A Touch of Temptation(53)
His hard body shifting behind her, Diego wrapped his arms around her, his strong legs supporting her own.
“That’s a box from Angelina’s in Paris.” It was her favorite patisserie on the Champs d’Elysées.
Suddenly she knew what was in it. She turned to him, laughter bubbling out of her.
“Anna told me you’ve mentioned their pastries once or twice.”
She met his laughing gaze. “How about a million times?”
“Happy Anniversary, minha esposinha.”
Her breath hitched in her throat. It was the first thing that had hit her when she’d woken up this morning—the reason why she had wandered away so far from the villa. It was the one date she had always taken off and spent at her apartment, reliving that day.
She nodded, struggling to speak past the lump cutting off her breath. Stretching on her toes, she pressed into him until his erection rubbed against her bottom.
He groaned and hugged her tighter.
“I don’t want the pastry.”
He licked the seam of her ear. Her skin was too fraught with need to contain her.
“What do you want, querida? Whatever it is, I will bring it to you.”
“You,” she said clearly, loud enough for anyone in the vicinity to hear. It wasn’t all she actually wanted to say, though. “I want you, Diego.”
Without waiting for his answer she dragged him toward the cabana, intent on showing him with her actions everything she still wasn’t brave enough to put into words.
They tore off each other’s clothes with frenzied movements, as though they were both aware of how fragile, how precious this moment of perfection was.
Pushing her back into the soft mattress, Diego stretched out on top of her, his taut muscles a heavenly weight over her. His mouth, his tongue, his caresses, he was everywhere— kissing her, licking her, tasting her, generally reducing her body to a writhing mass of sensations and needs. He didn’t give her a minute to breathe.
She cried out loud, the raw sound clawing its way out of her throat, when he pulled her nipple deep into his mouth and suckled at it. His rough fingers tweaked its twin, and twangs of hot pleasure shot down between her legs.
He smelled of the ocean, his muscles taut and shifting under her touch. She sobbed incoherently when he rubbed her aching core with the heel of his palm while his mouth trailed wet kisses around her navel. Pleasure coiled low in her belly, tugging every nerve-ending inside her along for the ride. Her whole body was unfolding mindlessly in tune with his erotic strokes.
His hair-roughened legs rubbing against hers, he reversed their positions with one smooth movement until she was straddling him.
Her sex quivered with need as his erection rubbed against her folds, and a shiver inched its way all over her skin.
Putting her weight on her thighs, she resisted.
His face was all severe planes and rough angles in the fading light. His choppy breath bounced off of her skin, giving her goosebumps.
His mouth was tight, his gaze drugged with desire. “This is not the time for one of your arguments, gatinha.”
She smiled at the way his words rolled over each other, his accent creeping into his words. She placed her palms on his thighs and the rock-hard muscles clenched under her touch.
He groaned—a guttural, painful sound—as she drew her palms upward a little, until the pads of her fingers were idly tracing the length of his erection.
Her mouth dry, she forced herself to put her thoughts into words. “I want you on top of me.” Pushing her hands into her hair, she stretched innocently.
His gaze moved to her breasts. Naked hunger was etched into his face. “Why?”
She slid off him and stretched alongside him. He immediately turned toward her. “I’m going to start showing in a little while.” He moved his palm to her stomach. “And I...we...in the coming months it’s going to be awkward.”
He frowned. “So you won’t want to have sex anymore? Because being near you and not having it will kill me.”
She laughed. God, she would never have enough of his piercing honesty. “I will. But today I want your weight over me as you enter me. I want to feel every inch of you plastered to me.”
He didn’t say anything. He just pulled her wrists up with one hand and kissed her mouth, plundering her. Kneeled between her legs. Pulled one leg over his shoulder. Covered every inch of her with him as he thrust into her.
She was already wet and ready for him. But something more than pure lust sang in her veins. Her breasts shifted against his chest as he moved inside her. Her stomach groaned under the weight of his muscles. Sweat beaded over his forehead and she licked his shoulder when he thrust again.
It was hard and crushing. Her breathing was ragged, her skin ablaze with need. The delicious friction of his thrusts awakened a billion nerve-endings in her groin muscles.