Page 33 of Shock Marriage for the Powerful Spaniard
She didn’t want her own negative experiences in the past to determine what happened at this precise moment in time.
‘Maybe I am,’ she agreed in a low voice. ‘I’ve never played with fire before.’
‘Never?’ He smiled, lowered himself next to her on the bed and stretched out, arms folded behind his head. Sofia remained upright but shifted so that she was looking down at him. His gaze slid across to her and stayed there.
‘No. Have you?’
‘Once. Doesn’t everyone need a learning curve? Let me see you.’
‘See me?’
‘You know what I mean.’ He trailed a finger along her collar bone, beneath which the duvet was still pulled up tightly, shielding her naked breasts.
She slowly let the duvet drop and watched with increasingly heated excitement as Rafael sat up, barely breathing, eyes trained on her nakedness.
Her nipples were pink and swollen and she released a long sigh, relaxing her whole body into his caress as he manoeuvred himself into a position from which he could take one bud into his mouth and gently suck on it.
He propelled her back so that she was lying flat, then pinned her hands above her head and straddled her.
‘You have no idea how much you turn me on,’ Rafael offered huskily. ‘Everything about the way you look is a turn-on. The second I laid eyes on you, every other woman on the face of the earth faded into insignificance.’
Sweet words, she thought helplessly,but so meaningless in the context of what we have. But what’s the point of analysing? When we’re bound together through convenience and destined to part company before the ink on the marriage certificate has time to dry?
Meaningful or meaningless...did either matter when the physical need he aroused was so explosive?
She turned him on and that thought was as powerful as a rush of pure adrenaline...
She moved sinuously against the sheet and felt a rush of feminine empowerment as his nostrils flared and his eyes darkened in the grip of lust.
When he straightened to sling his legs over the side of the bed, he left behind a cool void that made her want to touch herself.
Should she tell him that she was not going to be able to live up to all those racy model types he dated? She’d known from the minute she’d begun developing what it felt like to have boys drool over her. Her first girlish crush had been a mistake, and her experiences after that had rammed home to her that the only reason men looked twice at her was because of her appearance. She hadn’t asked to be born sexy, but she had been, and she had grown wary over the years. So wary that the touching and experimentation that should have been part and parcel of entering adulthood had passed her by.
The constant travel hadn’t helped matters either.
Now, here she was, and he was in for a shock if he expected high jinks between the sheets.
Caught up in her thoughts, she gasped when she realised the T-shirt had been removed and the jeans were being dispatched to join it on the ground.
The bulge of his erection distorting the shape of his boxers brought hectic colour to her cheeks and she went as stiff as a board as he joined her on the bed under the duvet, pulling it up so that it covered both of them, drawing her close so that her breasts were squashed against his chest.
He slipped his hand between her thighs and stroked her softly, then he inserted his fingers underneath the damp underwear so that he could play with her.
The casual intimacy shocked her and her breathing was fast and hard as she stilled his hand.
‘What is it?’ Rafael drew back to stare at her, his expression only just discernible in the shadows. ‘I know this is maybe a little unexpected for the both of us...something we hadn’t catered for...’
‘That’s not it,’ she whispered.
‘Then what is?’ His voice gentled but there was bemusement there as well. ‘Talk to me, Sofia. Tell me.’
She gently touched his arm he cupped her face in one hand, looking right back at her with a deep, unwavering look.
‘One minute you’re hot and ready for me, and the next minute you’re playing the shrinking virgin and pushing me away. What’s that about? You don’t play games...but is that what you’re doing now,cara?’
He sounded genuinely bewildered and the reaction was so much the reaction of adecent guythat she felt something melt inside her.
‘No games. But the shrinking virgin?’ She breathed in deeply and went for it in a rush. ‘What if I were to tell you that you’re spot-on with that?’
