Page 47 of Raul
He pulled back and thrust deeply one more time before he threw back his head, answering with her name as he pulsed inside her.
“Ay,I wanted that to last longer,” Raul said when they both quieted. “But you areuna chula muy caliente.I can’t hold back.”
He thought she was very hot, this man who dated supermodels. She squeezed her internal muscles around him as a thank-you.
He groaned out a laugh. “I appreciate the thought, but I’m done for now.”
He still held her legs over his shoulders, his hands gliding up and down her thighs as he softened inside her. “I don’t want to let you go.”
“I’m not going to run away.” Yet.
He kissed the inside of first one knee and then the other before he pulled out of her and eased her legs down to the bed.
While he stripped off the condom and wrapped it in a tissue, she watched the fluid movement of his muscles that made the fierce dragon seem to writhe up his rib cage. Her legs were still spread apart by his knees, and the vulnerable position made her nipples go hard again.
He made her insatiable.Because every time might be the last one in this relationship.
As he leaned over to toss the condom in the trash, it dawned on her that the large stash of condoms in his drawer wasn’t there to show off Raul’s machismo. He had to be prepared at all times because he couldn’t afford to accidentally get a woman pregnant. Any child of his would have a claim to the throne.
That put a whole added weight on having sex.
For a moment, she wondered what it would be like to have a child with Raul, and then she shoved the insane idea away, wondering if she was truly losing her mind. Luckily, he had no idea where her thoughts had strayed.
“And now that shirt needs to come off.” He unbuttoned the top button, pushing the fabric aside so he could drag his fingertips down her bare skin to the next button. “Your skin hereis like warm silk.” He feathered his fingers between her breasts, making her suck in a breath at the sensuality of his touch.
When the shirt fell open, he took her hands and pulled her up against him. Then he slipped the soft fabric off her shoulders before he kissed the top curve of each breast, his firm lips sending flickers of delight dancing through her. She breathed out a long sigh of pleasure.
“And now for a well-deserved rest.” He rolled the two of them together on the bed so they were stretched out with her back to his chest. His body warmed hers while the weight of his arm over her waist had just the right amount of possessiveness.
She was slack with the afterglow of her orgasm and wanted nothing more than to drift off to sleep, cocooned in the comfort of Raul’s embrace. Of course, she couldn’t because he lived in a palace,thepalace. People would know she had spent the night with the prince. She let out a long sigh.
“What is it,mi corazón?” His voice stroked like black velvet in her ear, and a little thrill ran through her at the endearment, even though she knew it was a meaningless intimacy that people used after sex. Or so she tried to convince herself.
“I’m very comfortable, and I don’t want to move,” she said before she had a horrifying thought and tensed. “Your parents aren’t going to stop by to check on you before they go to bed, are they?”
After all, the king had arrived unexpectedly the day before.
“Relax.” He stroked his palm down her hip, sending waves of delight through her. “I set my apartment status to private. No one will come in unless I push the panic button or the fire alarm goes off.” He kissed her shoulder. “I’m surprised that didn’t happen because you are so hot.”
“Seriously? Does that cheesy line usually work for you?” But she snuggled back against him.
“I’ve never tried it before. Was it effective?” The purr of amusement in his words made her happy.
“Maybe a little, but only because you’ve already proven your mettle.”
The huff of his chuckle feathered through her hair. “I look forward to proving it again.”
Desire flickered in her belly, but she shook her head against the pillow. “I think I should go soon.”
His arm tightened around her waist. “Why?”
So many reasons, all of them counter to what she really wanted to do.
“It’s getting late.”
“Tomorrow is Saturday. I’m sure Gabriel is not such a taskmaster that he makes you work on the weekend when you’re not flying him somewhere. You can sleep as long as you want to in the morning.”
Total honesty was called for.
