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His gaze swept over her face, sending a flutter through her chest. Her body knew what was coming and wanted it.
They put on their shoes and, hand in hand, walked onto the boardwalk. At a lull in the traffic, they hurried across the street to their hotel. The elevator was almost full of guests when India squeezed in, followed by Thiago. The throbbing between her thighs heightened now they were almost to the room.
Thiago’s fingers brushed hers, a quietly intimate move no one else saw, which turned the throbbing into a deep-seated ache.
The ride up seemed to take forever, the cabin stopping several times to let passengers off on lower floors. By thetime she and Thiago arrived at their room, heat had spread throughout her limbs, and her stomach clenched.
Thiago lifted her from the floor and sank into an armchair. India straddled his thighs, his hard length pressing against her core, deepening the aching need to be taken by him.
“Are you sure you’re okay? Are you sure...?”
India undid his belt. “I’m fine. I promise.”
She pressed her lips to his, and Thiago held her face, kissing her long and deep. His lips slipped hungrily over hers, his tongue delving into her mouth to dominate and possess.
As the fingers of his hand slipped into her hair, India lowered the zipper on his pants. Lifting up on her knees, she shoved aside the crotch of her panties and settled onto his hard dick, moaning her relief.
Her body stretched around his girth, and she began to ride him in a desperate race to ecstasy. Thiago groaned in response, gripping her hips and undulating his pelvis beneath her so their bodies moved in time to a silent, erotic rhythm.
Wrapping her arms around him, India moaned louder, squeezing her eyes shut as his soft mouth and the drag of his beard caressed her sensitive throat.
Her lips parted on breathless pants as she pumped harder. This was the closest she could come to telling him about her true feelings without actually whispering words of love.
She was an ambitious, independent woman who had fallen in love with her boss—not her brightest move to date. She had surrendered her heart to a gruff, arrogant man who didn’t even want it.
But until he pushed her away, she would savor every moment in his arms, including this one, where he had her body on fire. Where his lips stoked desire and made every inch of her ache for relief.
When she came, it was sudden and forceful. His name fell from her tongue in a husky scream of surrender. Thiago’s mouth covered hers. He swallowed her cries as their bodies bucked against each other.
Finally, India buried her face in his neck, her arms squeezing tight as spasms rocked through her in the aftermath of her orgasm.
Every time with him felt like the first time. This was where she belonged—wrapped in the arms of this man, Thiago.
No one else would ever do.
Chapter Twenty-Six
“Are you okay?” Thiago asked India.
Since their return from Brazil last Sunday, he had been keeping an eye on her. She and her team had met in his office that afternoon, and the meeting had already wrapped up, but he had asked her to stay behind under the pretense of needing to discuss some of the marketing figures. The truth was, he suspected she wasn’t well.
“I’m fine.”
“You don’t look fine.” He had become attuned to the changes in her voice and heard the subtle strain.
“Nothing major. My joints are a bit stiff.”
She rolled her shoulders and laughed to minimize the weight of her words, but now that he knew she had lupus, there was nothing funny about her answer.
“Go home. You’re done for the day,” Thiago said, rising from the chair and walking away from the conference table.
“Excuse me?”
He turned to see the expression of disbelief on her face.
“I have way too much work to do?—”
“You’re done, India.” He hated having to repeat himself.
