She nodded, nibbling her lower lip. “I’ll go next.”
He was in and out in less than five minutes. She almost swooned at the sight of him with a towel wrapped around his waist. There was something about his rock-hard torso and steamy-hot skin that sent her hormones into overdrive. She walked by him, bumping into the door on the way in. He noticed this and didn’t even smile.
Dios mío. What a man.
She knew he’d want to explore every inch of her body, so she got really clean. She used a razor on her armpits, shampooed her hair, and washed between her legs. She brushed her teeth with his toothbrush. When she came out of the bathroom, he was standing in front of the dresser, shaving. He’d filled the ice bucket with warm water. He smoothed the blade over his jaw and swished it around in the soapy water.
She watched him with a languid half smile. It should hurt to be so in love. Instead it felt good, and sort of illicit, like an illegal drug.
He grabbed a towel to wipe his face. “Should I shave my mustache?”
“No. I like it.”
“You do?”
She came up behind him and pressed her lips against his bare shoulder. She did like his mustache, maybe because it framed his beautiful mouth. He had a strong chin and a chiseled jawline. Even the blade of his nose was handsome.
He turned around, feasting his eyes on her. She was wearing nothing but a towel, like him. He slid his hands under the damp fabric and gripped her hips. She shivered at the feel of his callused fingertips on her skin. When he bent his head to kiss her, she twined her arms around his neck and lifted her lips to his. This was what she wanted.
Just this.
No talking. No crying. No well-meant proposals or romantic declarations. Her heart couldn’t take any more stress. She didn’t want to think about what had happened to Armando this afternoon, or where Ian would go tomorrow. They couldn’t make plans for the future. She didn’t need a ring or promises or tender words. She just needed him to make love to her—all night long.
He filled his hands with her bare bottom and buried his tongue in her mouth. She moaned, parting her lips for his kiss. She couldn’t get enough of him. His taste, his heat, his probing tongue. His mouth was like magic. So were his big hands. She wanted them all over her body. Her towel fell away, exposing her completely.
He examined her sleek curves as if it was the first time he’d seen them. She didn’t try to hide herself from his gaze. Her nipples pebbled into fine points, drawing his attention. He moistened his lips in appreciation. He seemed to like the flare of her hips and the dark triangle between her thighs. His erection jutted at the front of his towel, large and stiff. With a strangled growl, he lifted her atop the dresser and kissed her again. He parted her thighs with his hands as his tongue delved deep into her mouth. She clung to his shoulders, already lost. When he lowered his mouth to her breasts, she arched her spine in invitation.
“Yes,” she gasped. His tongue swirled over one taut nipple, and then the other. “God yes.”
He sucked harder, worrying her flesh with his teeth. She squirmed on top of the dresser, amazed by her instant arousal. Her body was on fire. Liquid heat throbbed between her thighs. She spread her legs wider, eager for his touch.
He hadn’t smiled at her clumsiness before. He smiled now, enjoying her shameless response. “You want my mouth on you?”
She flushed at the question.
He trailed two fingers along her inner thigh. “Do you?”
She nodded, quivering with anticipation.
He sank to his knees before her. “Where?”
She groaned.
“Show me.”
She smoothed her hand down her belly and traced her sex with her fingertips. She was moist and swollen, aching for him. His breath caught in his throat, so she went a step further and slid one finger inside. He watched her as if mesmerized. When she removed her finger, he sucked it hotly. Then he replaced her finger with two of his own, thrusting in and out. At the same time, he flicked his tongue over the tight bud at the top of her sex. She couldn’t believe how good it felt. She started mewling and riding his hand, straining toward completion.
“Acábame,”she panted.
He licked and sucked at her sensitive flesh until she exploded against his mouth. He gentled her with a soft kiss as her tremors subsided.
“That was fast,” she said, pushing the damp hair off her forehead.
He smirked in satisfaction and rose to his feet. His towel had slipped off while he’d been busy. He wrapped a hand around his erection, which was straining toward her, ruddy and stiff. “I’ll make you come slower the next time, if you prefer.”
“I want to do everything.”
“Everything?”
