Taken the Spaniard's Virgin

His current silence was not helping to dispel of the fear burgeoning inside her. He knelt there on his knees, simply looking down at her. She thought he might like what he was seeing, certainly there was no visible depreciation of his desire, but his lack of comment grew more unnerving by the second.

“Miguel?”

His gaze did not waver from her body. “Yes?”

“What are you doing?”

“Looking at you.”

“Yes, well…I sort of figured that out.”

“Have you ever seen a piece of art that stopped you in your tracks, made you stumble as you approached it because of the sheer perfection and beauty of it?”

Was he saying that was how he saw her? “Um…yes…I felt that way the first time I saw a Mary Cassatt in person.”

“Her work is amazing, butmi dolce tesoro …it is moments like this that mere humanity has to acknowledge the unparalleled artistry of God.”

“So…um…you like what you are seeing?”

“Your body is utter perfection.”

“My breasts are small.”

“Exquisite and perfectly proportioned.”

“My bones show in places.” It was necessary for the camera, but she felt self-conscious about her thinness for the first time in memory.

He shook his head as if clearing it. “Everything about you is just right. How can you doubt it?” He waved a hand toward his fierce erection. “Is this not ample proof I do not consider you lacking in any physical sense?”

“It’s not merely physical, is it?” she asked in a fit of doubt that might be irrational, but was completely unquenchable.

“Have I not told you? The beauty I see begins inside you. You are so much more than a body that is perfectly honed and toned for the life of a model.”

“Thank you.”

“It is I who should be thanking you for sharing such perfection with me.”

“You’re no slouch yourself.”

His gaze finally met hers. “Do you like looking at me as well?”

“Oh, yes.” More than she would have ever thought possible.

And now that h

e had assuaged her doubts, she felt shivery with pleasure from having his gaze on her as well. She would not have thought such a thing would excite her. To be looked at. But she felt the pleasure building inside again from the intensity of his gaze alone. Well, okay, maybe from the view, too.

He truly was magnificent.

He leaned down to kiss her again. Only his lips landed on the top slope of one petite breast. He did not go directly for her nipple like he’d done before, but explored every centimeter of her swollen curves with his mouth and especially his tongue. He swirled it around first one aureole and then the other, over and over again.

The heat in her core built again to molten levels. “Miguel!”

“What,mi dolce? What do you want?”

“You know.”

“Say it.”