A Touch of Temptation(47)

“I want to touch you, Diego,” she pleaded, pushing him back, her hands on his shoulders. He didn’t budge an inch.

He continued the assault with his mouth, trailing hot, wet kisses between her breasts, toward her stomach. Every inch of her skin that he kissed felt as if it was waking up from a long slumber.

The minute she felt his breath on her thighs she decided enough was enough. She rolled to slip from under him, a smile stretching her mouth from ear to ear.

Before he could stop her, she pushed him back on the bed and lay atop him from head to toe, her breath shaking in and out of her. Their mingled groans filled the silent cabin.

The rasp of her skin against his, the friction, was incomparable. Her breasts rubbed against his chest. His erection pressed into her belly. Her legs tangled with his.

Without giving him a moment to breathe, she pressed her mouth to his.

And she didn’t do it tenderly. She gave the kiss everything she had in her, infusing her touch with every little emotion she had never been able to put into words and never could. She traced his lush lower lip with her tongue, nipped the moist inside, sucked his tongue into her mouth, rubbing herself against him like a cat.

God, whatever she did, she couldn’t stop rubbing against him.

He breathed out on a hiss, his muscles shifting and pressing into her.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he whispered as she dragged her mouth down to his neck.

He sounded utterly on edge, and she liked him like that. She bit his nipple and his fingers tightened on her arms.

She moved down and the friction of their sweat-slick bodies threatened to drive her crazy. She rubbed herself over his erection. He growled.

She dragged the tip of her tongue over the hard ridges of his stomach. He roared.

She clasped her fingers around his shaft and slid her fist up and down. Sweat shimmered on his brow. He jerked his hips into her touch, his stuttering breathing filling her ears. She bent and licked the swollen head, the taste and scent of him sending pulsing tingles straight to her wet core.

She laid her palm flat against his flinching abdominal muscles and licked the head again.

His upper body shot up off the bed, and before she could blink he’d tugged her boneless body until she was straddling him.

He grabbed her hips and entered her—slowly, hotly, precisely—until all she could feel was his possession. She clamped her arms around him so his face burrowed into her breasts as he pulled himself up.

A billion nerves jumped into life as their hips bumped into each other.

She dug the tips of her fingers demandingly into his rock-hard shoulders. She opened her eyes, ready to beg for more—and froze.

His gaze was studying her raptly, glittering with raw intensity, as though he saw into her very soul and found her disappointingly wanting. It was a sensation she couldn’t shed, a feeling she couldn’t shake.

But she was damned if she’d let it spoil the most precious moment of her life.

She kissed his mouth and moved swiftly off him.

And pushed herself back onto him.

They both groaned, the sounds needy, desperate, on edge.

She bent her head and bit his shoulder, digging her teeth into the muscle none too gently. It was all the signal he needed, apparently.

With a rough groan he reversed their positions, until he was on top of her. Throwing her legs over his shoulders, he thrust into her, harder, faster, until neither of them could see clearly, until neither could even breathe properly, until their bodies were ready to jump out of their shells.

She came with an unchecked scream that was torn out of her on a surge of need. Pleasure rocked through her—waves and waves of unrelenting pressure that splintered and spread through every inch of her.

With one final thrust, Diego collapsed over her.

Eventually, even though it felt like forever, the pleasure waves receded, bringing in their wake painful realization. As though there was always a price for such life-altering joy as she had found in his arms.

She was in love with Diego. She always would be.

Had she ever been out of love with him really? It was a simple truth, as simple and soul-wrenching as the babies growing inside her.

Every inch of her wanted to retreat, hide, until she could come to terms with the terrifying truth. She needed to prepare herself, needed to set expectations for herself. She couldn’t let it make her weak.

She couldn’t let her love for him define her existence.

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Diego felt Kim stiffen even before he pulled out of her. But he refused to let her hide from him. Not after the most intense orgasm of his life.

But when had it been anything less than explosive with her?

Still joined with her, he tumbled onto his back and pulled her with him until they were both lying sideways. He cupped her breast and kissed the upper curve of it, unable to resist the urge.