“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.
But she wanted more. Couldn’t wait. She ran her tongue over her lips and lifted her hips experimentally. Andrés let out a hiss as he sank deeper into her.
His gaze met hers, and the heat and possessiveness there made her insides melt and her body quiver.
“Oh, how you please me, cariño,” he muttered and made a long, delicious stroke inside her.
The sweet ache bloomed inside her once more, engulfing her and building in intensity with each powerful thrust he made. She moved her hands to his back, tracing her nails over his skin while matching the sensual rhythm he created.
The pleasure built. Climbing higher and higher, spiraling to a place she’d only dreamed of going.
She gasped as the sensation finally exploded, hurling her over that heavenly peak. She shuddered, clutching him and sobbing with ecstasy while he continued to plunge into her. A moment later he let out a shuddering groan. He reached his own release and then the weight of his body fell on top of her.
When she could finally form a coherent thought, she became acutely aware of the weight of Andrés’s body pressing her into the softness of the mattress. A wave of shyness swept through her as the magnitude of what she’d just done hit.
Andrés moved off her and onto his side, nuzzling her neck. He slid an arm around her waist. Butterflies fluttered in her belly; warmth slid from her head to her toes. Her pulse quickened and her throat tightened with emotion.
This moment felt right. Completely natural. She was thankful she’d listened to her heart. Andrés was a tender and skillful lover, even when they’d both been fervent with passion.
The lovemaking had been so intense and emotional. Where there seemed to be a connection between them that went far beyond the physical.
Chloe stroked a hand through his hair and drew in an unsteady breath. Her heart squeezed. Andrés was a man she could fall in love with all too easily.
“Chloe,” Andrés murmured against her breast. “Do you have any idea—dammit.”
At his sudden curse she stiffened, wondering if she’d done something wrong. “What is it?”
He lifted his head, disbelief flashing in his eyes. “I did not take precautions.”
“Take precautions?” she parroted. His meaning sunk in and then her cheeks flamed. He hadn’t used protection. “Oh.”
He swore softly in Spanish and moved from the bed. He paced the room, thrusting a hand through his hair. “I cannot believe this.”
Chloe’s stomach sank and the exquisiteness of the moment deflated like a pinpricked balloon. She sat up in bed, drawing her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, her mind reeling at how quickly things had gone from magical to awkward. Wanting to ease some of his frustration, she said, “This is my fault too.”
Something in her voice snapped him from his own agitated thoughts. He spun around and saw her, curled up almost defensively, and cursed himself.
“Forgive me,” he muttered thickly, and moved back to the bed, drawing her once more into his arms. “This is not your fault, cariño.”
He brushed his lips across her forehead in an effort to ease her worries, but could not completely eradicate his own. When he’d realized how careless he’d been, his entire world had come to a halt. He’d never—ever—made such a gigantic blunder.
Memories of his own childhood, dark and painful, threatened to surface, but he shoved them ruthlessly back into the shadows of his soul.
“Andrés,” she began hesitantly, lifting her head from his chest to look at him. Her cheeks were red and discomfort flashed in her eyes. “There’s probably no need to worry. A few years ago I was diagnosed with a condition…” She bit her lip and shook her head. “I’m sorry, it’s embarrassing to discuss, but what I’m trying to say is that when I do decide to have a child, it will likely be a challenge to conceive.”
Andrés blinked, a bit taken aback at her bleak revelation. One that was obviously quite difficult for Chloe to make. His gut twisted for the sadness in her and he pressed a kiss against her forehead, tightening his arms around her. “Lo siento, cariño. I am sorry.”
Yet at the same moment—and he knew it made him a bastard—some of the tension eased from his body at her admission. A child from his seed was never to be. Which was why he was usually meticulously careful.
Except for tonight.
Even with Chloe’s condition, he would use protection regardless when they made love in the future. He simply could not afford to take that risk.
“I’m a fool,” he murmured, keeping his tone light. “Forgive my overreaction. I simply have never lost my head quite so quickly. You enchant me.”
He lifted her chin, relieved to see the pained expression leave her eyes once more. He pressed a soft kiss across her swollen mouth, and her lashes fluttered down to shield her gaze, her body shivered against him once more.
Andrés moved his mouth down her jaw line and onto the delicate curve between her neck and shoulder. Anointing the silky soft skin with soft kisses. Loving the soft mew of pleasure she made. He reveled in the way she squirmed beneath him, her breathing shifting in a clear sign that her excitement was mounting once more.
His groin tightened and he closed his eyes, inhaling her scent. How was it possible he wanted her again so soon? Usually he made love to a woman and could last at least a day without touching her again.
He moved from the bed, his mouth curving slightly at her cry of disappointment. A moment later he swept her naked body up into his arms.