He got to his feet again, slid his hand into her hair, and tilted her face upward for a kiss, speaking to her just before their lips touched. “You’re beautiful,Mia.”
His mouth closed over hers in a kiss that left her breathless and made her knees go weak. Seriously? A kiss could dothat?
Somehow, she managed to tear her lips from his. “I want to undress you,too.”
He was breathing as hard as she was, his lips wet and swollen. He released her, took a step backward, offering himself to her. “I’m allyours.”
She unbuttoned his shirt with shaky hands and slipped it over his shoulders, leaving him to pull it down his arms while she indulged herself, exploring his chest, his pecs, his obliques, all that delicious muscle shifting beneath her palms, his skin like silk. “I love how youfeel.”
“Feel all youwant.”
She glanced up, a thrill shivering through her to find him watching her, a faint smile on his lips. Holding his gaze, she reached down, unzipped his fly and slid her hands between his underwear and his ass, pushing all that irritating fabric down his hips and freeing his erection. He took over from there, bending down to shuck his jeans and boxer briefs. And then he stood naked beforeher.
God, he was beautiful, his body so muscular and lean, his cock rising thick and hard from black curls, his testicles heavy and full. If she’d been an artist and someone had asked her to draw the perfect male nude, she would have drawnthis.
She would have drawnJoaquin.
He took a step toward her, rested his hands on her waist, then brushed the knuckles of his right hand slowly up her left side, his touch turning her skin to gooseflesh. His hand found its way to her bra clasp in back, and her bra sprangfree.
She caught it, held the lace cups to her breasts, a sudden rush of insecurity leaving her self-conscious.
He looked into her eyes, took hold of the bra, and pulled it slowly out of her hands, dropping it onto the floor. Then he caught her hands with his, his gaze burning over her, making her exposed nipples tighten. “Mia.”
He pulled her against him and kissed her, their bodies pressed together, her breasts against his chest. His hands found their way beneath her panties to cup her bottom. He lifted her off her feet, turned with her in his arms, and laid her back on the bed, pulling off her panties with a single deftmotion.
For a moment, he stood there, looking down at her, his smoky gaze moving over her body like a caress, the hunger on his face making her heart beat harder. He said something in Spanish that she didn’t understand. Then he stretched out beside her and cupped her left breast, his thumb teasing its already tight nipple, sending jagged little bolts of arousal into her belly. “Does that feelgood?”
“Yes.”
He kept it up until she was all but writhing beneath his touch. Then he lowered his mouth to her nipple—and suckledher.
Mia drew in a breath, her fingers sliding into his hair, nothing on her mind now but how Joaquin made her feel. The heat of his mouth. The sweet tug of his lips. The stroke of his tongue. She ached for him already, ached to have him insideher.
No man had ever made her feel like this—desperate, on edge, out ofcontrol.
Then he switched to her other breast, one of his hands sliding down her belly to cup her, nudging her thighs apart with his hand. “Let me in,angel.”
She bent one knee, opening herself to him, her body humming with arousal, the anticipation almost killingher.
He explored her, finding and teasing her clit with slow strokes until Mia thought she would go out of her mind. Then he slid two fingers inside her, his thumb pressing circles to her clit as he stroked her inside andout.
Oh, it felt good. It felt sogood.
“Joaquin.” She found herself moaning in time to his motions, her nails digging into his forearm. “God, don’tstop.”
She could come from this. She knew she could—if he just gave hertime.
He chuckled. “I could do thisforever.”
He kept up the rhythm, his mouth moving from one nipple to the other and back again while she slowly unraveled, pleasure burning white hot inside her, stripping away her self-control, nothing in her heart or mind but Joaquin and what he was doing toher.
She came with a cry, climax washing through her like a tide of bliss. Joaquin stayed with her, prolonging her pleasure with clever fingers, keeping up the rhythm until she was spent. When she finally came back to herself, she found him watching her through eyes goneblack.
* * *
Joaquin watchedthe ecstasy on Mia’s face relax into contentment, a knot in his chest. God, he loved her—loved her, wanted her, was out of his mind over her. He hadn’t planned this, but here he was—head over heels with a woman he’d known for oneweek.
Then again, it had been onehellof aweek.