Shivering in reaction, she held on tight as he made slow, sweet love to her mouth. Her nipples tightened and her panties dampened.
This was his superpower. He could almost make her come just by kissing her. And he tasted delicious.
Putting a fraction of an inch between his lips and hers, he gulped for air. “I love kissing you. I don’t want to stop.”
“Just let go for one sec.” She stepped away, fumbled for the hem of her T-shirt, and yanked it over her head. Then she lifted her face and closed her eyes. “Carry on.”
With a groan, he shoved his fingers through her hair and recaptured her mouth. She grabbed hold of his shirt and started on the buttons but excitement made her clumsy.
His jeans would be easier. As she undid the metal button and tugged on the zipper, he backed her toward the bed until her legs hit the mattress.
He ended the kiss with a soft groan of frustration. “Clothes. We need to?—”
“You get yours. I’ll get mine.” That was what they’d done before. It was faster.
Within seconds they’d ditched their clothes and tumbled onto the bed where he continued her favorite pastime. Only now he didn’t confine himself to her mouth.
The dancing flames of the votives kept time with her wildly beating heart as he covered her with kisses. Every touch of his warm mouth ramped up the tension until she was writhing beneath him.
She gasped out a plea. “We said… no… foreplay.”
“I’m not playing, querida.” His soft words tickled the damp skin of her inner thighs. “I’m serious.” And he claimed her with an intimate kiss that sent her into the stratosphere.
Her world spun around her, a carousel of light and shadow laced with intense pleasure. No one could blur the lines between reality and fantasy the way he could. In his arms she became lighter than air and bubbling over with joy.
She was vaguely aware of the mattress shifting and a familiar crinkling sound. Her body, still quivering in the aftermath of a spectacular release, responded with a fresh surge of longing.
When the mattress dipped again, the heat of his body and the brush of his thighs against hers created a deep ache that made her whimper. When he murmured her name, she opened her eyes.
Braced on his forearms, he gazed down at her, his breathing fast, his eyes dark. But a frown creased his brow and his voice was soft, almost tender. “That little sound you made… if you’re not ready, I can wait.”
She swallowed. “I want you so much I can’t stand it.”
The frown disappeared and he let out a breath. “Gracias Dios. I thought you?—”
She wrapped him in her arms. “Love me. Right now.”
He complied. Holy smokes did that cowboy comply!
She’d been without this activity for a while, but even so. He had rhythm. He had skill. And he had the goods to deliver… almost more than she could handle.
Deep penetration and irresistible friction soon had her panting and calling his name. Then the storm broke a second time, hurling her into a timeless world filled with endless waves of bliss.
Cupping her tush in his big hands, he held her fast as he continued to pump, his gaze locked with hers. “Again.”
His voice, thick with passion, stirred a response in her core. As she tightened around his cock, he picked up the pace, his breathing ragged, his grip insistent. The headboard smacked against the wall, again and again and again.
With a wild cry she erupted, arching into each rapid thrust. Shouting in triumph, he drove deep and let go. His powerful contractions blended with hers as he closed his eyes and bowed his head.
She sank back to the mattress, sweaty and dazed. She’d never made love like this. Not even with him. And the perspective she’d vowed to keep? Gone.
Chapter Nineteen
Dios mio. Luis sucked in a breath as his sanity slowly returned. Had it been this incredible the last time he’d made love with Jordan? No. Wonderful, yes. But he hadn’t come apart like a pinata, gasping and dizzy, twirling and disoriented.
Lifting his head, he gazed down into blue eyes filled with the same shock and uncertainty gripping him. He swallowed. “You okay?”
She shook her head.
