“Now that that’s taken care of,” he murmured against my lips. “Why don’t we go inside, hmm?”
There was no stopping the smile tugging at my lips. “Inside sounds good.”
Santiago laced his long fingers through mine and led me into his house. I trailed behind him, my gaze bouncing from wall to wall to admire the intricate pieces of art.
He made no secret of the fact that he liked expensive things, but it wasn’t in an in-your-face-show-off kind of way. It was tasteful, beautiful.
We reached the living area, and I was a little surprised when he turned into a hallway and just kept walking. “Where are we going?”
“Bed.”
“Oh.”
He stopped so abruptly, I slammed into his back. Spinning around, he clutched my chin between his thumb and index finger. Slowly tilting my head back, his face inched closer to mine until our lips almost touched.
“You have a problem with that?” His low rasp set off a myriad of fireworks inside of me.
Rolling my lip over my teeth, I swallowed hard. “No, no problem.”
Santiago’s eyes dropped to my mouth for a long, hot second before he lifted them to meet mine. The smirk touching his lips just about set my underwear on fire. “Good.”
Then we were moving again, walking a lot faster than we had before. When we entered his bedroom, he flicked the switch before turning the dial to dim the lights. I wanted to take in every detail of his space, but my eyes had barely landed on the massive bed when his lips were on mine again.
His tongue plunged into my mouth with so much force, it stole the breath right out of my lungs. The warmth of his palm seeped into my skin as his hand curled around the back of my neck. I smoothed my hands over his chest, fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt.
By the time the garment was completely undone and pushed over his broad shoulders, I had to take a step back so I could see him. His beautifully tanned skin stretched taut over muscles he clearly spent a few hours a week defining.
I wanted to touch, lick, and kiss every single inch of him. It was that thought that had me sinking to my knees in front of him. His sharp intake of breath filled the room when I brushed my fingers over the bulge straining against his slacks.
Knowing that I could affect him like this made me feel all sorts of powerful. So powerful that my hands didn’t tremble when I worked to loosen his belt and undo his pants. A second later, he was standing before me naked and beautiful.
Unable to resist, I reached out and wrapped my fingers around him. He was hard, his skin hot beneath my touch. Tilting my head back, I looked up at him and licked my lips.
Even from my perch, I could see the muscle in his jaw jump with the force he bit down on his teeth. His nostrils flared on a ragged breath. “Take me, princesa.”
Grinning, I leaned forward and did exactly that. Inch by inch I swallowed him down, pulling the sexiest rumbles from his chest. I wanted more of that. Wanted to do to him what he did to me. Make him lose control.
Using my hand and my mouth, I was well on my way to doing just that when, without warning, Santiago suddenly hooked his fingers under my arms and pulled me to my feet.
Licking my lips, I protested, “I wasn’t done yet.”
“That mouth.” He gripped my chin and drew my face to his. “That damn mouth.” Then his lips were on mine again, his tongue tasting, teasing.
Oh, how this man could kiss.
I could’ve easily spent the rest of my days drowning in Santiago Morales’s kisses. Then he gripped the hem of my shirt and tugged it over my head, and I just knew whatever was coming next would be so much better than this.
My jeans and underwear went next and then he was straight back to kissing the smart right out of me. Hands touching, tongues tasting, our limbs moving like we were doing some intricately choreographed dance.
I was on my back on the silky sheets with him hovering over me barely a breath later. Or maybe it was minutes later since time had no value when I was in his arms. My body shivered when his hand moved to the back of my thigh to push my knee to my chest.
Then the breath left my lungs on a low moan when he snapped his hips forward and filled me completely. I didn’t have even a second to adjust before he started moving, tearing animalistic cries from the back of my throat with every brutal thrust.
Pleasure, indescribable pleasure started building low, low inside my belly. Goosebumps coated my skin as a delicious shiver started at the very tips of my toes and worked its way to the top my head.
I felt fearless. Free. Like I was standing backward on the edge of a cliff with my arms spread wide, ready to let go. To fall into the unknown. Screwing my eyes shut, I sank deeper into the pillow, deeper into that feeling.
And then when I was right there, firm fingers grabbed my chin. My eyes flew open and I was immediately met with Santiago’s dark, heated stare.
He moved faster, harder. Once, twice was all it took for my world to explode. I tried to throw my head back, to catch my breath, but Santiago was right there. His soul-searching eyes carefully taking in every emotion fluttering over my face.
When I couldn’t take it anymore, I begged, “Kiss me.”
His gaze flitted to my mouth for a long, hot second before he bent down and covered it with his own. Unlike the way his hips were moving with mine, his kiss was slow and oh-so-sensual.
And when the damn finally broke for him, he sank his teeth into my bottom lip and
