Page 56 of His Innocent for One Spanish Night

‘Not so wooden...’ he said, and turned her as easily as if the floor was revolving beneath her.

He kissed her hard on the mouth, the music still playing, their hips still swaying. Then he removed his belt as his tongue chased hers, and she opened up his shirt with desperate fingers.

His skin, his torso, was so incredible that she had to see it, and she explored his arms, his shoulders, his chest and toned stomach and he made her dizzy with lust.

He had moved the fabric of the dress so that her breasts spilled out, and now they were locked in mutual admiration as they resumed kissing, their naked chests pressed together.

‘I thought,’ he admitted as he kissed her down on to the couch, ‘that I would have to drag you from the bedroom.’

‘I told you...’ Emily gazed up at him. ‘I want you.’

Perhaps her confidence was the new sexy...? Or was it just the absolute desire in her eyes? Because, with Emily, he thought he might have veered from his more practised moves. But hearing her wanton voice, feeling the way she licked at his ear as her hands slid over his torso, Alejandro was in uncharted territory.

But not quite.

He was kissing her breasts, lifting the skirt of her dress, as he recalled they had been here before. Last time they had been in the vineyard, where they’d been just utterly lost to each other.

Now they were warm, and sexed up, and there was nothing to stop them.

‘Christ...’ he said, lowering his head, licking down her neck and bare chest.

He slid her arms out of the dress so that she was naked from the waist up. And then so practised and skilled were his fingers that he moved the garment down her hips, as if he were unpeeling her, exposing her.

Now all she wore were her shoes...her gorgeous, beautiful new shoes. And as she lifted one foot up to admire them he saw the shining pinkness of her, and held her leg higher and placed it on his shoulder.

Her hand shot out to cover herself but he caught it. She licked her lips a little nervously, but then bravely lifted the other leg.

‘I was going to take you to bed,’ he said, stroking her. ‘But instead I am on my knees...’

He lowered his head and licked up her thigh. He nipped at the tender skin so that she writhed, and then she stopped fighting as his mouth found her centre.

He was so slow and so thorough and so noisy in his pleasure that she thought she might die. She lay rocked by the waves that swept through her, trying to resist them.

‘Go with it,’ he told her.

‘I can’t,’ she admitted.

Because no matter how delicious the feeling of his mouth on her body, she could not give in to it while knowing there was more to come.

His erection was huge, and perhaps he saw the trepidation in her eyes, because he knelt up and they touched it together...

‘Don’t stop,’ she begged. ‘I never knew...’

‘God...’ he moaned.

‘Please...’ she said.

His mouth felt amazing...her only regret was that it was only she who was weak.

‘You’re so hot...’ His naked torso came up to hers. ‘We’re going to bed. Condoms...?’

‘I’m on the pill.’

‘Emily,’ he warned, ‘you don’t have unprotected sex with a man you picked up from ataberna.’

He was kneeling up...rubbing her breasts and batting her thigh with his erection.

‘It’syou, though...’ Her voice sounded breathy and wanton...she didn’t want to move from this heavy bliss. ‘You’re not dangerous.’

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