He might have all night, but she had to get away as soon as she could. And before then, she had more technical preparations to make. “You’re the hurry,” she insisted. “I need this, and I don’t see why I should have to wait.”
Her comment made him laugh. Wrapping her in his arms, he kissed her deeply, tenderly, searchingly, almost as if he really was making love to her rather than just having sex. Emotion came back like a drowning wave, and all the feelings she’d bottled up for years came pouring out.
“Tears?” Diego said with surprise as he caught one on his thumb pad.
She wouldnotdisgrace herself by crying openly like a child simply because this was her first experience of tenderness.
She should have known that Diego would not allow the tension to ease. He brushed kisses against her lips, her eyelids, and then over the pulse throbbing hectically at the side of her neck. She squirmed with pleasure as his stubble scraped her, and groaned shakily when he began to kiss his way across her collarbone toward her breasts. Anticipation of pleasure made her nipples stand painfully erect. “Please,” she whispered.
His amused gaze settled on her face. “You won’t thank me for rushing this.”
“Try me,” she challenged.
Her body was quite literally shaking with lust. Whatever the original motive behind her plan—to draw this out, to lure him on until she was sure she had him hooked, Diego had made delay impossible. She had to have him now.
“Fuck me,” she said quietly.
He smiled, and, arranging her to his liking, he sat her up and ran the palm of his hand very slowly down her spine.
“Now,” she insisted.
When he reached the swell of her buttocks, he captured them in one big hand. Arching her back, she searched for more contact, but he refused to touch her in the way she needed him to, however much she made her hunger obvious. “How long are you going to torture me?” she demanded.
“Until I give you permission to let go. You’re far too greedy, and I’ve been far too liberal with you.”
She made a sound of furious frustration. That was easy for him to say, but her body was sending frantic messages to her brain, demanding to be satisfied now. An equally powerful part of her mind urged her to listen to Diego. It said he knew what he was doing, and that she must pay attention to every word.
“The wait will be worth it,” he soothed as she moved restlessly in his embrace. Reaching for his clothes he set about protecting them both.
“There’s no need for that,” she said. “I’m clean.”
He looked at her. “How do you know I am?”
“If I trust you enough to be alone with you in the forest, I must trust you enough to tell me if there’s something I should know. And before you ask, precautions are second nature in a country where violence is commonplace.”
The shocked expression in his eyes was a sad indictment of where she’d come from, and they stared at each other in silence for a few moments before Diego brought her back into his arms.
He was the master of seduction, detached and cool, while she was running wild with need. There was no sign of the tenderness that had briefly warmed her. He was in charge now, and though she found his manner a turn-on, she wanted his warmth too. He promised sex beyond compare, but a little part of her, in complete defiance of her original plan, wanted more. But that was not the object of this exercise.
Diego needed sex. He enjoyed it. He’d honed his technique to the peak of eroticism. If she read anything more into what was happening between them, that was her problem. By this time tomorrow, she’d be far away. All that mattered was that he didn’t forget her. She had to make sure there was no chance of that.
“Don’t move,” he warned. “Remain quite still.”
She fixed her gaze on his. She couldn’t have moved if she’d wanted to. She was a willing captive in Diego’s erotic net. Moonlight surrounded his dark hair like a halo. She had never been so vulnerable before, nor had she felt so safe.
“I’m going to pleasure you. Open your legs wide,” he commanded softly. “Even more…”
She swallowed deep and did as he said.
“Hold your thighs apart for me.”
She did that too. “You like to watch,” she guessed.
“Yes, I do,” he confirmed. “I can anticipate your pleasure better that way, and I can watch it unfold.”
If this was a master class in sexual awakening, he couldn’t have had a more willing student.
Moving over her, Diego positioned himself between her thighs. His erection was formidable. She couldn’t stop looking at it. And anticipating the pleasure it could bring. Spread wide, she felt deliciously exposed and unbearably aroused. Her world was composed entirely of sensation. She gasped when he used his sharp black stubble to lightly abrade her inner thighs, but though his hot breath teased her, he intentionally missed the place she needed him most. When she couldn’t bear it any longer, she cried out with words she’d never used before, begging him to touch her, to fuck her, to bring her off as many times as he could, and, most importantly, to stop torturing her right now.
