“You’ll never convince me of it.” She moved the chair into place. “There’s no one in the house at night, is there?”
“No, what do you have in mind?”
“Just making ourselves at home.” Just as at the beach, she wanted to have sex all over the house to imprint her memory on his. There was more between them than sex, but she hoped it would work. She pulled off his shirt and waited while he shook off his pants. She folded them over her arm and laid them on the desk.
She looked him up and down. From his glossy black hair to his handsome feet, he was one gorgeous man. With wide shoulders, ripped abs, narrow hips and a heavy cock growing hard under her appreciative glance. His right knee was wrapped in an elastic bandage, which didn’t spoil the view. “You have such a great body.”
“Is that a problem?”
“I look for a challenge as a personal trainer. If someone is a hundred pounds overweight, I inspire them to peel off the excess and can see real progress.”
He looked down. “You can plainly see real progress here.”
She laughed. “Yes, and it’s truly impressive.” She was already wet but enjoyed their verbal foreplay too much to rush. “Condoms?”
He pulled open the nightstand drawer and tossed her one. “I want my guests to feel welcome and keep them in every room.”
“Sit. You have wild parties here?”
He made certain the chair was braced against the wall and sat. “Pretending we’re on horseback is the wildest I’ve ever gotten. Stop talking and straddle my lap.”
She rubbed her arms and gave herself a hug but stayed near the bed. “Shouldn’t we imagine we’re riding a barely tamed stallion? Maybe several men have to hold him while we climb on his back. What should he be, a gleaming ebony or pale as the moon?”
He gritted his teeth. “Hell, he’s a black-and-white pinto. Come here.”
“A pinto? I like that. I know you’re a Spaniard, but I could imagine you’re an Indian chief with a war bonnet full of eagle feathers that tickled terribly when they blew across my bare breast.”
“If I have to hop around the room to catch you, I’ll do it!”
He was keeping his voice low, but he looked convincingly adamant. She closed the distance between them and squeezed his cock with a rolling rhythm to make it throb in her hand. He grabbed her waist and held her as she slid a condom down his rigid shaft. “I don’t really need my imagination with you,” she purred. “You’re more than enough.”
She stepped out of her panties and, poised over his lap, she stood on her tiptoes to take him in slowly, teasing every inch of him to a perfect fit. She braced herself on his shoulders and turned her hips, rocking gracefully to seat him deep before taking her place on his thighs. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hard the way she loved it. He pulled her lower lip through his teeth, and she coiled his thick black hair through her fingers.
He tore out her braid to spill her hair over her breasts and, holding her tight, unfastened her bra and tossed it away. “Don’t w
orry, I can’t see a thing with your beautiful hair. I just want to feel you.”
He was buried deep and the sweet pressure so delicious she quickly suppressed her usual reservations about her breasts. She could feel his bare chest against her nipples, the warm solid breadth of him and loved the way his muscles flexed when he shifted his hold on her. He pinched her nipples with a teasing squeeze and then wrapped her in his arms to kiss her again and again.
Fully open to him, she hugged him closer and, with a gentle twist, made exquisite ripples surge between them. He thumbed her clit, slowly stroking her in time with her heartbeat, luring her closer and closer, making the sweet aching need build until with a last caress, he pushed her over the crest into pure brazing joy. She clung to him as his orgasm echoed hers and moaned softly with each glorious pulse. This was where she was meant to be, and she savored every second as her breathing gradually slowed with his. She couldn’t move while her legs held a blissful echo of their passion for each other.
“We may have incinerated another room,” she whispered against his ear.
Santos spread kisses along her shoulder. “We should move to the bed before we melt into the floor.”
“That good for you too?”
“It’s better every time,” he murmured against her lips.
She held her breath, waiting for him to say he loved her. If only for the next five minutes, it would be enough. She wanted to hear him say it, just once. But other than a sated moan, he kept still.
Chapter Fifteen
Maggie called Libby Saturday afternoon. “We’re home. Are you at the beach house?”
Libby lay stretched across her bed, and if her phone hadn’t been within easy reach, she would have ignored it. “We’re at the ranch. It’s Maggie,” she told Santos, who lay beside her.
He grabbed the phone. “Hi, Maggie, I want to take you two to dinner tomorrow night. Let’s leave from the beach house.” He ended the call and leaned over Libby to set the phone on the nightstand. “We need to talk.”