the ground in such a way that she slid all the way down the length of his body, hips, breasts and legs held so tight against the muscular strength of him that she couldnât be unaware of the blatant physical sign of his intense response to her. The swollen evidence of his passionate arousal burned against her even through the fine white silk of her skirts.
And when her feet were on the floor he still held her against him, one hard hand clamped in the small of her back, the other fastening over the fine bones of her chin, lifting her face towards his.
âI want to kiss you, mi belleza ,â he told her in a voice that was harsh with barely controlled hunger. âIf the truth is known, I have wanted to kiss you from the first second I saw you; from the moment you came out of that house and walked towards my car. I wanted to hold you then, to take you in my arms like this, to touch your skin, inhale the scent of your hairâ¦â
He suited action to the words, dropping his proud head so that his cheek rested against her hair, the pad of his thumb tracing the full softness of her mouth.
So he had felt it too. That immediate, lightning strike of response, that inexplicable yearning, the male to female reaction at its most primitive, most basic level. He had sensedit, as she had, on the air that they breathed, in the look from one set of dark eyes to a much lighter pair.
âAnd you want it too.â
âOh, yesâ¦â
Somehow it escaped her without a momentâs thought. Thought would have told her that what she was doing wasnât at all wise. That it was beyond stupidityâit was foolish, crazyâ dangerous . But thought didnât enter into what she was feeling in any way. She was incapable of thought. She was nothing but feeling, total emotion, pure sensation.
And she wanted the kiss she knew was coming. Wanted the feel of that beautiful mouth on her own. She hungered for the warm touch of skin on skin, the caress of his strong hands, the sensation of the silken strands of his hair under her fingertips.
And so she swayed towards him, her wild hands slowing, stilling for a moment then closing over the broad square shoulders and clinging tightly as his mouth came down on hers.
It was harder than she had imagined. Harder and more cruel so that for a second her mind seemed to split in two, hunger warring with panic as she struggled against the wild passion that threatened to burn her up alive.
Passion and hunger won. She was incapable of holding out against them, incapable of denying herself even more than she was incapable of denying him. His mouth took hers by storm, crushing and near brutal one moment then gentling to a stunning tenderness the next. The tantalising slide of his tongue was a delight and a torment combined, wakening all the most sensitive pleasure spots of her lips and mouth, making her open to him, surrendering herself completely.
âBellezaâ¦bellezaâ¦â Rico crooned softly against her skin, his mouth trailing a path of fire over her face anddown the fine lines of her throat to fasten fiercely on the creamy slope of one exposed shoulder. âYou are so lovelyâ¦so perfect.â
She felt perfect, Felicity thought shakily. She felt just right for this man, her body fitting exactly against his, her hips cradled against the strong bones of his pelvis, her legs coming between his as he shifted slightly to accommodate her. Her breasts seemed perfectly formed for the touch of his hands, a sigh of delight escaping her as his hard fingers cupped their soft weight, the heat of his palms burning through her dress to her skin.
Her flesh was on fire for his touch, her body aching to feel his against her. Her hands were in his hair, tangling tightly in the night-dark strands, closing over the strong bones of his skull, drawing his head down to hers so that she could deepen and prolong the kiss until her senses reeled in a delirium of pleasure.
âOh,
And when her feet were on the floor he still held her against him, one hard hand clamped in the small of her back, the other fastening over the fine bones of her chin, lifting her face towards his.
âI want to kiss you, mi belleza ,â he told her in a voice that was harsh with barely controlled hunger. âIf the truth is known, I have wanted to kiss you from the first second I saw you; from the moment you came out of that house and walked towards my car. I wanted to hold you then, to take you in my arms like this, to touch your skin, inhale the scent of your hairâ¦â
He suited action to the words, dropping his proud head so that his cheek rested against her hair, the pad of his thumb tracing the full softness of her mouth.
So he had felt it too. That immediate, lightning strike of response, that inexplicable yearning, the male to female reaction at its most primitive, most basic level. He had sensedit, as she had, on the air that they breathed, in the look from one set of dark eyes to a much lighter pair.
âAnd you want it too.â
âOh, yesâ¦â
Somehow it escaped her without a momentâs thought. Thought would have told her that what she was doing wasnât at all wise. That it was beyond stupidityâit was foolish, crazyâ dangerous . But thought didnât enter into what she was feeling in any way. She was incapable of thought. She was nothing but feeling, total emotion, pure sensation.
And she wanted the kiss she knew was coming. Wanted the feel of that beautiful mouth on her own. She hungered for the warm touch of skin on skin, the caress of his strong hands, the sensation of the silken strands of his hair under her fingertips.
And so she swayed towards him, her wild hands slowing, stilling for a moment then closing over the broad square shoulders and clinging tightly as his mouth came down on hers.
It was harder than she had imagined. Harder and more cruel so that for a second her mind seemed to split in two, hunger warring with panic as she struggled against the wild passion that threatened to burn her up alive.
Passion and hunger won. She was incapable of holding out against them, incapable of denying herself even more than she was incapable of denying him. His mouth took hers by storm, crushing and near brutal one moment then gentling to a stunning tenderness the next. The tantalising slide of his tongue was a delight and a torment combined, wakening all the most sensitive pleasure spots of her lips and mouth, making her open to him, surrendering herself completely.
âBellezaâ¦bellezaâ¦â Rico crooned softly against her skin, his mouth trailing a path of fire over her face anddown the fine lines of her throat to fasten fiercely on the creamy slope of one exposed shoulder. âYou are so lovelyâ¦so perfect.â
She felt perfect, Felicity thought shakily. She felt just right for this man, her body fitting exactly against his, her hips cradled against the strong bones of his pelvis, her legs coming between his as he shifted slightly to accommodate her. Her breasts seemed perfectly formed for the touch of his hands, a sigh of delight escaping her as his hard fingers cupped their soft weight, the heat of his palms burning through her dress to her skin.
Her flesh was on fire for his touch, her body aching to feel his against her. Her hands were in his hair, tangling tightly in the night-dark strands, closing over the strong bones of his skull, drawing his head down to hers so that she could deepen and prolong the kiss until her senses reeled in a delirium of pleasure.
âOh,
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