In the Brazilian's Debt(36)

                ‘Still too many clothes,’ she murmured, smiling up at him.

                Swinging off the bed, he tugged off his jeans, and turned around.

                Chico’s naked body was a breath-stealing sight. He blotted out everything else. She saw nothing else but him as he came slowly back to her. Resting over her without touching her, he was close enough for her to map every inch of his impressive chest with her fingertips. She raised her face and he kissed her...tenderly, deeply. Kissing him, feeling him, running the palms of her hands lightly down his arms, was self-indulgence on a grand scale. Throwing her head back, she closed her eyes so she could achieve an even deeper level of concentration as she stroked her hands across the wide spread of his shoulders, and down over the flexing muscles of his back.

                She knew Chico was watching for her reaction, and guessed that the expression in his dark eyes would be faintly amused. So be it. She didn’t care. Use me, take me, any way you want, sang in her mind as he dipped his head to kiss her again, and then deepened the kiss. Their tongues tangled as each of them battled for supremacy. Chico won. The sound of their mutual need fuelled her hunger, and as a fierce heat flared between them Chico pinned her hands above her head, making her cry out with excitement as he rested over her, staring down for what seemed like the longest time, before dipping his head to kiss her mouth, her neck, her breasts—

                Could she stand this level of sensation? She had been starved for so long. She had dreamed of this for so long—

                ‘Let go of all your inhibitions,’ Chico said softly against her mouth.

                ‘I wasn’t aware I had any left.’

                He laughed, and then teased her nipples in between his thumb and forefinger until the sensation made her thrash her head about and she found it difficult to breathe, let alone speak. Chico seemed to know her body’s responses better than she did. She had never been so free with a man—had never realised it could be this good. It never could be with anyone but Chico. Arcing her back in the hunt for more contact, she was glad her wilful body had taken over from her common sense. Chico didn’t help when he started whispering the most outrageous suggestions in both his own language, and in hers.

                ‘Must you have such a sexy voice?’ she demanded.

                He laughed softly, as his massive shoulders eased in a shrug. ‘It’s the only voice I’ve got.’

                ‘And these hands...’ Bringing his hand to her lips, she kissed his palm, and then each of his fingertips in turn. ‘Just don’t speak to me, and please don’t touch me, or I can’t be accountable for my actions.’

                ‘Good. That means I have to control you,’ Chico shifted position, so she was firmly held in his embrace. His soft laughter warmed her, while the sight of his brutally powerful body looming over hers made her fierce with desire for him. Once she took the next step, she would have given Chico her trust completely.

                ‘Why are you smiling?’ he asked.

                ‘Because I want this,’ she said honestly. ‘I want you.’

                She had always wanted him. Reaching down, she took him in her hand, and, shocked by the size of him, she closed her eyes so she could absorb his warmth, his length, his girth, and his silky, thrusting strength. He groaned at her first attempt to work him lightly, and it was a thrill to discover she had this power over him. And when she moved down the bed to lap him with her tongue he groaned again.

                Chico was so relaxed, and so responsive, he made it easy for her to judge what he liked. He excited her and this excited her, so she grew bolder, until finally she controlled him with her mouth and with her tongue, while she cupped him and nursed him in her hands. He trusted her to do this, and even if it was only for tonight this brought them close again, and she’d missed that closeness. Adding to his pleasure became her only goal. She flicked her tongue up and down his length, and was rewarded by the sight of his thigh muscles tightening. Another groan, another whispered instruction, but from her this time, until finally he took her mouth with one careful and lazy thrust of his hips. She didn’t have to wonder if he liked this. Lacing his fingers through her hair, he held her in place as he moved slowly and rhythmically to and fro.