In the Brazilian's Debt(38)

                ‘Brute,’ she exclaimed as he lowered her onto the bed and kept her pinned there.

                ‘Hussy,’ he countered as she reached for him to take matters into her own hands.

                ‘You make that sound like the biggest compliment on earth,’ she commented, raising one brow with amusement.

                ‘Where you’re concerned, it is,’ he said. ‘And why shouldn’t you feel free?’

                ‘For once in my life?’ she suggested.

                ‘No more talk, Lizzie. Not tonight.’

                It was just as well Chico had put an embargo on conversation, as she resented the time she might waste forming words. She wanted him. It was that simple, and that complicated, Lizzie thought as Chico protected them both. The urge to feel close to him again was stronger than anything—to be held by him, and feel the reassurance of Chico’s arms around her; to feel his trust, and to trust in him. Trust was the worst thing of all to lose, she had concluded over the years that had separated them. Doubt and lack of trust were so corrosive.

                ‘Where are you now?’ he demanded, jolting her out of these thoughts.

                ‘I’m with you,’ she whispered, smiling into his eyes. And Chico was magnificent, a powerhouse of muscle and strength. She was enslaved by the magic he could work with his hands, and drew in a shuddering breath as his fingertips grazed her arm. He really was the master of the innocent touch that promised so much more.

                ‘Whatever I say you must do, you must do,’ he proposed.

                ‘You’ll be lucky,’ she said, smiling into his wicked black eyes.

                ‘Really?’ Chico challenged her. ‘Shall we put that to the test?’

                ‘Please,’ she encouraged.

                Her excited cries shivered on the sultry air as Chico drew the tip of his erection slowly down, while holding her firmly in place so she had nothing more to do than accept the pleasure. The sheer size and weight of him forced an exclamation of excited alarm from her lips, and that was all it took to make him stop. ‘Don’t—’

                ‘Don’t stop?’ he queried, frowning as he stared down at her. ‘You’re shivering.’

                ‘With anticipation,’ she said as she linked her hands behind his neck. ‘I want you,’ she whispered, moving to help him.

                ‘Then, I’ll take it easy.’

                ‘No need.’ She sucked in a breath as Chico found her, touched her, and did things with his hands that made the world and all its complications go away.

                Covering his hand with hers, she encouraged him. Heaven was a steady rhythm, and a man who knew just what to do. It was the most natural thing on earth when she thrust towards him and drew him in, though she inhaled sharply as Chico moved deeper, stretching her beyond what seemed to be possible, but he was so skilful and patient that pleasure soon eclipsed the shock of his invasion. Even so, he waited a moment so she could grab a breath.

                ‘OK?’

                ‘Too good,’ she managed.

                Turning her face into his chest so he couldn’t see the glimmer of tears in her eyes, she rejoiced at finally being where she belonged with Chico. She’d waited so long for this, and it felt so right, even better than she had imagined. ‘More,’ she whispered, digging her fingers into his shoulders.