He wasn’t sure she would understand if he told her. She had such a skewed notion of herself and not much experience with close relationships. Maybe she’d spent too many years in uniform dealing with Powell’s harassment to see how special she was. If only she could see herself the way Joaquindid.
He withdrew his hand from between her legs, his fingers drenched from her climax, and circled a still-puckered nipple with her juices, her musky scent filling his head. He lowered his mouth to her breast, flicked his tongue over that nipple, taking her taste into his mouth. Oh, he wanted more of that. “Mmm.”
She smiled up at him, a shy kind of smile, then twisted, reaching for the condom. She tore it open, but he took it from her and set it aside on thebed.
“There’s no hurry.” He kissed her breastbone, licked her nipple again. “When I’m inside you, I want you to enjoy it as much as Ido.”
“I’ve never been able to come likethat.”
“There’s a first time foreverything.”
Watch it, amigo. Don’t getcocky.
He had learned long ago that the secret to satisfying women in bed was actually paying attention to them, seeing what they liked, and not assuming that their sun rose and set on his dick. Women were different than men when it came to sex. A guy could finish in two minutes and call it good. While there were probably women who got off like that, most would find it to be a majordisappointment.
His Tío Danilo had once told him that women were like flowers. If given the proper attention, they would open and share their beauty in their own time, but without the right care, they would wilt while still buds and never bloom. They hadn’t been talking about sex—Joaquin had been all of ten years old—but Danilo’s words certainly applied in thebedroom.
“In Spanish, your name meansmine. Isn’t that convenient?” He kissed her breastbone, felt her heartbeat beneath his lips. “‘Eres Mia’ means ‘You are Mia.’ But lowercase with an accent on the ‘i’,eres míacould mean ‘you are mywoman.’”
She gave him a drowsy, sexy smile. “That’sfun.”
“I think so.” He knew she would be hypersensitive, so he started small, nibbling the undersides of her breasts, tickling the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, skimming her puckered nipples with the flat of hispalm.
She began to revive, her desire stirringagain.
When she seemed ready, he reached between her thighs, using what he had learned about her to bring her to the brink once more, her nails digging into his arm, her eyes closed, her breathing rapid. “Joaquin,please.”
He took the condom out of its package, rolled it down his length, then settled himself between her thighs, mindful of her injuries. “Open your eyes, Mia. Look atme.”
She did as he asked, her eyes looking into his as he entered her, penetrating her with a single, slow thrust that made them bothmoan.
Oh, she washeaven.
“God, Mia.” He fought to rein in his need, giving her a moment to get used to him. Then he started to move in deep, slow strokes. “Does this feelgood?”
She didn’t answer, her eyes drifting shut, her lipsparting.
He’d take that as an emphaticyes.
He kept his rhythm slow, willed himself to stay relaxed, wanting to make this last, to give her the time she needed. But she was so tight and hot, and it had been a long time since he’d been with awoman.
He might have tried to ride her high, rubbing his cock against her clit, but he was afraid that would put pressure on the wound near her hip. Instead, he withdrew from her, raised himself up and sat back on his heels, wrapping her legs around hiswaist.
Her eyes flew open. “What…?”
But her question turned into a moan as he entered her again, rocking into her with deep thrusts, his hands now free toplay.
He saw that she was watching what was happening between her thighs, an expression of blatant hunger on her face. No, she was watching his abs contract and release as he drove intoher.
Mia liked muscle? That was fine withhim.
He glanced down, too, and almost came right then, the sight of his cock moving in and out of her, stretching her, filling her, almost too erotic to handle, her pussy bright pink beneath that thatch of red curls, her delicate inner lips likepetals.
Relájate.Relax.
He reached down, toyed with her, stroking her clitjustthe way she liked it. It wasn’t long before she was at the edge, her hands fisted in the sheets, her skin flushed, her knees bent and drawn back.Dios mío, she was beautiful like this—strung out on sex, not worried, not eventhinking.
Her eyes flew open, went wide. “Oh, my God,Joaquin.”