He was the father of her child and that was complicated enough. But she’d never been one to walk away from something she wanted, and frankly, she wanted Alec Velasquez.
She put her hand on his chest, running her finger over the skin exposed by the buttons he’d left undone at his collar. She touched his gold chain and lifted it up to examine the medallion. He hadn’t been wearing this the night they met.
“Tell me what you’re thinking, Alejandro,” she said softly, hearing the lust in her own voice and knowing she’d made no attempt to disguise it from him.
His put his hand over hers, pressing it flat against his chest as he leaned in, angling his head to one side, never breaking eye contact with her as he brought his mouth closer to hers.
“I’m thinking that if I don’t kiss you I might die,” he admitted. Then his mouth brushed over hers as his hand tangled in her hair.
She sighed, realizing that this was what she’d been waiting for and that it had been worth the wait.
The tensionthat had been in his gut since he’d first seen her this morning at the polo grounds finally eased. He put his hands on either side of her neck, holding her gently, reminding himself that she was pregnant, and this kiss could be the start of something.
It was hard to keep the embrace gentle, hard to rein in his desire for her, because the kiss simply whetted his appetite for more. It made him want to lift her into his arms and carry her into the house and up to his bedroom.
Memories of their night together stirred in his mind, and now that he was touching her again he wanted more. But he was determined to keep things cool and casual. He didn’t know what the future held for them. And really, he probably shouldn’t be kissing her.
But she’d touched him and teased him, and he’d never really had to deny himself anything he wanted.
And damn, she tasted so good that none of that mattered. He opened his mouth over hers and their tongues clashed. She sighed as she moved her hands to his waist, holding him even closer. It was all he could do to keep from crushing her against his body. To keep from escalating this beyond a simple kiss to something hot and heavy.
His cock stirred, and he shifted his hips back so she wouldn’t rub against his erection. But she pulled him closerwith her hands on his waist, rubbing her center against him, and he couldn’t help but thrust against her. She moaned deep in her throat and changed the angle of her head so that he could deepen the kiss.
He did, taking everything she offered him. He’d spent every moment since their night together reliving it and wanting to be back in her arms. Now she was here.
Yes, it was complicated, but that didn’t seem to matter when he had her in his arms. He rubbed his finger up and down the column of her neck and felt the shiver that went through her as she wrapped her arms around his waist and cupped his butt, drawing him closer to her. She lifted one thigh and wrapped it around his hips. He groaned and got even harder, though he hadn’t thought that was possible.
He rubbed himself against her as he continued the kiss. But he knew that the smart thing would be to break this embrace and step back. He was leaving in the morning. He couldn’t sleep with her again and then leave.
That was a bad precedent to set. Yet backing away also didn’t feel right.
He lifted his head and rubbed his lips over hers before he broke all contact. “You make me forget everything, even my name.”
She shook her head. “You’re too clever for that. I doubt a kiss could have that powerful of an effect on you.”
He took her hand and drew it down to his erection and she rubbed her hand over him. “You have a very pronounced effect on me.”
She stroked him through his pants, tipping her head back so their eyes met. “I seem to.”
There was no way to talk about this. He was overwhelmed with the urge to get inside her. He hesitated, though, not wanting her to feel pressure, but then felt her slowly lowering the zipper of his trousers. Her hand slipped insidehis open fly.
There was no turning back. He lifted her off her feet and she wrapped her legs around his hips as he carried her out of the willow arbor to the shaded double lounger next to the pool.
He sat down, so she straddled his lap and shifted against him, pushing her hands into his hair and bringing her mouth down on his.
God, he tasted better than she remembered. Straddling his lap made her realize how desperately she wanted to get closer to him. Wanted him close enough so she could feel him inside her. His mouth...damn those perfect lips that felt just right under hers. And the taste of him. It was addicting.
But she could control it.
She kissed him again, even deeper than before, rocking her hips and rubbing her center over the ridge of his erection. It felt so good.
She lifted her head. His eyes were half closed. Rubbing her fingers along his jaw, she felt the abrasion of his stubble, and it sent shivers through her as she shifted around and brought her mouth back to his.
He tasted so good.
She never wanted to stop kissing him. She remembered what it had been like—the sex between them. It had been hard to wake up alone and realize she’d never have him again.
Now she was back in his presence and less than a few hours later she was straddling him, kissing him like she’d never get enough of him.