Page 29 of His Wild Attraction

“You do? Good. You have to admit, Lupina, we’re explosive together?—”

“It was only once.”

I was trying to downplay what we’d shared. I needed to dampen the sudden appetite I had for sex. Well, sex with him, if I were being honest with myself.

Truthfully, it was a hunger I’d never felt before, and it was entirely focused on him. My body buzzed with excitement when he was near. Like I was hyperaware of him on some cellular level.

I had never lusted for anyone the way I did for Andres Ramirez. He was in a class all his own.

That small, exhausted, under-used when it came to men, muscle that beat inside my chest thumped a little faster whenever he was close.

“That’s right. It was only one glorious time, and I can’t stop thinking about it. Can you?” he asked, licking his bottom lip.

He was right. I couldn’t deny it.

I thought about our one time a lot. Often in the middle of the night when I could close my eyes and pretend it was him touching me, bringing me to completion.

Jesus. Christ.

He was so damn sensual. So earthy and vibrant. I wanted to crawl on his lap and beg him for a demonstration just to prove it.

What the heck was wrong with me?

I never got like that over a man. Not ever.

Sex with Gary had been fast and humiliating.

The few times we’d actually had intercourse he’d rushed through it, and I barely knew what was happening before it was over.

After Sammy was born, Gary hardly touched me. And in the last two years, not at all.

I was ashamed to admit it, but I was glad. I didn’t want his hands on me. I didn’t need him telling me I was to blame for his lack of interest and second-rate performance.

Sure, for a while I blamed myself. I wasn’t a virgin when I married Gary. But I’d only had sex once before him, and that too was hardly anything to write home about.

Like most first times, mine was uncomfortable and brief. We were just two virgins who thought we had to have sex after prom.

Yeah, it sucked.

Afterwards, I hadn’t been in a rush to do it again. Hence the long wait from prom to marriage.

But that one night with Andres had blown my prior, disappointing experiences right out of the water.

He’d made me feel beautiful before he even touched me. The way his eyes had raked over my body.

Hell.

I still got shivers just thinking about it. But I imagined it was just run-of-the-mill sex for a man like him.

Nothing extraordinary.

I had no misgivings about myself. I was no sex kitten.

My chubby body was okay, I mean, I wasn’t ugly, and I had all the right parts. But I sincerely doubted my ability to turn a man like him on.

At least, not to the degree he was talking about.

There was no way he meant it. Why would a guy who looked like him want me like that?

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