‘Alejandro...’
He closed his eyes for a second, as if gathering in his control. When he opened them again and speared her with green fire, he was once again in command. He caught her hand and led her to the king-size bed, stretched her out on it, then reached into his bedside drawer. At the sight of the condoms, she blushed.
He laughed almost cruelly as he stretched out beside her, his fingers tracing her heated cheeks. ‘Am I insane to still love your blushes?’
‘Yes. I hate them.’
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‘As much as I’d love another battle of words with you, right now, amante, I crave your kiss even more. Kiss me, Elise.’
With a moan torn from the very soul of her, she wrapped her arms around his neck and satisfied their need. Within seconds the drugging kiss had set her on a course from which she didn’t want to return. Alejandro’s hands explored, gripping, demanding, lingering, and moulding until her moans threaded together in a continuous litany.
Then his fingers breached the heart of her. Her eyes flew open, her breath catching as pleasure arrowed, swift and lethal, between her thighs. Teasing the bundle of nerves, he dipped lower, one finger sliding inside.
He groaned, and swallowed hard. ‘Dios, so wet. So tight.’
She shuddered as he pulled out and slid back in. ‘Oh!’ A different set of emotions gathered, a promise of something transcendental on the horizon that shimmered just beyond her reach. Heart hammering, she strained for it, groaning in protest when Alejandro’s finger left her.
His trailing mouth on her skin made up for it though, until she sensed his destination.
Her head jerked off the pillow. ‘Alejandro, no...’
Molten eyes speared hers as his shoulders parted her thighs. ‘Yes. Save your breath, querida. I intend to win this argument, too.’
He didn’t ease her into pleasure. Alejandro dropped her hard and screaming into it. Emotion she came to recognise as bliss engulfed her seconds later as she climaxed, wild and free and shattered, against his open-mouthed kisses.
She floated down, vaguely aware of his hot, sweat-sheened skin beneath her hands. But slowly, her senses sparked once more, her body responding to the demands of his hands and the pressure of the body braced above hers.
He parted her thighs, positioned himself at her core. His eyes locked on her face. And she glimpsed the look again.
He started to lean down. She placed a hand on his chest.
‘Wait.’
He froze, his breathing harsh, teeth clenched. ‘Elise, por favor, now is not the time—’
‘Yes, it is. I didn’t... Nothing happened with... In Kyoto,’ she stammered.
Shock built in his eyes, but there was also scepticism. ‘You don’t need to say that to appease me,’ he bit out.
She shook her head. ‘But it’s the truth, Alejandro. I’m still a virgin.’
He stared deep into her eyes, his gaze piercingly raw. Whatever he saw in her face made his chest heave. ‘Elise...’ His voice rumbled away like distant thunder.
He didn’t need her reassurance. She knew he saw the truth in her face. But she gave it anyway. Reaching up, she placed her hand on his cheek. ‘I’m still untouched, Alejandro. Make me yours?’
The arms braced on either side of her trembled as the last trace of harshness trailed away from his face to leave fierce, ravenous hunger.
His kiss was deep and rough and intense, as if he meant to consume her completely.
When he lifted his head, her excitement was cresting a fever pitch.
She swallowed as his gaze latched on hers. ‘Lo siento, querida. I’m sorry. This cannot be helped.’
Biting her lips, she nodded.
‘Hold on to me,’ he rasped.