Page 60 of Midnight Surrender to the Spaniard

She was panting as he looked down at her, and then he kissed her with lips that were shiny fromher. They rolled to face each other, tumbling, still kissing, until he was on his back and she was astride him.

It felt different from when they’d been in that chair at the villa. Not just because of their lack of clothes, or the bed. It was more that they had changed since then.

Then, it had been sex.

Now, it was...

Anna didn’t quite know how to describe the comparison—just that when she lowered herself down onto him there was synergy between them, both wanting more from the other.

She had never been on top before, but did not feel uncertain—just inexperienced. She closed her eyes as he filled her, because the deep penetration felt so new.

‘Come here,’ he demanded roughly, and pulled her head down towards him.

Her hands moved behind his shoulders and they kissed as he bucked and she responded until she found a rhythm she liked.

Awkwardly, for his shoulders and his body were big, she moved her hands to his chest. But soon there was no awkwardness in Anna, just a sense of urgency. His hands were on her breasts, thorough in their movements, and she felt the solid wall of his chest beneath her hands.

‘So good...’ he said, and then he said something in Spanish, and reached for a pillow to put it behind his head, so he could see her better.

Her buttocks were sliding on his thighs and his hands came up to her hips. But then he removed them.

‘Help me,’ Anna said, because she wanted his hands exactly where they had been...she wanted the grip and guidance of them.

‘You!’ he said, thrusting as she ground down.

He was denying his hands what they wanted as a form of self-torture. For now he wanted to watch her face change as she sought deeper pleasure from him. He played with her hair, pinched her nipple—anything that would help him fight not to finish until she was ready.

‘Oh...’

Anna closed her eyes in deep concentration as he stroked her, every part of her body feeling spent already. Her thighs ached and she was holding back a sob of frustration—or perhaps a scream.

But then his hands slid down her damp, flushed body and took her hips firmly. She had never been so loose and so tense at the same time, because now he grasped her and moved within her at a pace she would never have found on her own.

She heard herself making humming sounds, unintelligible sounds, but they only made his grip on her hips tighter.

And then he stilled her, and Anna felt a final powerful swell within her and choked out a sound as he released himself into her.

The low shout that accompanied it was so intense that it pulled at her centre...pulled so tightly that she gave up moving, just closed her eyes and enjoyed the intimate beats of her own body’s release and the fading pulse of him within her.

‘I drove back for that,’ he said as they lay side by side.

She gave a soft laugh. ‘You can go now, then.’ Anna sat up and reached for the iced water that had thoughtfully been left by the bedside. ‘Oh, wait... I forgot. It’s your yacht...’

It was a tease, not a threat—just light joking after something both knew had been incredible.

‘Watch this,’ he said. ‘Lie on your back.’

Anna did so, and he lay beside her and pressed a button on a remote control.

The ceiling parted and they were bathed in stars.

‘I kept it closed in case there was a drone.’

She’d fallen asleep in his arms the night of the wedding, but this time Anna was in no doubt that what they had experienced together had been beautiful—that the yacht, the stars, the pleasure had all been incredible.

What she did not know was that in that moment she’d been gifted a sliver of his heart...

CHAPTER TWELVE

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