A Touch of Temptation(43)
He plundered her mouth with his, swallowing her words. His lips were hard against her, grinding into her with savage need, forcing her to open up to him.
With a moan that never left her throat she gripped his shoulders and opened her mouth. He plunged his tongue into her—fast, ardent strokes that sent arrows of need shooting lower.
Molten desire pooled between her legs and she tried to squeeze them closer.
But his thigh was lodged between hers. And, God, he was so deliciously hard. She rubbed against his rock-hard muscles, groaning, whimpering.
She wanted him so much, needed him so much, and she was going to let him fill her inside out, fill every inch of her, with him, with his scent, with his touch, until the regrets gouging holes inside her were gone.
Because she wanted another chance at this. She wanted another chance with Diego.
* * *
Diego had never felt such all-consuming desire as he did for this woman. Need prickled along his skin, making his erection an instrument in self-torture. Seeing her with that blasted vibrator in her hand, her legs open in sinful invitation, was enough to push him to the edge of his control.
And he had never had much to begin with. Not when it came to her.
He plunged his tongue into her mouth with all the finesse of an impatient teenager. He licked the inseam, nipped at the sensitive flesh.
There was no tentativeness in her either. In fact the bold strokes of her tongue against his own had him thrusting his hips into her soft stomach like a randy animal.
Meu Deus, she tasted like sunshine and strawberries and the decadent promise of wild, hot sex. A hint of lily of the valley clung to her skin and filled his nostrils.
A loud whimper emanated from her when he sucked on her tongue. Her hands crawled up his nape into his hair. When she tugged his lower lip between her teeth he shuddered violently, jerking his lower body into hers.
The groove of her legs cradled his erection perfectly as she rubbed herself against him. Heat gathered low at the base of his back, balling up into unbearable need in his shaft.
How could anything that felt so good be bad?
He wanted to take her right there. Because she was his and she wanted him, and it was the one place where there was only truth between them.
He slipped his hands under the flimsy satin of her top. Her skin, silky soft and warm to the touch, slithered like velvet under his rough palms. Her breathing was harsh; her soft gasps and groans were goading him on.
He was about to tug the silky strap off her shoulder when she shook her head and pulled back.
He growled instantly, like a wild animal denied its prey at the last moment.
The next minute her hands were on the fly of his jeans. He groaned—more of a request this time than a demand—as she undid the button.
His teeth were on edge as his jeans gave in. And she wrapped her long fingers around his shaft.
With a guttural groan, he pushed into her hand, blood roaring in his veins.
His eyes flicked open when her hand stopped its mind-bending caresses.
Sweat gleaming on her brow, she was trying to tug her shorts down, but her fingers kept slipping on the satin hem. She tugged a little more and the sight of black panties peeking out from under the hemline sent his blood pressure skyrocketing.
Every inch of his body was coiled tight, anticipating the pleasure, remembering how tight and wet and good she had felt around him the last time. She tugged her top off and lust blinded him.
But it was the sight of her stomach that cleared his vision. She wasn’t showing much yet, but her midriff wasn’t flat either. And it stopped him in his tracks.
He didn’t want to force her against the wall and be done in a minute, which he was very close to doing. This could not be about slaking his lust. He didn’t want to lose control as he had done the last time. Not now. Not ever again.
Because once they did this he wouldn’t stop with tonight. He wanted her in his bed for the rest of their lives. If he kept control of his sanity, if he held himself back, maybe there was hope for a civilized relationship with her after all. That was what it had to be, for the sake of his children.
He wanted her to lose control, he wanted her mindless with pleasure and he wanted her begging for release. This time he wanted to savor every inch of her, wanted to linger over her body. This time he wanted all of her revealed to him.
“I want you inside me now, Diego. Please...” she said, her words a sensuous whisper.
Gritting his teeth, he clasped her wrists and stopped her. “No.”
* * *
Kim blinked, felt a tightening in her throat.
It was the cruelest word in the English language. She sagged against him, her breath coming in choppy little puffs. It was a good thing his hard body was still supporting her or she would have sagged to the floor. She hid her face in his rising and falling chest, loath to reveal the tears burning at the backs of her eyelids.