She had never felt so completely desired. Or so needed.
It should have felt wonderful, and it had—it did—only…
Her breath felt suddenly leaden in her chest. Only facts were facts, and nothing could last for ever. Sooner or later Luis would discover that not only was she a mass of insecurities but she also had a humiliating past. And then that would be that.
She felt a ripple of fear snake across her skin. What if no man ever made her feel like that again?
Her pulse trembled.
That was, of course, a rhetorical question, for how could she ever recreate the last few days? All this—the island, the fortaleza, Luis—it wasn’t real life. Or not her real life anyway. Soon she would be back in London and then her time with Luis would be nothing more than a beautiful memory.
But they were both adults, both single, and the sexual spark between them was powerful enough to light up the entire Iberian peninsula.
So why not make the most of it?
Looking down at his gorgeous body, she swallowed hard. ‘I don’t know, but I do know that I like you. And I think you like me.’
Luis felt his breath catch a little. The simplicity of her words as much as the proximity of her warm, near-naked body was making his pulse jump in his chest, and it took a moment to steady both his breathing and his expression.
Right now, being with Cristina felt like a no-brainer. No one had come close to making him feel like she did, but—
‘You’re not looking for something serious?’
She shook her head. ‘I’m not.’
‘My parents—’
‘Don’t need to know,’ she said quickly. ‘This is just between us.’
And if he’d been close to losing control before he almost lost it there and then as casually she undid the towel and let it drop from her body.
‘Just you and me,’ she said huskily.
Kneeling on the bed, she straddled him, her naked body pressing against his erection. Instinctively his hands slid up around her waist, then higher to her breasts, and he gazed up at her, his breath stilling in his throat as he felt her shiver.
Slowly he stroked her nipples, his heart kicking against his ribs as he felt the tips swell and harden beneath his fingers. Watching her soft brown eyes dilate, he lifted his head and kissed her.
‘You’re so beautiful,’ he whispered against her mouth.
Breathing shallowly, Cristina reached down to steady herself, and at the touch of her hands he broke away from her mouth, his head falling back against the pillow, the breath hissing between his teeth.
His eyes were fixed on her face, intent and impossibly dark, their grey swallowed up by the black of his pupils. Muscles clenching, she rolled back and forth on his body in time to the pulse beating between her thighs.
‘Luis…’ she murmured and, bending her head, she kissed him, brushing her lips over his, her fingers stroking his arms, his chest, down over the furrows of muscle on his stomach, then closing over the length of his erection.
He jerked against her and, maddened by her touch, he caught her fingers, tightening his hand around hers as she fed him into herself.
‘Ah, Cristina…’ He groaned, his pulse accelerating. She was so tight and warm and wet, and suddenly he knew he could wait no longer.
Rocking against him, Cristina felt the change, felt his body growing harder and tauter even as the ball of heat rolling inside her moved faster and faster. And then, just as she knew she could take no more, he grabbed both her hands and, pressing them into the mattress, thrust upwards as she arched into him.
Later—much later—she lay and watched him as he collected his clothes from the floor, where she’d stripped them off him earlier that morning. They had made love again, then taken a shower together, and ended up making love until the water had run cold, and they had stumbled, laughing, back into the bedroom and into bed.
Even just thinking about him moving against her made her skin prickle, for she knew how it felt to have him deep inside her, to have his mouth and hands roam at will over her body.
Her eyes rested on his hands—those same hands that had given her such pleasure—and she felt a pang like hunger.
And then, just like that, her brain jumped forward and she frowned. ‘We missed breakfast.’