There it was.
The truth she could no longer deny.
Shewasin love with Spiro “Romeo” Delgado.
Tears pricked the backs of her eyelids. They weren’t tears of sadness or heartache. They were tears of joy.
Even though it wouldn’t be everything most people dreamed of when they dreamed of falling in love, it was so much more than she’d ever thought she’d have.
This one perfect moment with this one perfect man.
“Please.” She pulled his mouth to hers. “I can’t wait anymore. I need you too much to wait anymore.”
He whispered something in Spanish that sounded deliciously dirty before he rolled away. The cool night air rushed in to fill the spot he’d vacated, and she shivered as goose bumps raised her skin. When he turned back, she saw he had a condom in hand—the thing he’d grabbed out of his jeans, obviously.
“I love a man who’s prepared,” she teased. Then, she realized she’d used the L-word. Not wanting to ruin the moment, she quickly added, “Let me,” and took the condom from him.
Tearing off the wrapper and positioning the round ring of latex over his flushed, swollen head was something she did in the blink of an eye. But rolling the rubber onto him? Oh, she did that slowly. Letting her fingers linger, watching her hands play, listening to his breath catch.
Spiro.
The man who made her feel beautiful. The man who made her feel cherished. The man who made her feel...worthy.
Even though she wasn’t.
“Mia...” Her name was a reverent sound on his tongue. “I can’t wait either.”
He moved over her then, settling his weight until their bodies touched everywhere. She could feel her heartbeat between her legs. Or maybe that washisheartbeat.
Or perhaps it’s the two of our hearts beating together.
Andthatimagery made her smile.
“There it is,” he whispered hoarsely. “That beautiful smile that melts me.”
He was smiling too. But his was a slow, seductive grin that promised unspeakable pleasures.
Before she could say anything, he reached between them and positioned himself at her entrance. She hadn’t realized she’d caught her breath until he instructed, “Breathe,cariña.”
She was in the middle of a shuddering sigh when he pressed into her. Just an inch. But even that stretched her, invaded her, filled her full at the same time it promised to give her so much more.
He dropped a kiss onto her lips. “You okay?”
She couldn’t speak. Every nerve ending rang like a klaxon. All she could do was nod, grip his hips, and urge him forward.
He didn’t hesitate. But neither did he rush. He slowly, inexorably continued to shove into her. And with each new inch, it felt like too much. Too much pleasure. Too much ecstasy.
Yet it wasn’t enough. Because he hadn’t fully claimedallof her. There were still inches to go and...
With a low grunt, he seated himself fully.
She gasped as his plump head rammed into her cervix, as her walls strained to accommodate him, as her clitoris buzzed at the feel of his pelvis smashed tight against hers.
She thought it couldn’t get any better.
And then it did.
Because he started to move.
