“I look at her and feel nothing—not even anger anymore. I didn’t want her jealousy, but I didn’t want her insinuating herself into my bed either.”
“Because you want her there. Otherwise you wouldn’t need me standing between you!”
He grabbed her arms and jerked hard, spurred by every ounce of pent-up desire in him, harbored for too long. “Listen to you!” She slammed against him with a gasp. Her eyes flamed in indignation and his body roared to life, singed by her lushness, her mouth so close. “There’s only one woman I want in my bed—one. And I’ve wanted her for a long, long time.”
“Then go get her!”
He backed her toward the bedroom. “Oh, I will—and I’ll have her right where I want her.” He dragged her closer and pulled her dress beneath her breasts and her scent, sweet and warm, washed through his senses. He seized a nipple with two fingers and pushed her breast up to his mouth and sucked.
He paused briefly to say, “The thought of you has me tied into knots. I want to taste you. For you to give me your lips, feel my body in yours. I want you coming with my name on your lips, coming over and over, with me.”
She caught his head and moaned. He could see the needs, the emotions, rising in her and darkening her eyes to storms. His hands caught her wrists and pinned them over her head and tightened. “Share my bed.”
“Marcos…”
A throbbing sensation pulsed through him, aching in his erection, his chest, his head. His voice grew hard, fierce as his cheek pressed against hers and he murmured in her ear. “I won’t beg, not even for you, I won’t ask again, Virginia. I have a craving for you…it’s running wild and out of control. You share this craving. You crave me, you crave me so much you tremble with the force of it. Don’t deny us. Don’t deny me.”
His breathing was ragged, hers wild. The gleam of defiance died out in her eyes as she gazed at his lips. He groaned and pulled her head to his as he swept down. His kiss was bred by passion, rampant with lust. The raging desire threatened to consume his mind, his sanity. He was undone by her kiss, her taste. His mind raced, his thirst for her sweeping through him. Her response was wholehearted, fiery, and it almost sent him to his knees. Her mouth sipped, her hands took what he wanted to give her. He called upon restraint but there was only passion here. Over and over he thought of being gentle, over and over her answer was to intensify, demand more.
He grabbed her and thrust her onto the bed, bouncing, and he was ripping at his shirt.
She climbed to her knees, her hands on her dress, fumbling to unbutton.
He whipped his shirt off, meeting her glimmering green gaze, stripping naked. “Do you want me?”
“Yes.”
He unbuckled his belt and sent it slapping to the floor. “Lie back.”
His heart thundered as he waited for her to, aware of the erection straining before her, listening to her sharp inhale. She backed away, her dress riding up to show her blue panties. And she was… There were no words. That lacy blue stuff looked delicious on her…. He wanted to use his lips to pry it off, his teeth… No, he couldn’t wait; he needed to feel her skin.
He fell on her and trapped her under him, yanking her arms up, his pelvis arching into her. “You’ll take what I can give you, all of it, amor.”
“Yes.”
She struggled against him, but he tamed her with his mouth, pinning her with his weight, stretching out naked on top of her. He grabbed her hair and held her still, and it felt like silk between his fingers. “I’m going to love doing this with you.”
She sighed and rubbed against him like a cat. “I’ll pretend to like it.”
Her voice was husky, full of longing, inviting him to do things to her. He cupped the full globes of her lace-covered breasts, dragging his teeth across that delectable spot of skin, licking the curve between her neck and shoulder. “Oh, you will. I’ll make sure you do.” Her nipple puckered, and he pinched to draw it out even more. “This little nipple pretends very well.”
She lay back, all skin and hair and woman, drawing him to her warmth. Her arms were around him, her hands on his back, kneading the bunched-up muscles. He shuddered. He could lose himself in those eyes, in that body, in her, and he demanded, “Say ‘Marcos.’ Whisper my name to me.”
“Marcos.”
She wasn’t sure from what part of her had come this determination, this courage or this desperate want, she only knew she needed him. He annihilated her mind, her senses. She hadn’t realized what she’d do, how she’d fight to be with this one man until she’d seen Marissa.
She hadn’t yet finished saying his name, a word that echoed the passion roaring through her, and he was there already, growling “Virginia” and taking her mouth in a fierce kiss. A flock of butterflies exploded in her stomach when their lips met. Her head swam as the flames spread, his tongue thrusting precisely, strongly, fiercely inside, emotion hissing through her, weakening her, overwhelming her.
Growling, he deepened the kiss as he tugged the bow loose at her hip, and she felt the fabric of her dress unfurl until it opened and hung at her sides. “It’s important your body becomes familiar with my touch. All of it. You want Marissa to believe us, don’t you? If you want others to believe it you have to believe it yourself. Your body has to know to respond when I touch it.”
A strangled sound echoed in the silence and in the back of her mind Virginia realized it came from her. He cupped one lace-encased breast. Oh, it was so wonderful. So bad. So everything. She’d stop him in a minute…in one more minute…no, she’d not stop him, not tonight, maybe not ever.
Utterly possessing her lips, he slid his free palm down the flatness of her stomach and below. “It’s important I know your curves…the texture of your skin…”
She could feel every sinew of his muscles against her. His fingers…sliding downward. Deep, forgotten places inside her clenched in waiting for his touch. Opening her mouth, she flicked her tongue out to his. “Marcos.”
“Here you are. Soaked.”