Kept at the Argentine's Command

ulu could feel the fire burning inside her. He was stoking it with his mouth.

Not just his mouth.

Lulu could feel him against her most intimate place, much bigger than she’d ever imagined, and hard, and his hands on her satin-covered bottom were bringing her into closer contact.

Lulu couldn’t believe how aroused she was getting, or how much she wanted him. His shoulders felt like rock under her hands, but his flesh was hot and springy. He felt so alive, and for the first time she began to understand the scale of what she’d been missing. She’d only been half alive, and that didn’t have much to do with sex, although that was a part of it. It was just that the fear had taken so much away from her and she’d let it.

She wasn’t letting this go.

She was having this.

It was hers.

He broke their kiss to give her one last warning, ‘I’m not looking for anything more than this, Lulu.’

‘Bon,’ she said breathlessly, ignoring everything but what she was finding with him.

Alejandro slid his hand under the satin and lace bra and found skin much softer than the satin that had encased it, and an astonishingly plump breast for such a slight girl, with a taut little nipple that seemed to furl under his touch.

Madre di Dios.

He rubbed, she whimpered, and he said a word of prayer under his breath, because this was pushing him to the brink and he hadn’t even got her naked.

She was breathing in low, shallow pants that were growing more frantic. He could deal with that. He took one taut lace-covered nipple gently between his teeth and sucked. She gave an almost startled cry before he applied the same attention to the other, sliding his hand under the loose leg of her cami-knickers. She felt so soft and wet and warm and he couldn’t wait.

He shoved down his boxers.

She knelt on the bed, just looking, her eyes all over him and her expression almost unbearable in its curiosity.

Then she seemed to remember herself, and reached around to unhook her bra. But he was there before her. He could feel the subtle tension in her body as he carefully peeled down the straps and she held out her arms to let the satin and lace drop away. Her breasts were crested with raspberry-coloured nipples. She actually raised her arms again to cover herself—an act of modesty he recognised but one that didn’t make sense. He witnessed a flash of uncertainty in the eyes she lifted to his, but then she set her chin and slowly took her arms away.

Alejandro was convinced he saw that chin jut out a little more.

A tenderness spread through him that somehow wasn’t at odds with the lust tearing at his insides.

He ran his hands gently over her shoulders, down her arms, watching the tightening of the buds of her nipples, the way her breasts lifted slightly with the deep shuddering breath she took. She put the palms of her hands to his shoulders, ran them over his arms in a mimicking movement.

‘Are we going to have sex?’

It was a crazy question, but it was one he took seriously because it was Lulu asking.

‘Only if you want to.’

‘Mmm. Yes. I want to.’ She put her arms around his neck as he came over her. ‘With you,’ she said, looking into his eyes.

He considered asking who else? There was nobody but them in the room. But her words reminded him of how sweet she was.

Sweet and sexy and not like any other woman he’d ever been with.

‘Lulu?’

‘Mmm?’

‘Just tonight.’

‘Stop saying that.’ She screwed up her nose.

She was right. This wasn’t about her—it was him. He was finding an intensity in this experience and as a man of experience it gave him pause.