Page 33 of His Innocent for One Spanish Night

She was fighting with herself, Alejandro realised, and assumed it was some kind of girly guilt after the awful Gordon that was holding her back.

‘Do you want me to stop?’

‘No, never stop...’

They were just kissing, just touching, but he seemed to be aching for her intimate touch too, because he took her hand and she felt him hard beneath her palm. It excited her—ridiculously so.

He was taking her to a place that she had only ever glimpsed...that no reluctant bland kiss from Gordon had ever taken her to.

He kissed her tense mouth, coaxing her to relax with both his hand and his tongue, and he was so turned on himself, so completely turned on, that he made one straightforward request.

‘Take it out,’ he said, his voice hoarse. He was so turned on at the feel of her bottom lifting and her thighs tightening on his hand. ‘Or I’m going to climax.’

Her hands went for his belt and he closed his eyes in frustration, because he was right on the edge. So he took over. Taking himself out so that he was over her hip. Then his hand returned to the slipperiest, sweetest place.

He had brought her out here for a kiss, but had somehow hurtled back to his teenage years and forbidden gropes among the vines, and he had never enjoyed it more.

The lights went on then. The whole winery lit up and her eyes opened in shock.

He smothered her anguished cry.

‘I arranged it,’ he told her. ‘Don’t worry, it’s just us here...’

It wasn’t just the lights...it was the pressure of his fingers as they buried themselves in her that had caused her to cry out when the lights had come on.

She reached for him, dared to touch him, surprised by the soft skin and the steel beneath. The feel of his wet tip on her palm spread a delicious warmth through her, and finally she was caving in rather than fighting...

The sight of her clenched jaw and compressed lips, the sounds she made, brought Alejandro a pleasure so pure that if he’d been able to tear his hand away he’d have stroked out his own climax. But instead he leant up on his elbow, feeling the last flickers or her orgasm, and watching with pleasure as her parted lips spread into a smile that felt as if it was only for him.

‘Nice?’ he asked as her smile faded.

‘So nice...’

He rolled on top of her and his erection lay between them. He looked down at her. ‘I only brought you out here to see the lights.’

‘Please!’

‘I’m serious.’ He smiled. ‘A kiss, maybe, but...’ He was rocking a little, staring down at her. The feel of her skin was bliss. ‘I thought I was past sex outdoors... But maybe I’m not,’ he said.

He wanted more of her secret smile, but her knees had come up enough so that she gripped him loosely, and now she leant up on her elbows.

‘Not here,’ Emily said again. His fingers had hurt enough for her to know she could not get away without telling him.

If only she knew how she’d have happily used her mouth, or her hand, because she could feel not just his erection but his whole body, taut and turned on. A little as she had felt in the seconds before her first orgasm...drawn towards pure pleasure.

He moved back and his erection sprang free. As he moved to get off her it brushed at her most intimate core, and he held the base as if it was some heat-seeking missile as it nudged her entrance.

She was still raw from coming, and yet so desperate for more.

‘Alejandro, I’ve never...’

‘I know,’ he said. ‘We’ll go home.’

He rolled off and was unabashed as he lay on his back and tried to tuck his erection into black silk boxers.

She pulled up her knickers and trousers.

‘I’ve never orgasmed before...’ she said.

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