As she did, he steadied her with his hands on her waist, watching intently. When the brunette waves fell around her shoulders, he ran his fingers through the length and held her head for a long, hot, ravenous kiss.
She was so lost in that dark, velvety space, she didn’t realize the weight of his hand was tangled in her hair, tugging her head back until his lips moved into her throat and down. He brushed aside her locket and dislodged the cup of her bra, lifting her breast to capture her nipple with the pull of his mouth.
Lightning streaked into her loins. She clasped at his shoulders, thinking she was about to fall onto her back, but his arm slid to support her as he held her off balance and feasted on her breast, teasing and feeding those fingers of electric heat that lanced through her abdomen and detonated between her thighs.
When she thought she couldn’t stand another moment of those intense sensations, of feeling suspended and helpless and consumed, he moved to her other breast.
“Joaquin,” she panted, shaking with arousal. Her core was drowning in neglect.
He lifted his head. “Too hard? I want to eat you up.”
“I want…this.” She splayed her hand on his abdomen then slid her palm lower to cup the thick ridge behind his fly.
He yanked open his belt and unzipped. She slid her hand inside the heat, behind the waistband of his boxer briefs, and clasped the steely weight of his erection.
He groaned into her mouth as he kissed her again, letting her explore his shape, running his hands over her back and buttocks, nipping at her ear and tugging at her hair again until he made a rough noise of tested restraint and caught her wrist.
“Finish undressing.”
She opened her trousers, then dropped onto her back to work them off her hips and down her legs. As she kicked them away, she arched to reach behind herself and release her bra.
She was still untangling herself from the bra straps when he pressed a hand to her hip, stilling her so he could study the panties that matched her bra.
“You have exquisite taste.” He followed the lace across her hip and into the V it took over her mound.
She bit her lip. Dampness flooded into the flesh that he traced through silk.
“H-how would you know?” she asked in a wicked challenge that was pure audacity.
“Oh, I will find out. Trust me on that,querida.” He peeled her panties down and away before he touched her again, this time letting his fingertip sink into the slippery folds that parted easily under his caress.
“Blond,” he noted of the neatly trimmed thatch. His curious gaze came up to the hair she colored, but she wasn’t capable of conversation. He had found her sweet spot and knew exactly how to incite the most delicious sensations.
She couldn’t keep her eyes open. Climax gathered as tension in her abdomen.Need.
“I want to be inside you so badly, I can hardly breathe,” he said in a rasp, gently invading with a wicked touch.
She stilled his hand. “I’m going to come,” she gasped.
“Then you should.” He pressed deeper and his thumb rolled across the knot of nerves that was already pulsing.
With a harsh groan, she pinned his hand with her own, thighs clamping closed while her body twisted in the throes of acute pleasure.
It should have been embarrassing to lose control with him watching in the full light of day, but it feltso good. Wave after wave rolled through her, each one more gratifying than the last, until she was shaken and breathless and floating.
As the storm receded, he eased his hand away and nudged her thighs open, rolling her onto her back. Her heart was still galloping, her breasts quivering with her uneven breaths.
He finished stripping and kicked away his clothes, gloriously naked from powerful shoulders to defined abs to thrusting erection.
She blindly felt for the condoms and offered them.
“I have promises to keep,querida.” His mouth slanted into a sinfully cruel smile and he bent to steal a wicked, intimate taste between her thighs.
She cried out. And shuddered with fresh longing. Then she moaned as he pulled her hips to the edge of the bed and mercilessly drew her back to a state of acute arousal. When her fists were in his hair and she was lifting her hips in a plea for the climax that hovered so elusively, he rose and reached for the condoms.
“As I said. Exquisite.” His expression held carnal intent, but he said, “Now, tell me again what you want. Be specific.”
“You. This.” She caressed the naked column of heat as he moved her up the mattress and used his knee to spread her thighs. She squeezed and sought the places that made him twitch. She was completely stripped of inhibition. “I want to taste you.” She licked her lips.
