Taken the Spaniard's Virgin
“You ache?”
“Do you not?”
“But you didn’t push last night and today…um…today, you came prepared to take me directly to lunch.” Was her palm an erogenous zone?
It had to be, but why had no one ever warned her before. During her “sex talks” with her mother, the issues of palms had never come up. Tongues yes, thighs…and of course breasts, but never palms.
That insidious touch continued while his eyes caressed her with equal intimacy. “As I’m sure you know, anticipation heightens the pleasure so that the wait is more than worth the eventual outcome.”
“You’re putting off making love on purpose?” she asked, breathless and a little confused.
She’d heard allusions to that sort of thing, but hadn’t expected to employ the technique herself. She wasn’t the most patient of people and would not have pegged him for being altogether patient, ei
ther.
“Aren’t you?”
Wow. He thought she was playing sophisticated sex games? If only he knew. “I want to get to know you better. Really, that’s all.”
“I respect that, but I do not deny the extra benefits of the wait, either.”
“I…”
“You are lost for words.” He smiled. “That is charming.”
“It is?” She thought it was rather gauche.
“Yes, to have you respond so innocently when you are in truth very sophisticated is intensely alluring, but I suspect you are aware of that.”
“Um…no…not really. I’m not sure I am as sophisticated as you seem to think I am.”
“The world you work in does not leave innocence intact very long.”
“Not on an intellectual level, no it doesn’t, but there are other kinds of innocence. I am not very experienced personally…with men.” She didn’t really like admitting it, but felt compelled to do so.
He looked at her for a long moment. “You know, I believe you. I find that more attractive than I would have suspected.”
“You do?”
“Yes.”
“And that surprises you?”
“I do not make it a habit to date women who are inexperienced. There are too many opportunities for misunderstandings in such a liaison.”
“But we are different.” He’d said so yesterday.
“Yes, many things about our association are different for me.”
The pleasure arcing from her palm up her arm and down to the center of her femininity was making it hard for her to think. “You’re lethal, you know that, don’t you?”
“I would be very disappointed if you saw me any other way.”
She husked out a laugh, but what she really wanted to do was call the car back and attack his body in the back seat. It was a very good thing they’d left the hotel. A very good thing. Pure self-preservation had her jerking her hand from his and putting it out of harm’s way in her lap. Ortemptation’s way, at any rate.
The rest of lunch was a study in self-control for her. She had to try to hold up her end of the conversation while watching the way Miguel’s lips moved as he spoke sparked fantasies that made her throb in embarrassing places. Usually a people watcher, she found her attention so focused on Miguel, she could not have said if there were any other patrons in the restaurant, or not. Though she was sure there had to be.
She kept forgetting to eat, more interested in observing the play of soft light over his aquiline features. Especially entrancing was the way his body moved when he talked with his hands or laughed.