A Spanish Inheritance

‘Ramon, you shouldn’t—’

‘It gives me pleasure to buy you things,’ he said simply. ‘I hope it will give you as much pleasure trying them on as it will give me when I take them off again.’

She sucked in a fast breath as she felt her face fire up, and cast a self-conscious glance at their fellow diners. ‘You won’t be long?’ she murmured.

Ramon’s arched brows rose a little as his eyes darkened. ‘I will be as fast as I can be. Depend on it.’

He was as true as his word.

Annalisa had barely finished folding up the reams of tissue paper and stacking the discarded carrier bags in a neat pile by the bin when Ramon returned to the room. Judging by the look on his face, the meeting seemed to have gone well.

‘You look beautiful,’ he said, when she showed off the new dress to him.

‘You really are too generous. I don’t know what to say—’

‘Don’t say anything,’ he growled. ‘Just come here.’

‘Ramon… Ramon,’ Annalisa protested softly. ‘You said something about meeting another lawyer—’

‘Not now,’ he said, running his hands over every curve and plane of her body. ‘Is that water I can hear running?’

‘Yes,’ she managed to gasp as she pressed into him and felt how hard he was. Already he had trained her senses to respond to him…business was forgotten as he backed her towards the bathroom door. ‘So, making love all night wasn’t enough for you,’ she teased softly as he left her for a moment to slip off his suit jacket and loosen his tie.

His answer was in his eyes. Dipping down to switch off the taps in the huge marble-framed Jacuzzi, he straightened up again and softly called her to him. And now his kisses were deep and possessive as she strained towards him, and it took only the smallest movement for him to ease the dress from her shoulders. It pooled around her ankles, leaving her naked apart from a slip of white lace that served for a bra and an even flimsier thong.

‘If you’re going to be as aroused as this, I’ll have to buy a bigger size,’ he murmured as he stared appreciatively at her engorged nipples, thrusting urgently against the fine lace bra. His stare was bold and challenging as it tracked slowly down over her breasts and on to where the dark shadow between her thighs provided a stark contrast to the snowy-white strip of lace.

And then his fingers were looping through the sides of the thong and his lips were closing over hers. She cried out and gasped for breath as his mouth tracked down, but he ignored her protests and sucked hard on the first nipple. The feeling was intense to the point of pain, and when his tongue forced the taut lacy fibres of her bra against the already tender flesh he was forced to support her weight as her legs weakened beneath her. Without pause he moved from one over-sensitive tip to the next, until she heard a sound of moaning, pleading, and realised it was her own voice, begging him shamelessly not to stop.

He gave her what she needed, with his lips and his teeth and the rasp of his tongue. And when at last he lifted his head to fix her with his bold and knowing stare it was only to give him the chance to unhook the fastening on her bra. Now it was Ramon’s turn to draw a sharp, excited breath as the full beauty of her breasts was revealed. And holding her gaze, so she could watch his satisfaction, he cupped them in his hands, weighing them appreciatively as he mercilessly chafed each jutting pink nipple with his firm thumb-pads.

‘No. No more,’ Annalisa pleaded breathlessly. ‘I can’t take any more—’

‘You submit?’

‘Never!’

Ignoring her, he began feathering kisses against her mouth, and as his stubble scraped her neck she groaned and moved to help him, until she felt the thong slide free and fall at her feet.

‘Look, Annalisa,’ he said, tugging off his shirt and then whipping her round so that she had to stare at their reflections in the large mirror over the bath, partly obscured by steam. It was as if discretion was attempting to cast a veil of secrecy around them, and they were a seductive sight: one towering over the other with a hand clasped possessively over the smaller form’s slightly raised buttocks.

‘It seems a shame to waste that bath,’ he said in a fierce whisper as he glanced down.

‘It’s not a bath I want,’ Annalisa answered, moving against him.

When Ramon laughed it was a low and seductive rumble of sound. ‘I’m in control here,’ he whispered, reaching out a hand to clear a portion of the glass. He took her chin in his fist, forcing her to face the mirror again. ‘And first you have to be soaped all over…’