Page 100 of Their Courtesan
“Two.” They stopped at the bed.
“Te amo.”
Judith landed with a heavy thump on the bed, Miguel instantly looming over her. “Three. Give me one more.”
Was there anything better than surrounding such a beautiful woman on a man’s own bed? Miguel could bury his face in her breasts if he wanted. “I’m trilingual,mi amour.What do you want from me?”
“Surprise me.” Her fingers did the dirty work for him.
Miguel scrambled his brain into a huge mess trying to think of any other language he was familiar enough with. Italian? Too safe. Portuguese? Would she even know that one? How the fuck did one say “I love you” in German?I should know that one!
“Wo ai ni.”
Judith stifled an ugly noise. “I’m pretty sure that’s not how you speak Mandarin.”
“So sue me.” Miguel placed a careful kiss on her forehead, his body heating up, his heart thumping so loudly that it was almost deafening. “I’m a billionaire. I can afford a lawsuit.”
“You can make up for your lack of linguistics by fucking my brains out.”
That was all the permission Miguel needed. He shoved himself on her, covering her mouth with heavy kisses and rubbing against her thighs in the hopes that she would be ready for him sooner rather than later.
Based on how hard her fingers dug into the back of his neck as his fingers wandered inside her… she was ready sooner.
Please say you love me too.Miguel gave lovemaking his all. All his passion. All his desire. All his hopes for the future and the regrets of the past. He had loved and lost before. It seemed so far away and irrelevant now. Men loved. Men lost. They grew older and wiser. Miguel was at an age where it made sense to pick a woman who made him laugh, love, and live the hardest.Don’t you love me too?
It wasn’t manly to ask that out loud. Nor to beg. Nor to imply that he was somehow less without her affections. It didn’t stop him from constantly thinking it, however. A man could help how he acted and what he said. He could not help the tumultuous emotions in his heart.
The only way he had to communicate was through his actions. So he showed Judith how much he could love a woman with his body. Every thrust, every kiss, and every groan upon his lips was a message to her heart.
When a man loved that hard, there was no reason. No rules. No forces of nature too strong to make him see reality. Who cared that Judith had a job that prevented traditional monogamy? That wasn’t why he had fallen in love with her. She was a woman of free will, and she exerted it with such power that he couldn’t help but be in awe of her. It was a miracle that no other man had come along and swept her off her feet yet. Why couldn’t it be him?
It felt so to right hold her in his arms, beneath her, on top of him, in whatever direction they naturally fell. The sheets were ruined from how hard they loved. Skin bruised from lips and eager fingers. Judith cried out more than once that Miguel was one of the strongest men she had ever been with. He knew what she meant, and had no reason to disbelieve her.
When he came, it was before her – but not without taking her down with him.
She is mine. You are mine, Judith. Do you feel that? It’s me, inside of you, like you are inside of me in many ways.Was it animal, or was it man? That sensation of pure pride he felt when he was as deep as he could go, unleashing his virility within her core. Judith wailed. The most beautiful sound Miguel had ever heard as he came down from his climax.
It was official. No other woman could feel this good or be this perfect for him. Perhaps he was foolish. Perhaps he was committing a crime against their natures. It. Didn’t. Matter. One way or another, Miguel Bolivar would find a way to make Judith King his.
Money wasn’t an issue. There were stronger forces at play. Forces that could not be solved with money.
Maybe, though, they could be solved with some blasted love.
Judith fell asleep in his arms, not long after they ceased their intense lovemaking. Miguel held her as close as he dared, afraid to suffocate her.
“I love you, Judith,” he whispered, his mind and mouth so divorced that he didn’t know what language he uttered it in. “Do you know what a big deal that is for me to say? I will do anything to make you mine. Say what you want, and I will give it to you.”
She sighed against his bare chest. No words. No sign that she had heard him.
He would have to find a way to tell her in her dreams.
