Page 59 of Midnight Surrender to the Spaniard

They went up some stairs and came out on a deck so polished and soft beneath her feet that it felt like carpet. The furnishings were expensive and gorgeous—huge pale grey sofas, with tasteful splashes of colour to bring them alive—and a waiter stood at the bar, where Sebastián ordered cocktails.

‘Romero’s own,’ he said.

It was sherry and bitter orange and something else, but she was almost too giddy to take it in as the yacht manoeuvred out of the marina.

‘Have you eaten?’ Sebastián asked.

‘I have.’

He spoke in Spanish and soon little nibbles were being placed on a low candlelit table. She admired the glass tumblers that held tealights. They were engraved with stars to match those shining overhead. The night sky was divine, and she felt as if the stars might have been individually placed there just for her.

‘Dance?’ Sebastián said, once they had anchored away from the prying eyes of the marina, and he offered his hand.

The smooth deck was their dance floor, but the real luxury was being held in his arms.

‘I adore your back,’ he said as he held her close and ran a finger down her naked spine. ‘I mean,’ he said, ‘you really have a beautiful back.’

They danced—and not the way they had at the wedding.

He kissed her shoulder and then grazed it with his teeth. He pulled her tighter in to him and kissed her neck. If he wasn’t holding her she would be on her knees, she thought.

‘The crew...’

‘Shh...’ he said. ‘They’re below.’

It felt as if they were alone in the world...alone under the stars. The slight motion of the yacht on the waves, the breeze on her skin and the heat of his mouth entranced her as he held her and kissed her neck, as if the tender skin he was focussed upon was the most vital spot on planet earth.

He took her right to the edge, and she almost folded in his arms. Then he removed his mouth, his hand, his hard body. It was disorientating to be giddy with lust and then led down some steps that were softer even than the deck.

‘The floor...what is it?’

Every sensation was new.

‘Leather,’ he said, and guided her into the master cabin.

This was his home. That was her one coherent thought as she stepped inside. There was Spanish art on the walls, and she glimpsed an oil painting of ancient Jerez, almost out of place in such modern surroundings.

Yet not out of place, Anna thought as he slowly stripped her naked while devouring her with his mouth. It was as contradictory as this man.

Finally he kissed her all over, as he had promised that night at the wedding.

And each stroke of his tongue and velvet kiss was an apology for not ending that morning as he should have.

He undressed himself between hot, decadent kisses. She was rendered unable to assist, because each suck on her pale breasts had her bunching the crisp sheet beneath her and gasping for breath.

Sebastián was lost as he watched her breasts fall to the side a little—as real breasts did, not silicone mounds. Her stomach was flat, yet soft too. And her intimate curls were like kisses to his face as he moved down and parted her thighs.

‘I want to see you,’ he said as he rolled on a condom.

Anna watched as he looked, and the desire in his eyes had her clenching in anticipation and then sobbing as his mouth came down to kiss her where no mouth ever had before.

His jaw was rough, his tongue probing, and she raised herself up on her elbows briefly, to watch how absorbed he was in his task, then gave in and lay back.

She moved one hand down and gripped his hair, not sure if she was pulling him back because the contact was too intense to bear, or pressing him closer because she needed more.

He made love to her with his mouth and did not relent even when she came. He tasted her passion fully, and when she was spent, one leg draped over his shoulder, he knelt up.

‘You taste incredible...’

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