Page 7 of What She Wants

"No, not in general." My lips are close enough to kiss her again. "I'm speaking to Esme fucking LeClaire."

Chapter4

Esme

Ah,damn. Dr. Hottie got me caught in his web of seduction and he knows it. My curiosity along with his expert touches has me wanting to find out just what it’s like to have sex with a hot gynecologist. He is supposed to be an expert of the female form after all.

I’d be more than happy to put his knowledge to the test at least once. The way he just spoke to me is a challenge in itself. Besides, I don’t back down from challenges.

“Is that so,Delgado? That is a lot of confidence that would need to be backed up. I’d hate to waste my time and find out that you’re all talk.”

I don’t know how he does it but his laugh also works as a seduction tool. His intense green eyes, heavenly smell, and Spanish accented English helps keep me in his face in the middle of an art gallery. The paparazzi is probably having the time of their lives but I can’t seem to care. My body tells me that I want exactly what he’s offering.

His fingers lace through mine as he locks me in his mossy gaze. “Come find out.”

I giggle because that’s the best response I have at the moment. “Is it because you’re a gynecologist? Do you really think male gynos are better lovers?”

He gives me a half smile, still holding me in his gaze. “We know exactly where to find the g-spot and clitoris.”

Damn, that got me like he just said the kinkiest shit known to man. I’m quickly learning that with Marín, it’s not what he says but how he says it. There is an underlying level of authority that flows through him and makes it hard to buck.

Like when he tilts his head towards the exit then tugs my hand as he moves, I find myself holding his hand and leaving just like he wants. Marín has me lost in his universe, partially ignoring people and paparazzi as we leave. The valet runs off to retrieve his car as Delgado wraps an arm around me and drops a kiss to my temple. I love and hate how tactile he is with me.

The valet parks the Urus in front of us and Marín gives him a tip then waves him off.

“I wanted to try one of these,” I admit. “I just haven’t gotten around to going to the dealership…”

My thought hasn’t completely left my mouth before he’s in my space, trapping me between him and the SUV. His hard body serves as a precursor to all of his naughty intentions. It’s only been one event and I’m familiar with his touches. Soft yet authoritative. He cups the back of my neck as he rubs my pulse point under my chin. Staring into his eyes, I wait for the kiss that never came. Instead, his lips are close to my ear when he speaks.

"I'm big on terms and conditions,Chispa. By getting in my car, you're agreeing to come to my house where I'll strip you bare and show you exactly what it is to be fucked by a man who knows what he’s doing.”

Sign me up twice.

“I do.”

The words fell out of my mouth before I could stop them. I didn’t mean to agree so easily or with that word choice. I’m not out here trying to get married like my sisters. He gives my starving lips a peck before stepping back.

“You can drive since you want to test it out.”

I perk up, happy for a change in subject. Any more attention will incinerate my panties. The valet opens the driver’s door for me as I slide into the soft yet firm seats. Spanish rock plays softly on the radio, the interior is immaculate, and everything smells like him; his vehicle is just as seductive as Delgado.

He climbs into the passenger side giving me another hit of his scent, making my skin tingle. The door shuts, blocking out the noise from outside and effectively putting us in almost complete privacy.

I have to admit that I’m nervous there's something about him that makes our interactions more…potent. He does everything so smoothly that watching him adjust his seatbelt was like watching a sculpture in motion.

“Make a right when you leave the parking lot,” he tells me as he taps his address into the car’s GPS.

I press the gas, loving how easily it responds and am momentarily lost in the enjoyment of driving the Lamborghini through the beautiful, clear night until Marín steals my attention. His warm hand lands on my thigh that is exposed from the split in my dress. A few breaths later and he hasn’t moved it or said a word but I feel him looking at me.

We stop as the third vehicle in line at a red light and I turn to look at him to check if I'm imagining the staring. Marín catches me in a searing kiss that steals my breath and catches me so off guard that I forget everything but the feel of his lips and the taste of his tongue until the car behind us angrily honks.

With a jolt, I slam my foot on the gas, abruptly jerking us forward as if I'm just learning how to drive. Marín chuckles but he’s still in my space and clouding my judgment with his lips.

My entire body tingles when his mouth finds my spot just under my ear and the soft moan I release tells him just how much I like it. His hand leaves my thigh to cup me just below my chin to keep me in place.

Damn, that feels good.

I'm doing my best to concentrate on the road and not murder us on the highway but he doesn’t give the same fucks as his mouth and hand travels down my neck and to my shoulder.

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