Taken the Spaniard's Virgin

“No.” She tried to direct his head so his mouth was over her nipple. “I can’t.”

But he hovered teasingly above the hard peak, brushing the puckered flesh with the lightest caress.

“Please, Miguel…please…”

“Please, what? Say it,mi Amber. I want to hear the words from your mouth.”

“Suck it…please…put my nipple in your mouth.”

He growled and then did just that.

She screamed as pleasure seized her with harsh force. The few times she had considered what sex might be like, she’d never thought it would be something so primal and earthy. That it would shatter her with pleasure while making her body scream for more. He suckled her while she whimpered with the sheer amazing wonder of it.

Her hands explored the muscular contours of his back while she used the rest of her body to caress what she could reach of his. Her thigh brushed his heated shaft and they both shuddered from the contact. She reached down to touch it. She could only reach the head, but she grasped it with shaking fingers.

He tore his mouth from her breast. “Oh, damn…Amber…stop.”

“I want to touch you.”

“Next time…but right now, I must keep my control.”

“I don’t want you controlled.”

“I refuse to hurt you, but it would be all too easy to do so because it is your first time.” He gently, but inexorably removed her hand from his hardness. “Next time, I promise,querida, you may touch me to your heart’s content.”

“I will hold you to that.”

“I look forward to it, but right now…I want to taste you.”

Expecting him to do what he’d done the last time he said that, she was totally unprepared for his swift change in his position and the mouth that descended on the apex of her thighs to kiss the top of her mound. She automatically tried to close her thighs, but his shoulders were there.

She grabbed at his hair. “Wait, Miguel…I don’t think…”

He lifted his head, the sheer erotic image of his head between her thighs scorching her consciousness. “This is not the time to think, it is the time to feel.”

“But…”

“Open your legs all the way for me, I want to see what you have shown no one else.”

“You want to see me…there?”

“Yes.” His hot gaze burned her. “Very much.”

“All right.” What else could she say? In that moment, she realized she would deny this man nothing.

Perhaps she should have been embarrassed, but it seemed so natural to move her thighs into a wide V.

He pushed her ankles until her knees bent and she was exposed completely to his gaze.

He smiled a predator’s smile. “Very pretty.” He touched the flesh still sensitive from his earlier ministrations, brushing along her silky wet, swollen lips.“Very, very pretty.”

She couldn’t think of a thing to say in response to that, so she said nothing.

Eyes darkened by desire met hers. “Now…I am going to taste the essence of you.”

Her mouth opened in automatic denial, but he was already bending down to do as he’d promised. Even more intimate than the sweet kiss he’d placed on the top of her moist curls, his tongue tasted her with devastating expertise. The pleasure that had been on a slow build since he started this “looking game” spiked sharply upward until she was moaning and arching into his mouth.

Then she felt one finger delve deeply into her. He hit her barrier and she jerked away at the unexpected pain. But he followed her with his finger, pressing gently against the barrier, but not breaching it. It was uncomfortable, but did not hurt as the initial touch had done. She forced her body to relax. She wanted him inside her…that meant she would have to accustom herself to the touch…to the pressure against her still intact innocence.