Page 41 of Thiago
Seconds before they kissed, her lips parted. His head lowered to hers, and she let him into the soft interior of her mouth. Inviting him to plunder. To take. To devour.
His hand slid up her dress and between her legs, stroking her swollen clit. She moaned, angling her body against his palm. At the same time, she ran her hands up his chest, over his shoulders, and then locked both arms around his strong neck. Lifting one leg to his waist, she ground her hips harder against him.
She had missed him. Missed touching him and feeling his hard body pressed into hers. She had missed the way he caressed her body, as if she belonged to him and him alone.
Thiago released her mouth, but with his body flush against hers, his hard flesh probed between her thighs, an exquisite torture reminding her of the pleasure she’d had to forgo the past few weeks.
“You seem impatient all of a sudden,” she whispered shakily in the darkness.
With each arm flat on the wall on either side of her head, he spoke in a low, husky voice close to her ear. “I have been impatient for weeks and all night, two seconds from losing control. My body is used to having you on a schedule, at a certain time on Friday nights. I would have made love to you on the table in Wine & Bone, but I didn’t want to shock the restaurant staff.”
Thiago spun her toward the wall, and she flattened her hands against its cool surface, holding her breath as he lifted her dress, crushing the fabric in his fists. Lowering to his knees behind her, he pushed the dress higher and curled his fingers into the strips of fabric on her body. With a sound of irritation, he ripped the thong from her hips, as if its very presence had offended him.
“At this rate, you’re going to have to give me a lingerie allowance,” India panted to the wall. She waited impatiently forthe sensation of his lips and the brush of his beard—elegant and masculine, soft and rough—like the man himself.
“Done,” he said in a husky growl.
When he pressed his lips against her ass, her blood heated to boiling. She arched back, angling for more of the gentle scraping of his facial hair against her soft skin.
Thiago sank his teeth into the flesh of one ass cheek and gently sucked, as if taking a bite of a piece of succulent fruit. India let out a low moan, the sound echoing against the walls of the small entryway.
“The past three weeks have been torture. I needed you so much…” Thiago said in a hoarse whisper.
She didn’t understand another word he said because the rest of the sentence was spoken in Spanish.
He turned her to face him and kissed her mound. “I missed my girl,” he whispered.
Watching from above, India released a breathless laugh. “She missed you too.”
His moist tongue stroked her slit, and a trembling groan fell from her lips as she tossed her head back in abandon.
“Thiago,” she whispered, sinking her fingers into his soft hair.
“Dime. Tell me what you want,” he whispered, lifting her right leg onto his shoulder.
He pressed his lips to her lower lips and then penetrated her body. She knew it was coming but was still unprepared. The shock of the intimate contact had her head spinning, and Thiago was relentless with his assault—sucking her clit and probing her folds with his stiff, wicked tongue. He started gently but then applied more pressure until the wet stimulation became almost unbearable.
“Please…please,” she begged as his mouth devoured her and his hands traced the curves of her hips and ass.
When she couldn’t possibly handle any more, he inserted two fingers into her core, and she broke apart. His name flew from her lips in a rough chant, over and over as her body convulsed.
Finally, she collapsed against the wall, and he straightened to his full height. Cupping her face in his hands, his dark-brown eyes glittered down at her.
“I have missed doing that to you.” He nibbled on her bottom lip.
“I can’t move,” India said, feeling absolutely drained.
Thiago kissed the corners of her mouth and then fully claimed her lips again, and she melted against his hard frame as desire rippled through her. Her body was behaving as if he hadn’t already given her an orgasm. Her appetite for him truly knew no bounds.
With their mouths locked together, Thiago lifted her from the floor and marched them back to her bedroom, her dress still hiked above her hips in a wanton display of desperate need.
They fell onto the bed and fumbled with each other’s clothes. The warm glow of the pendant lights dangling from the ceiling gave her a good view of the determined set of his handsome face.
India undid his pants and the buttons on his shirt while Thiago yanked the zipper on her dress and pulled it down her arms to expose her breasts.
She clutched the fabric of his open shirt and rubbed her breasts against the hairs on his chest, reveling in the sensation of its roughness against the taut sensitivity of hers. She was desperate for the full force of his arousal between her legs. She had been suffering through a famine and was finally allowed to gorge in a wild and ravenous way.
Thiago sucked a nipple into his mouth while his hand smoothed down her collarbone and cupped her right breast. He teased both nipples, pinching one with his fingertips and stroking the other with the tip of his tongue.
