She swallowed, before leaning back, her eyes not leaving his face until he gently pushed her thigh to one side.
Cara’s eyes closed and her head rolled back, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
Moving the other thigh to expose her to his covetous eyes, he held her open to him. Even in the dim light he could see the moisture glistening from her, her arousal there for him to see, and as he pressed his mouth to the heart of her he was suddenly grateful to still be clothed. Unable to relieve his own tension meant there was no danger of embarrassing himself by coming too soon.
Dimly he remembered being on their hotel bed in Dublin and her refusal to let him go properly down on her. He’d placed a simple kiss between her spread legs before she’d pushed him away and clamped her thighs back together.
He hadn’t pressed her on it, had simply thought she was as eager as he for him to be inside her. He’d never considered that she could be a virgin who had never been naked in front of a man.
Now he realised he’d got off lightly. If he’d been given a real taste of her arousal then, he doubted he would have slept in four months.
Cara’s scent and taste should be bottled as an aphrodisiac.
Her tiny moans deepened and when his tongue found her clitoris she jerked and gasped, tried to move him off her.
‘Relax,’ he murmured, pressing a hand to her belly while slowly inserting a finger inside her. If he didn’t already know how aroused she was, this would have proved it beyond doubt.
Relax? Oh, how desperately she wanted to. How Cara yearned to let herself go and lose herself in the wonders of what Pepe was doing to her, because it felt so good.
But she couldn’t.
No matter how hard she concentrated on the magic of his tongue and fingers, no matter how much her body ached for release, the switch in her brain refused to turn off and just let go.
‘Please, Pepe,’ she murmured when she could not take any more. ‘Make love to me.’
He looked up at her with hooded eyes, a wolfish grin spreading over his face. ‘Say it again.’
‘I want...’
He got to his feet. For one fearful moment she thought he was going to leave her there, exposed on so many levels.
Instead he unbuttoned his shirt, his movements deft. He cocked an eyebrow. ‘You want...?’
She swallowed moisture away, staring dazedly at the magnificence of his body as he shrugged the shirt off and casually discarded it.
His trousers and underwear quickly followed, and all she could do was gaze at him with a catch in her throat.
Pepe’s arousal was all too apparent, his erection jutting out in front of him, large and proud.
‘You want?’ he repeated, stepping between her still-parted legs. ‘I want to hear you say it. I want to hear from your own lips that you want this.’
She understood why he was demanding this from her and in a way she couldn’t blame him. Even if she did blame him it would make no difference. If he were to walk away right now the big deep pool she was swimming in would dissolve into a tiny puddle. ‘I want this. I want you.’
His eyes glittered. ‘Then you shall have me.’