He knelt between her legs. He stroked the folds of her most intimate skin with one finger, sliding up and down with a light touch that drove her crazy.
“Alejandro...please...”
Her hips bucked as his finger touched herthere. Then he pulled back, and she whimpered. A whimper followed by a cry as he leaned down and replaced his finger with his mouth. His tongue moved over, dancing over her skin as heat pulsed through her, carrying her higher as she tangled her fingers in his hair and begged for release.
He slid a finger inside her, her heat clenching down around him. He sucked her into his mouth, and she came apart again. Her entire body shattered, sensation rippling over her skin as she closed her eyes against the pinwheels of light dancing in her vision.
Her body went limp, the coolness of the sheets a pleasing contrast against her heated body. Her heart pounded against her ribs. Slowly, with deep, cleansing breaths, her lust receded.
“Calandra...”
She opened her eyes to see him braced above her, that devilish smirk lurking on his lips.
“See what happens when you trust me?”
If he hadn’t just given her such pleasure, she’d be tempted to do something utterly childish, like pinch him. Instead, she sat up, reached forward and laid her hand on the growing bulge in his pants, savoring the darkening of his eyes as he let out a hiss. “What are you doing?”
“Do you trust me?”
He groaned as she tightened her grasp on him.
“Guess I’ll have to.”
She unzipped his pants, her fingers curling around his thick length. He sucked in a breath. His eyes blazed as he watched her hand slide up and down, trailing over every inch of him.
And then she leaned down to suck him into her mouth. He groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair. She loved the taste of him, the musky, masculine scent. It made her feel wild, passionate,free.
“Calandra...”
He stood and removed his clothes. Then he sat next to her on the bed, picked her up and tugged her onto his lap. He paused, the tip of his sex resting against her core.
“Calandra...” She started to ease down, but he stopped her. “You need to know—”
“No conversation,” she whispered as she tried to sink down. She needed him inside her, needed to feel him.
“London.”
The word stopped her cold. She stared down at him, hurt and jealousy splashing cold water on her lust.
“What about London?”
His fingers tightened on her thighs. “Nothing happened. It’s only been you. Ever since New York. No one but you.”
Her heart burst. She slid down his length, then leaned forward, pressed her naked skin against his and kissed him with all the love and desire she could pour into a single act. He kissed her back, fingers tangling in her hair as he marked her as his.
Then she sat up and moved, slowly at first, relearning his body, how he felt inside her. His hands stayed on her hips, his eyes fixed on hers as she rode him.
She burst once more, a kaleidoscope of colors obscuring her vision as she arched back and cried out his name. He jerked against her, returned her call with one of his own as he groaned her name, then shuddered. She collapsed against him, keeping at bay all the wild, rational thoughts trying to maneuver their way in.
For now, just for a little while, she wanted to savor this moment when she’d thrown off the shackles of her past and embraced the present.
And the man who, no matter how hard she had tried, was now firmly lodged deep inside her heart.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
ALIGHTAWAKENEDALEJANDRO. He opened his eyes to see the trumpet flowers on the balcony glowing as the setting sun lit them from behind. A quick glance confirmed the bed was empty. Concerned, he threw back the covers, tugged on his discarded pants and padded over to the glass doors, his heartbeat slowing as he spied Calandra on the cream-colored divan on the balcony.
Long legs, bare and sleek. That incredible body wrapped in a lavender bathrobe, the top parted just enough to hint at her stunning breasts. Her face, smooth and serene, eyelashes dark against her skin, eyes closed.