Chloe shivered with anticipation, wanting his mouth on hers. She craved his mouth and hands on her body—the weight of him on top of her. She wanted him and everything about him.
She was alive with the moment, had thrown herself into it entirely.
“I want you,” she said, and then blurted honestly, “more than I’ve ever wanted anyone. You go to my head in the most dangerous way.”
He paused, his finger stilling on a button on her blouse, to lift his head and look down at her. She knew her words had pleased him. His mouth curved almost into a smile, while his gaze held a seductive mixture of triumph, possessiveness, and raw desire.
“Show me,” he said softly, taking her hand and placing it upon his chest.
Emboldened by his challenge, Chloe sat up on the bed on her knees so that they faced each other. Running her tongue over her lips, she gripped the soft cotton of his shirt and worked it up and over his body. The revelation had her inhaling swiftly.
Darkly golden skin covered the firm ridges and muscles of his chest. His nipples were brown disks of temptation. Remembering the pleasure that his mouth had given to her, she wanted to return the treatment.
She leaned forward and pressed a light kiss to one nipple; watched it tighten. His following hiss of pleasure told her she’d done something right. Letting her hand explore the contours of his chest, she moved her lips to the other nipple and repeated the treatment.
“Basta,” he growled and gripped her shoulders, lifting her away. “I changed my mind.”
Andrés realized his hands were less than steady when he reached to undo her perfectly styled hair. He wanted those curls free to touch. To see them spilled across his pillow when the time came.
Vixen. She was quite skilled in her touch and knew just how to drive him to the brink of madness.
Her eyes burned with passion as he freed the coif, threading his fingers through the soft strands so they hung over her shoulders. He followed one tendril down to where her blouse was only partially unbuttoned and the fabric gaped. The tops of her creamy breasts were exposed over a white satin and lace bra.
“So beautiful,” he murmured, and drew the pad of his thumb over one pale curve. He smiled at the resulting shiver that took her body; reveled in the soft groan spilling from her lips while she swayed toward him.
“Please. Now, Andrés, I need you.”
Her throaty plea ignited him, snapped any control he had left. Grabbing the edges of her blouse, he jerked them apart, sending buttons flying—knowing it could be easily replaced. With practiced ease, he shed her shirt from her and then unfastened her bra, tossing it aside.
Her full breasts spilled into his waiting hands and he made a murmur of appreciation. Andrés crushed her mouth beneath his again, delving his tongue deep to claim hers while he thumbed the tips of her soft mounds.
She was a fire in his blood, consuming him and burning up any ability to think rationally. But rational thought did not matter right now. Nothing mattered but having her in his arms, in his bed and, in moments, being inside her. Claiming her.
Easing Chloe back onto the mattress, Andrés followed her with his body. He caught one succulent, pink nipple in his mouth while he used a hand to slide up her smooth thigh, cupping the heat of her core through silky panties. Beneath him, Chloe arched, and he caught her cry of excitement with his kiss. He worked a finger beneath the thin fabric to discover the hidden slick folds. His blood pounded through his veins at the evidence of her arousal, heightening his own desire, pushing him further toward the edge.
Lifting his head, Andrés stared down at her. He worked a finger inside her tight channel, probing her slick center. Amazing. Her face pinched with ecstasy while she shuddered with sensation; her eyes squeezed shut.
Beautiful. Her golden hair spilled across the black silk pillowcase of his bedding. Her head moved from side to side, little gasps spilling from her lush, parted lips.
This was how he wanted her. Uninhibited. Submissive. Ready for his taking. He swept his thumb over the secret bud between her thighs.
“Andrés.” Her body clenched around his finger.
Basta. Her sweet cry ripped at his own control. It was too much, and yet it wasn’t enough. He needed her now. Andrés pulled her skirt and panties off and then shed the rest of his clothes.
Spreading her thighs wide, he settled between them and buried himself in her with one smooth thrust. Her sweet body gripping him had a groan spilling from his lips. So hot and tight.
This was surely nirvana.
Chloe struggled to catch her breath. Pleasure as she’d never experienced encased her body. The sensation of Andrés filling her, stretching her, had every nerve tingling and on alert. She couldn’t help but dig her nails into his shoulders when he simply stayed buried within her. As if he, too, were overcome with the moment and he simply needed to let it sink in.