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Emily’s breath caught on a soft gasp. The sharp press of his teeth followed by the velvet slide of his tongue was unexpected—and surprisingly erotic. Her spine loosened, her legs went weak, and th
en he was scooping her into his arms, holding her effortlessly against his broad chest, as he strode through the suite. Seconds later he set her feet down and she barely had time to register they were in a bedroom before he was kissing her again, the heat of his mouth on hers even more explosively potent than before. Wantonly, she slid her arms around his neck and revelled in the earthy scent of him, the hot, bold stroke of his tongue against hers and the branding heat of his palms through her dress as they took possession of her hips.
His hands slid downwards, cupped her buttocks, and a low groan rumbled up his throat. He pulled her against him hard, pelvis to pelvis, giving Emily her first taste of the sheer strength and size of his erection. Before she could acknowledge the dart of apprehension in her stomach, his fingers hooked into the soft, clingy fabric of her dress and tugged upwards. ‘Lift your arms,’ he commanded against her mouth.
Willingly she obeyed, stretching her arms above her head, and he dispensed with the dress with a speed and ease that suggested he was well-versed in the art of removing women’s clothing—a thought Emily refused to dwell upon as she stood before him in nothing but her heels, her cream satin underwear and her pearl necklace. She reached for him, partly to disguise her self-consciousness, and partly because she craved the return of his heated body against hers.
But he took a step back. ‘Patience, mi belleza,’ he said throatily, his accent more pronounced now, and she dropped her arms helplessly back to her sides. His gaze trailed over her. Hot. Intense. ‘I have seen you naked in my mind many times,’ he said. ‘I want to know if my imagination did you justice.’ He started to move, walking around her in a slow, deliberate circle, his unhurried appraisal of her near-naked body setting fire to every inch of her exposed flesh.
Her legs trembled, barely supporting her. She closed her eyes. ‘Ramon...’
‘I like hearing you say my name.’ His voice came from behind her and she felt the silk of his shirt brush her shoulder blades. Still he didn’t touch her. ‘Say it again.’
She swallowed. ‘Ramon.’
‘Yes, Emily?’
Excitement made her heart pound, the tension and build-up of anticipation proving unbearably sexy.
Without warning he drove his hands into her hair, his fingers spearing deep and tangling in the mass of soft curls. He tugged her head back against his shoulder and put his mouth against her ear. ‘What do you want?’ he rasped.
‘I want you to touch me.’
‘Where?’ His voice was rough, laced with satisfaction and a dark note of carnality that made her insides quiver.
‘Everywhere,’ she whispered, and felt a deep shudder move through him.
His hands came around her waist and just the hot slide of his palms across her naked midriff triggered a rush of liquid heat between her legs. He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her bare shoulder and she arched her back, her breasts aching with an instinctive need that he answered by cupping his hands under them and dragging his thumbs over their tips.
She moaned, luxuriating in the sensations his touch was evoking. But she wanted more. She wanted skin against skin. Blindly, she grabbed at the straps of her bra and yanked them down, knocking his hands away in the process.
‘Sí, mi belleza.’ His voice rumbled with approval. ‘That’s right. Show me what you want.’
She did. She seized his hands and moulded them to her bare breasts, her back arching again as he rolled her hardened nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. A little cry of pleasure escaped her, then he was kissing her neck, and she could feel his erection nudging her bottom, teasing her curiosity until she could no longer bear to stand passive. With a boldness that ordinarily would’ve shocked her, she reached back and palmed his groin, and even through his trousers she could feel how thick he was. How hard. For her.
That heady sense of feminine power surged again, throbbing in her veins like a potent aphrodisiac. ‘More,’ she croaked. ‘I want more.’
Shifting his weight, he swung her off her feet, took three long strides and set her down on the edge of an enormous bed dressed in soft, luxurious linens. His dark gaze locked on hers, he stepped back, tugged his shirt out of his waistband and began unbuttoning it.
Her mouth filled with moisture and she stared up at him, mesmerised by the prospect of watching him strip down to nothing right in front of her.
With deft hands he peeled off his shirt and dropped it on the floor, and Emily’s eyes widened.
He was utter perfection, his torso lean and chiselled, his skin like golden satin over ridges of steel. She wanted just to sit there and look at him, take the time to indulge in a leisurely inspection, as he’d done with her. But he toed off his shoes, dropped to his knees in front of her and plunged one hand into her hair, tugging her forward so that her face was close to his.
‘How much more?’
She licked her lips. ‘All of it.’
Eyes gleaming, he leaned in and claimed her mouth with a searing kiss that promised her she would get exactly what she’d asked for. Then his lips travelled down her throat, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses over her sensitised skin until he reached the hard tip of her right breast.
She arched towards him before he’d even taken her nipple into his mouth. And when he did...it was exquisite, the pleasure almost unbearable. Her hands flew to his head of their own accord, her fingers streaking into the thick, dark strands of his hair, holding him to her as he mercilessly sucked her nipple into a tight, ultra-sensitive point. And then he lavished the same attention on her other breast and she dropped her head back, wondering if she might die from the blistering heat she could feel building inside her like an out-of-control inferno.
Her bra was still strung around her ribs and he unhooked it, threw it aside then pushed her back on the bed and dragged her knickers off with such efficiency, she had no time to feel hesitant or shy. But when he grasped her knees, eased them apart and lowered his head, her body tensed.
Pausing, Ramon glanced up from between her legs, hunger, heat and a clear, white-hot intent burning in his eyes. ‘You wanted it all,’ he reminded her thickly.
Yes...but she hadn’t been thinking about oral sex. She’d never gone there before. The ex-boyfriend with whom she’d had her one, uninspiring sexual relationship had never initiated it and neither had she. And, while she was guilty of having entertained X-rated thoughts about Ramon’s hands and mouth, she hadn’t considered how it might feel to have his mouth on her there.
