He wasn’t going to stop. It was a useless pursuit. Never had I come more than once and usually I didn’t. Wriggling in his grasp, I wanted him to end this torture. “Please.” Despite my brain’s apprehension, my body reacted. Hard as diamond nipples. Twisted core. Even my scalp tingled. My plea changed. “Please…don’t stop.”
No longer was I debating the possibility of multiple orgasms.
My body wasn’t trapped in a storm, but aboard an old-fashioned roller coaster, clicking up the steep hill, anticipating the free fall that was on the other side. This was like nothing I’d ever known.
The fall came with a jolt as my legs grew rigid, holding his head in the vise of my muscle spasm. Cognitive thinking was beyond my ability, yet the name I called out was his—even in my raptured state, there was no mistaking Aléjandro for the man who came before him.
You aren’t him.
Aléjandro trailed kisses along my thighs, hips, stomach, and up to my breasts. By the time his lips reached mine, I was hungry for him. Starved.
“See how good you taste?”
ChapterSixteen
Mia
Our mouths collided sharing the taste of me and stealing my breath. Aléjandro’s tongue slid over mine, rekindling the heat of my last orgasm. We were a flurry of kisses, faces turning and noses bumping. It was as if neither of us had ever kissed before. My limbs were rubber, and my mind was mush. A hunger like I’d never felt burrowed deep within me.
With Aléjandro’s weight over me, his hard-as-steel penis probed my thigh—a reminder of what was still to come. All the pleasure from moments before crashed down around me. The euphoria I’d experienced drained from my circulation, the endorphins replaced by adrenaline. With each passing second, my blood pressure increased, and my heart rate spiked.
My lungs refused to accept the abundance of oxygen readily available.
“Stop.” Pushing against his shoulders, I panted for my next breath. “Don’t.” I pushed with all my strength against his unmoving stone chest.
Aléjandro stiffened, his entire body going rigid. Waves of tension vibrated through the air.
I clenched my teeth.
Oh God. I’d done it.
A chill ran down the length of my spine.
After all the restraint he’d shown, how did I respond? By making him mad.
My emotions were all over the place, swinging too drastically in too short a time. Scrunching my eyes shut, I fought the tears prickling my eyes, balled my fists, and protectively brought them to my chest. My stomach filled with dread as I waited for his outrage.
When Aléjandro lifted his weight, my sense of self-preservation kicked in. I rolled away from him, settling on my side and pulling my knees to my chest. I wanted to reach for the blankets. Maybe the warmth would stop my shaking, but I refused to move more than I needed to.
Still and small.
It was a ridiculous notion that after igniting someone else’s anger, I could become small. As I swallowed back tears, I recognized that was my goal—to get small and disappear.
Lost in my litany of thoughts, I didn’t notice the mattress move or feel Aléjandro leave the bed. My eyes stayed shut until I heard the sound of the bathroom door closing. Confused, I dared to peek beyond my cocoon. Lifting my head, I scanned the bedroom suite. Aléjandro was nowhere to be seen.
Where was his rage?
Josefina said that Roríguez men were passionate.
Wasn’t wrath the emotional equivalent of passion?
Keeping an eye on the bathroom door, I unfolded my body and sat up, placing my feet on the floor. If I were thinking rationally, I would be ashamed by the excessive moisture between my thighs. I wasn’t thinking sanely. Instead, I was contemplating avenues of escape. If I could dress before Aléjandro came out of the bathroom, I could go…
We were on a superyacht.
My options were limited.
Josefina.