The Real Romero(67)

                She had taken a chance, had been prepared to stomach his rejection because her own shameless craving felt like something requiring satisfaction before she packed her bags and walked away. The feel of his arousal was proof that he wanted her, too, even if he didn’t think it was a good idea.

                With a growl of impatience, Lucas pulled off the polo shirt, revealing a bronzed, muscular body that was as exquisite and as perfect as the rest of him. Any wonder she had dumped all her reservations? Breathing shallow, she ran her fingers lightly over his torso, pausing to circle the tight, brown nipples.

                ‘We’re supposed to be lovers...’ She looked up at him with a wry smile. ‘Aren’t we?’

                ‘How is it that you haven’t felt this pressing need to touch me before?’

                ‘Who says I haven’t?’

                Lucas’s smile was triumphant. Common sense flew through the window. He began unbuttoning the tiny pearl buttons, taking his time, until the top half of the dress was gaping, allowing him to see tantalising glimpses of her soft breasts.

                ‘You weren’t wearing a bra,’ he murmured huskily. ‘That was the first thing I noticed when I saw you this evening.’

                ‘I had no idea you even noticed what I was wearing, considering you didn’t say anything.’

                ‘The sight left me speechless.’

                Milly smiled. ‘Speechless in a good way?’

                ‘Speechless in a way that made me want to do what I’m about to do now.’ He hooked his fingers under the spaghetti straps of the dress and slowly pulled himself down until he was feasting his eyes on the proud jut of her breasts.

                Milly stood absolutely still, which was the only way she could think of to restrain herself from pulling the dress back into position. She didn’t want to think of all the lovely bodies he had looked at before because she was not built like one of them.

                ‘Don’t say anything.’

                ‘Not hard. I find...’ He circled one rosy nipple with his finger and felt her shudder. ‘I find myself without words...’

                ‘I’m not tall and skinny. I’m short and well-endowed... Sorry.’

                Lucas looked at her in genuine amazement at her self-denigration. ‘I’ve never heard anything so ridiculous in all my life.’

                ‘Thank you for that.’ Romantic fool she might be but she could also be as realistic as he assumed she was not, and she was realistic enough to know that what he saw was the novelty of a differently shaped body and a differently fashioned personality from those to which he was accustomed. But the moment would be lost if she embarked on that sort of conversation. It was a topic best left alone.

                She walked shakily towards the bed and seconds later he joined her, tossing the condom he had sourced onto the small bedside table.

                ‘Take off the dress,’ he commanded. ‘No, just let it fall open... Yes, like that. I want to see you...’ He straddled her prone body and just watched, savouring the tight buds of her nipples. He removed his jeans and enjoyed the way her eyes skittered away from his pulsing erection before looking once again. ‘Feel free to touch.’ He barely recognised his voice.

                Milly gulped and tentatively tugged down the boxers. He was impressive in his girth, his erection as big, as powerful and as striking as he was. She took it in her hand and instinct took over. At first, she kept her eyes half-closed, but then opened them and looked at the shiny head in her hand then, growing braver, she sat up and took him into her mouth.