The Spanish Aristocrat's Woman by Katherine Garbera Page B

an emotional one as well, and Gui made it a point to make sure that his lovers knew how sexy and beautiful he found them.
    She moaned, a sweet sound that he leaned up to capture with his mouth. She tipped her head to the side immediately allowing him greater access.
    She shivered in his arms. He pushed her back a little bit so he could see her. Her breasts were bare, nipples distended and begging for his mouth. He lowered his head and suckled.
    He held one hand on the small of her back and buried his other in her hair. He had a lap full of woman and he knew that he wanted Kara more than he’d wanted any other woman in a long time.
    Her eyes were closed, her hips moving subtly against him, and when he blew on her nipple he saw gooseflesh spread down her body. He bit carefully at the lily-white skin of her chest, suckling at her so that he’d leave his mark. He wanted her to remember this moment and what they had done when she was alone later.
    She rocked her hips harder against his length and he thrust against her. He bit down gently on her tender, aroused nipple. She cried his name and he hurriedly covered her mouth with his, wanting to feel every bit of her passion.
    He rocked her until the storm passed and she quieted in his arms. He was so hard he thought he’d die if he didn’t get inside her.
    He glanced at her and saw that she was watching him. The fire in her eyes made his entire body tight with anticipation.
    Only an idiot would have unprotected sex without asking a woman about her sexual history. But that could break the mood so he just reached for the condom he’d put in his pocket before the wedding, knowing he wouldn’t want to be alone tonight. He put the condom on one-handed and said, “I really want you. Come to me now.”
    Shifting on his lap, she invited him into her body. He put his hands on her waist and held her still, wanting this moment when he first took her to last forever.
    He needed to be inside her now. Using his hands on her waist he held her still and then shifted his legs so he could thrust up into her.
    “Ready to take me, bebe? ”
    “Yes, Gui.”
    “Look at me this first time. Let me see your eyes as I make you mine.”
    Her hands fluttered between them and their eyes met.
    He held her hips steady and entered her slowly, until he was fully seated. Her eyes widened. She clutched at his arms as he started thrusting, holding him to her, eyes half-closed and her head tipped back.
    He caught one of her nipples in his teeth, scraping very gently. She started to tighten around him. Her hips moved faster, demanding more, but he kept the pace slow, steady, wanting her to come before he did.
    He suckled her nipple and rotated his hips to catch her pleasure point with each thrust, and he felt her hands in his hair, clenching, as she threw her head back and her climax ripped through her.
    He varied his thrusts, finding a rhythm that would draw out the tension at the base of his spine. Something that would make his time in her body, wrapped in her silky limbs, last forever.
    He tipped her hips up to give him deeper access to her body. Then she scraped her nails down his back. His blood roared in his ears as he felt everything in his world center to this one woman.
    He called her name as he came.

Six
    K ara woke in her own bed alone, to the smell of freshly brewed coffee. The automatic blinds on her window were still closed so she knew it was before nine, which was when she normally woke and started her day. As she sat up, the covers fell to her waist and she was startled at her own nudity.
    Then everything rushed back to her. Gui and the night they’d spent in each other’s arms.
    “Good morning, mi dulce. Did you sleep well?”
    She glanced to the sitting area to the left of the bed and found Gui on her chaise longue, a breakfast tray with coffee and scones next to him, the New York Times neatly folded on his lap.
    She gulped. And tried to find words. She’d been so in control in her