“As long as you’re not using it to impress other woman.”
“Why would I need other women?” He rolled up her nightie to buzz teasing kisses in her navel.
She laughed and clamped her hand over her mouth. “Maybe you ought to close the balcony door.”
“Where’s Santos’s room?”
“I don’t know, but wouldn’t his open onto the balcony too? There’s Fox to consider as well. He’d crawl along the balcony to overhear whatever he could.”
He paused, weighing the idea. “I could probably act both our parts and give them something to dream about.”
“Don’t you dare!”
He went to the balcony door, but just as he reached it, Santos and Ana stepped out onto the far end of the balcony. “Just a minute,” he whispered.
Ana grabbed the rail and Santos came up behind her. “Do you want your own room?”
“I can’t decide. I hope you noticed Magdalena never takes her eyes off Rafael. He fascinates her, and when they danced, I swear they shot sparks.”
“Sparks? Are you complaining we lack heat or passion?”
Rafael closed the door and locked it. “Ana isn’t happy with your brother. If she leaves tonight, can you film me in the morning?”
“I’ve never used a video camera, but I suppose I could try. Although that would force me to watch you face a bull, which I’d rather avoid. Maybe Fox could do it. He’d really get into it.”
He stretched out beside her. “Or Refugio, or any of the men who work here?”
“Or Mrs. Lujan; anyone but me, please.”
“As long as you watch me now.”
He kissed her before she could point out the room was too dark to make him out clearly. He tasted like peppermint toothpaste, and so did she. His skin was smooth, the muscles shifting with life beneath her fingertips, and she loved his hair. She grabbed hold of his jet-black mane and pressed herself against him. “Wait a minute.” She eased up to pull off her nightgown, then, like a devoted cat, rubbed her bare breasts against his chest.
“You’re worth five stars at least,” she murmured against his lips.
“Is five stars the most for a review?”
“Usually. You want to try for six?”
He laughed against her breast and pressed her hand against his hip bone. “I could tattoo it here with your name.”
She slipped free of his grasp to stroke him lower. “Then another woman would want her name here. You’d better stop before you begin.”
He sucked her right nipple until she squirmed beneath him. “All right, it will be our secret,” he agreed.
“Ah, a secret to reveal in my memoir,” she murmured, but she’d have a great deal more to say about him, and she wouldn’t need ink to remember every detail.
“Aren’t you worried about what I’ll say about you in mine?” he asked.
Women usually outlived men, but it wasn’t something she wished to point out in his case. “No, you’re a gentleman, and you’d never say anything unkind.”
“Santos wouldn’t agree.”
“Who cares what he thinks?” She kissed him until she couldn’t gather two thoughts in sequence. “It’s so easy to lose myself in you.” His heady scent, light touch and sweet taste drew her close, and she slid her hand over his flat belly. “I bet you have a great many secrets.”
After a long pause, he admitted reluctantly, “They’re too dangerous to tell.” He gave her earlobe a last nibble and donned a condom. He turned back to stretch out between her legs, and she grabbed hold of his arms. He dipped into her sweet welcoming wetness, withdrew to stroke the length of her cleft, teasing her, then melting into her again before withdrawing. She bucked to catch him on his next deep thrust, and he flexed within her and rolled his hips.
She sighed and raised her arms above her head. “I’m so glad I don’t have to go home tonight.”