Kept by the Spanish Billionaire(42)

He slid his hands under her waist so that she was arched even more up towards him, a willing offering for him to take.

With feverish excitement, Amy wound her fingers through his hair. Instead of closing her eyes, she looked down at him as he explored her breasts with his mouth and tongue, watched with mounting heat as his dark head moved between them, pleasuring first one then the other.

She tried to push herself up so that she could touch him as well, but he was having none of it. He just wouldn’t let her.

His tongue trailing across her stomach made her groan aloud and she did close her eyes as his hands moved to slide under her bottom, levering her up so that he could nuzzle the soft hair between her legs.

She moaned and then sucked in her breath sharply because now he was no longer nuzzling but exploring her with his tongue and mouth.

To open her eyes and look at him moving on her would have been too unbearably erotic.

But when his questing tongue continued flicking against her over-sensitised nub, she had to reach down and tug him gently away or else risk her own early and unwanted orgasm!

‘Not yet,’ was all she could manage to croak.

She wanted to touch him too. Had to! Had to lick his flat brown nipples, then do her own tactile exploration of his magnificent body. He was amazingly well muscled. Not surprising given his profession, but it was still a heady turn-on to contour the flat, hard planes of his stomach with her hand.#p#分页标题#e#

Then she pleasured him as he had her, making it slow and leisurely.

They both knew when the moment was right. Never before had Rafael felt so in tune with someone else’s body. It was almost as if she could communicate to him through her senses.

He entered her the good, old-fashioned way. Time enough for a more adventurous approach. Right now…right now Rafael just needed her too much.

He was carried away by his body’s driving needs and no longer in charge of the steering wheel. It was only afterwards as they were lying next to one another that a sudden thought occurred to Rafael.

‘We didn’t use any protection.’

Amy had to make an effort to join in with his perfectly serious, sensible line of conversation. All she wanted to do was enjoy this wonderful feeling of perfect contentment and play with his hair. Just as she was doing at the moment. Reluctantly, she propped herself up on her elbows and looked at him.

‘No,’ she agreed. ‘We didn’t. I guess…things just happened too quickly. One minute I was standing at your door with my ready-made apology, the next minute we were somehow in bed together. Not much in-depth chat in between.’

‘Which could be a problem.’

‘Well, what if I told you that I wasn’t protected?’

Amy didn’t know what she had expected in response to this provocative remark, but she hadn’t expected the complete stillness, the closed, shuttered expression.

‘It’s no joking matter, Amy. Are you or aren’t you?’

She pulled back, suddenly disturbed by his response, then she told herself shakily that of course she was being paranoid. ‘Of course I’m protected,’ she told him truthfully. ‘You needn’t worry that I’m going to show up on your doorstep in a year’s time with an unexpected present in a basket. I’m not that irresponsible!’

‘No. Old habits die hard,’ Rafael said, also truthfully. ‘Making sure a woman has no agenda is just something I’ve become accustomed to doing over the years…’

‘What kind of agenda would a woman have…?’ With you? she nearly added, having more or less made her mind up that Rafael’s staggering sexual self-assurance was due to the fact that he had affairs with the rich and possibly famous who stayed at the house. Well, it wasn’t as though they would be looking to him as a meal ticket, was it?

‘The usual kind.’ Rafael shrugged.

‘You’re a commitment phobe…’ Amy said slowly. She didn’t know why it hurt to think that he was laying down warnings about getting involved with him, considering there was no chance of that as she was going to be returning to England within days.

And even if she had been staying on, even if she had been spending the rest of her life living next to him, did she really imagine that he would be contemplating marriage and kids on the first night they had slept together?

They hadn’t even been on a date together! At least, not really. Taking someone out because you felt sorry for them didn’t count as a date and sleeping with someone because there happened to be a spark of mutual physical attraction didn’t count as love.

She wondered where that word had come from and frowned.