Her pulse sped up. “What are you suggesting?”
“We take turns trying to make each other break the silence. Winner gets to choose their prize.”
Damn, that sounded enticing. “What does ‘breaking the silence’ entail? Does moaning count?”
“Not if you do it quietly, since we don’t want my cousins to get an earful. Luckily, we have more than enough throw pillows on hand. But begging for mercy? Thattotallycounts.”
So he was playing it that way, was he?
Game on.
Chapter 19
Before Victoria could respond, Rafael drew away and tried to clear his head.
Are you out of your mind?
No matter how much he wanted her, he shouldn’t be taking this risk. And neither should she. They both had too much at stake. If they went any further, they’d cross the point of no return.
But when she favored him with an impish smile, he lost all resistance. Maybe if they gave in once, they’d get this lust out of their system.
It’s more than lust, and you know it. You’re going to get your heart broken again.
He didn’t care. He had a gorgeous woman in his bed, and she was looking at him with unabashed desire. “Should I go first?”
She fluffed out her hair and spread it behind her. “Give it your best shot.”
Now that he’d decided to go down this path, he was going to give it everything he had. He handed her the “Kiss the Cook” throw pillow she’d used to muffle her earlier cries. “You might be needing this.”
She set it at her side. “I don’t think so.”
With a flourish, he stripped off all the covers and threw them to the floor. After a moment’s deliberation, he checked to make sure the bedroom door was locked. Ernesto had barged in one too many times, wanting to borrow his phone charger.
When he turned his attention back to Victoria, he took his time admiring her enticing figure. In Baja, he’d gotten to know her intimately. Kissing and touching every inch of her delectable curves. But after she left him, he never imagined getting another chance with her. He didn’t want to waste it.
Giving him a come-hither smile, she addressed him in a low, husky voice. “You like what you see?”
“I do, indeed. But no more talking, mi amor. The game starts now.”
As much as he longed to ditch the pajama bottoms, he’d have more control if he left them on. He eased the lacy red panties off Victoria’s hips and tossed them aside. Running his hands along the length of her body, he delighted in the smooth feel of her skin. She gave him a condescending smile that suggested she was still in control.
Not for long.
He parted her legs and teased her with soft kisses along the inside of her thighs. Smoothing his hands under the rounded curve of her ass, he drew her toward him, exploring her slick, wet folds with his tongue. Her whimpers filled him with a surge of satisfaction, but as they increased in intensity, he drew back. Again, he brushed his lips against her thighs, causing her to squeak in frustration. He laughed and resumed his earlier torment, swirling his tongue around her sweet spot with slow, deliberate strokes.
He glanced up, pleased at the sight of her hands clenching the sheet in a death grip. She squirmed under him, arching her back, all but begging for him to continue. When she reached down to touch herself and relieve the pressure, he gently placed her hand to the side. She gave another of those angry squeaks, followed by a glare that would have made a lesser man shrivel into dust. But he didn’t break. He ran his tongue along the curve of her belly and nipped at her hip bones, this time allowing his fingers to explore her wet, velvety core. By now, she was more than ready. But he wouldn’t give her the release she craved.
She grabbed the pillow and placed it over her face, suppressing her moan of frustration.
This was more fun than he’d imagined. But the longer he spent tormenting her, the more he wanted her. It wouldn’t take much to set him over the edge, and he intended to enjoy every minute of his turn. Gripping onto her butt firmly, he lowered his head, again finding her sweet center, laving it with his tongue until her body shuddered and she gasped into the pillow. He held onto her until her soft whimpers subsided, feeling pleased by a job well done.
He might not have won, but he’d gotten close.
She sat up and pushed him onto his back, her eyes ablaze with fury. He stretched out on the bed and waited, certain she wouldn’t get a single squeak out of him, let alone a plea for mercy.
After removing his pajama bottoms, she flung them across the room. The sight of her above him, flushed and heated and radiant with lust, made him crave her all the more. But she was clearly in control, teasing his nipples with her tongue while reaching between his legs to stroke him. She trailed kisses down his chest and stomach, then lowered her head and ran her tongue along his rigid length. When she licked the tip, slowly and deliberately, it took all his willpower not to beg for more. He ran his fingers through the silky strands of her hair as the frustration built up inside him.
He’d underestimated her, just like he had the first time they’d had sex, when she’d coaxed him into making love on the beach.
