Page 41 of Raul
Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes! She was desperate to have his hands on her bare skin. “As long as I can do the same to you,” she said.
“I would be devastated if you did not.” His smile was pure seduction. “Would you like to go first?” He released her blouse and stretched his arms wide across the back of the sofa.
His eyelids were half-closed, which only intensified the desire flaring in those brilliant blue eyes. His lips curled in that sexysmile while his gold-and-brown hair was tousled by her fingers. The fine cotton of his shirt outlined the muscles of his shoulders and chest.
And her thighs were spread wide over his.
As she leaned forward to grasp the first button, she rocked against his erection, and another streak of arousal flashed through her. At this rate, she would come before she got to his second button.
She inhaled and focused on getting the button out of its hole. It came free, and she went on to the next one. His shirt gapped open to show a light dusting of brown hair on the curves of his pecs. She feathered her fingers over them, and his muscles jumped.
She nearly ripped the rest of the buttons out of their holes and spread his shirt open.
“Oh, the tattoo! It’s beautiful!” she breathed.
A stylized black Calevan dragon with its frill extended and mouth wide open climbed the right side of his rib cage. The only color was the red lily the dragon held in one clawed foot. She had glimpsed the tattoo in photos, and she knew her boss had a matching one. But to see the dragon inked on Raul’s warm, living skin was a whole different level of gorgeousness.
She touched the lily with one fingertip, then traced the dragon’s claw and leg back to the frill before dragging her finger lower down the dragon and Raul’s torso. He sucked in a breath as she stopped at his belt and began the journey back upward.
“Does this tickle?” she asked, giving him a quick questioning glance.
“In all the best ways,” he said with a rasp. “Perhaps you could use more than just one finger, though.”
“Sí. Por supuesto.”She slanted a smile at him before she ran the palms of both hands over his pecs and down his abs,inserting her fingers under his waistband to find his hip bones. Bending, she flicked her tongue over one of his flat, dark nipples.
“Ay,you move fast, like your airplanes.” His voice was thick with arousal. “And now it’s my turn.”
She pressed a kiss to his chest before sitting up, the movement sending another burst of sensation between her legs.
Raul curved his hands around her face and simply looked at her. “I want to unwrap you like the most beautiful gift in the world.”
She almost said,Hurry up, then, but did she really want that? For all she claimed it didn’t matter, this man was a prince. He might never touch her again after tonight.
Delicious shivers ran down her spine as his hands traveled down the sides of her neck, warm against her skin. He skimmed over her shoulders to smooth her loose hair back, the shifting of the strands tingling over her scalp. When his fingers brushed down over the upper swells of her breasts, she inhaled sharply.
Raul’s lips curled into a wolfish smile as he stroked her there again, his gaze never leaving her face.
“Lower,por favor,” she begged.
“I am at your command.” His fingertips brushed down over her nipples, and she arched into his touch.
“More,” she breathed, her eyelids closing briefly as hot sensation ricocheted through her body.
“Un momento.”His fingers were on the top button of her blouse, deftly undoing it and the next one and the next until her blouse hung open.
She had worn her laciest nude bra, one that pushed her breasts upward as though offering them to his touch.
“Ay, tan bonito,”Raul murmured.
His fingers grazed the edge of the lace, following the scallops over her skin.
“I hate to remove this lovely bit of lace, but it is impeding my view.” He found the front catch and flicked it open, letting the bra fall away from her breasts. “Hermosísimos!So very beautiful.”
If he didn’t touch her, she was going to scream.
He cupped her breasts.Madre de Dios!The firm press of his palms against her aching nipples was exquisite torture. She pushed into his touch and rocked her clit against his erection.“Sí, sí, sí!”
“I need to taste.” He leaned in to take one of her nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.
