He inhaled deeply to stop the groan that wanted to escape.
Her breaths coming out in shallow pants, she guided him to her opening, and sank down on him.
This time his groan could not be held at bay and as his mouth parted she moaned into him, the sound of their pleasure muffled.
She broke away from his mouth and raised herself, placing her hands on his shoulders to steady herself, then sank back down.
With a hand on her back and the other on her hip, Raul began to move with her, bucking upwards to meet her downward thrusts, unable to tear his gaze from her eyes.
They were filled with wonder and ecstasy and it was all directed at him.
But the urgency was there too, for both of them, the movements quickening, pressing closer and closer together until he had her crushed against him and her mouth and tongue were twined with his.
He felt her tighten around him and fought to hold on, right until she sank one final time and shuddered, clinging to him.
And then it was time for his release.
It ripped through him, blinding him with its savage force, his whole body shuddering as he fought for every last drop of the pleasure consuming him.
He had no idea how long they sat there afterwards, fused together, faces buried in each other’s necks, the only sound their ragged breathing.
It was only when she raised her face to kiss him that some form of sanity came back to him.
‘I need to use your bathroom,’ she murmured, climbing off him. She grinned, then sashayed on obviously unsteady feet to his adjoining restroom.
Alone, he blew out a burst of warm air and got to his feet, sorting out his clothes, his dazed brain slowly clearing.
That had to count as the most unexpected and erotic experience of his life.
In no time at all, Charley slipped back into the office and scooped her coat from the floor.
She met Raul’s eye and grinned again as she slipped her arms into the sleeves and tightened the belt around her waist.
Stepping back over to him, she slid her arms around his neck and reached up to kiss him. She made to leave but he caught her wrist and pulled her back to him, cupping her cheeks to give her one final, deep, passionate kiss.
The serene smile lighting her face, Charley left his office as silently as she’d come.
Raul flopped back onto his chair and rubbed his eyes.
Had that really happened?
In all the years of their marriage, Charley had never done anything like this. Not once. The closest had been her dressing up for him in sexy lingerie and seducing him in their bedroom.
He felt a twitch in his loins as he saw again her opening that long coat to reveal her shimmering nakedness.
Dios.
She’d been so ready for him.
Dios.
Dragging a hand through his hair, he tried to force his concentration back on the work before him but knew he was fighting a losing battle.
She’d be back home soon.
He felt the twitch in his loins again and gritted his teeth.
Would she get dressed or would she stay naked?
He punched the buzzer of his phone. ‘Get me a coffee,’ he ordered, forgetting his usual pleasantries. ‘And make it a strong one.’
Only through ruthless control did he manage to get any more work done that day. His libido never quite returned to dormancy, a dull ache there that he studiously ignored, determined to get his work complete as quickly as possible so he could return home to his wife waiting there for him. Not just waiting for him but openly wanting him.
His heart felt so full and weighty he could feel it pressing against his chest.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
RAUL FASTENED HIS seat belt wondering what exactly he’d agreed to.
They’d met Pierre at the new centre, along with Vittore and Pablo, the project manager. Seve had also joined them, enthusing about all the renovation work being undertaken.
Charley had been in her element, eyes shining, her happiness as bright as the sun blazing in the sky.
The storm that had covered great swathes of Spain over the past few days had lifted. His spirits had turned with it.
‘It would be better if I drove,’ he said, watching as she adjusted the driver’s seat. He’d never been a passenger with his wife behind the wheel.
‘You’re not insured,’ Charley said blithely, switching the engine on.
‘It will take one minute to get me on the insurance.’
‘I’m driving.’ And with that, she put the minibus into reverse and they were on their way, ambling towards the town of Buñol.
Five of the children were strapped in the back with two of the other workers and another volunteer, all the children in a heightened state of excitement. From what Charley had said, they displayed the same level of enthusiasm towards trips to the local swimming baths and the supermarket.