Page 32 of His Innocent for One Spanish Night

Alejandro returned then and took over.

‘They used to use egg whites to clarify the sherry,’ he told her, and Emily honestly considered recording him, because she could barely keep up with her notes.

Still, it might be better not to, as his voice was so utterly delicious. She’d end up being lost in a daydream rather than getting on with her work.

‘It’s so beautiful here,’ she said as they walked through the vineyards.

The wind was biting, and it was the first time she’d been cold since arriving in Jerez. Only it felt nice being cold with him...

‘The staff have all gone.’

‘How do you know?’

‘Carlos always leaves last...’ He pointed to a motorbike threading its way through the hills.

He turned her to face him and she felt relief to be alone with him.

‘We’ll head back soon,’ he said. ‘But first...’

And he resumed the kiss almost where they had left it that morning, but with even deeper feeling now.

Alejandro had never held anyone so soft before. He could not get enough of her shapely body.

The bite of the wind was soon forgotten, and even more so when they sank down onto the ground.

‘We’re going to have to dust each other off,’ Alejandro said, his hand slipping inside her top and, with no chance of being disturbed now, unhooking her bra.

‘Not here...’ she whispered, all the while kissing him back.

‘Of course not,’ he said, stroking her breast as she lay back beneath the bliss of him. ‘I’m taking you home to bed...’

And somewhere during that journey she knew she would have to tell him her truth.

He was half on top of her, lifting her top so that her breast was exposed to the cool evening air, and she bit on her lip as he held her breast and took it in his mouth.

‘I told you I would love your breasts.’

She loved his detailed exploration.

He was bruising her with his mouth, she was certain of it, but she was impatient for more, and his busy tongue meant that his hand was free to slip down.

‘Alejandro...’

She closed her eyes as his fingers slipped further, to where she was slick and warm, and she knew she had to tell him that she’d never done even a tenth of this before.

And it was at that moment Emily found out the true temptation of sex—because his finger seemed to meet her epicentre.

‘Shh...’ he said, silencing her faint protests that she had something to tell him. ‘Just relax...’

‘I want to...’

‘Then do.’

The sky was purple and pink and fringed with orange, and his mouth was back on her tender breast as his fingers stroked her, not so slowly now.

‘God...’

He could feel her trembling, and the little choking sounds she made had his stomach tightening.

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