the fabric away from her breasts. Her nipples were already beaded with arousal and tightened more as the cool air touched them.
    Gui cupped her breasts, running his finger over her nipples. He brushed his finger back and forth until she bit her lower lip and shifted in his arms.
    “Now take off your panties, bebe. ”
    She reached for the waistband of her panties, pushed them down her hips and let them fall down her legs. She stepped out of them and then out of her shoes. She had nothing on now, just the moonlight that bathed the city and this night in its magical glow. And, of course, the ring on her left hand.
    “Stand over there,” he said. She stepped to where he’d indicated. He sank down in the padded rocking chair on the balcony and just stared at her.
    “What are you doing?” she asked, starting to remember she wasn’t svelte.
    “God, woman, you are so beautiful.”
    “Gui.”
    “Come here so I can make love to my fiancée.”
    She walked over to him slowly and he pulled her onto his lap. The rocking chair was large enough to seat two people, so straddling him was easy for her.
    He cupped her breasts again and she moaned before he touched her nipples. He leaned down and caught the tip of one breast between his lips, drawing her into his mouth and suckling her.
    She held his shoulders and moved on him, rubbing her center over his erection.
    He scraped his fingernail over her nipple and she shivered in his arms. She drew back a little bit so she could see him. Her breasts were bare, nipples distended and begging for his mouth. He lowered his head and suckled her some more.
    He held her still with a hand on the small of her back. He buried his other hand in her hair and arched her over his arm. Both of her breasts were thrust up at him.
    “Damn, you are so hot tonight.”
    Her eyes closed and her hips moved subtly against him. When he blew on her nipple, gooseflesh spread down her body.
    She loved how hot he made her. Loved how open and honest he was with his reactions to her body. Loved his mouth on her breasts. Her nipples were so sensitive and she felt everything in her body clenching.
    He leaned down and licked the valley between her breasts. She remembered the last time he’d left his mark on her right there. He hadn’t done that since the first time they’d made love.
    He kept kissing and rubbing, caressing her nipples until her hands clenched in his hair and she rocked her hips harder against his length. He lifted his hips, thrusting up against her and then biting carefully on one tender, aroused nipple. She cried his name and he covered her mouth with his. She sucked his tongue into her mouth, needing to make him feel the same out-of-control passion that was swamping her right now.
    He rocked her until she quieted in his arms, then he held her close. She felt him between her legs through the fabric of his pants and realized that, once again, he was still dressed.
    She glanced up at him and saw he was watching her. The fire in his eyes made her entire body tight with anticipation. He lifted her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. Laying her on the center of the bed, he unzipped