The sight of his wide shoulders and strong back was almost enough to put her over the edge. She couldn’t wait to ravage him—kiss down his chest, pleasure him, but Ramón was in control, and he was focused only on her.
He kissed her belly and settled in between her legs. His lips pressed against her black lace panties, the heat of his mouth igniting her fire. He planted more kisses on her, focusing now on her thighs. Julieta was out of her mind with lust.
“Stop teasing me.”
She wanted Ramón’s mouth on her, and she wanted it now. She began to remove her panties, but Ramón quickly got the hint and took them off.
He looked up at her, and a devilish grin graced his face. “Tell me what you want, babe.”
“Cómeme.”
“My pleasure.” He began to lick her, starting with her thighs, before lapping in between her lips. Slow and sweet, deep and dirty. Julieta wanted all of him.
Ramón’s tongue pressed against her clit, and she gasped, a flash of pleasure overtaking her. “Ah, Ramón.”
“You taste so sweet.” He hummed against her, and she ran her fingers through his hair, holding him as his tongue worked its magic.
She cried out, desperate for release. Julieta wanted this moment—not just the intimacy, but the night—to last forever. Ramón was every fantasy she had ever had wrapped up into one—strong, sexy, sweet, and oh so skilled.
His deep voice, his capable hands, his delicious mouth.Perfection.
She completely surrendered to him.
“Ramón.” She couldn’t hold back any longer, as he edged her over the top. One final lick and a wave of ecstasy crashed through her followed by shivers of joy radiating through her entire body.
Ramón planted another kiss in between her thighs and pulled up by her side.
She turned to him, stroking his chest, reaching between his legs. “My turn.”
Ramón shook his head. “No, baby. Let’s have something to look forward to. This isn’t a one-night stand. Tonight is just the first of many nights we will spend together.”
Julieta didn’t even know how to react to that statement. His talk of the future completely overwhelmed her.
“Okay.” Ugh, was that the best she could do?
Julieta curled up under his arms and rested her head against his chest.
Chapter Twenty-One
Ramón gazed at the moon from the patio in his beach suite. He glanced at Julieta sleeping inside, her long black hair spread around her head. She looked like an angel.
After they had been intimate, they had talked for a bit. Julieta took a bath, and they had climbed back into bed. He had kissed her good night and held her as she fell asleep. He hadn’t even tried to fuck her—what was wrong with him?
He didn’t even know why he hadn’t tried. But after some soul-searching, he believed it was because in the past he had sex with so many women and they meant nothing to him. He cared for Julieta. He liked her. He wanted sex with her to actually mean something.
He had lost his edge. Just a few weeks ago, he’d been a driven businessman whose sole focus had been closing the deal, whether that deal was a real estate acquisition or a one-night stand with a sexy woman.
And now his head was filled with crazy thoughts, like what wouldbe best for the community, what would be best for Julieta, and, even worse, what would be best for his own emotional well-being.
No one cared about how Ramón felt inside. Certainly not Mamá, who could write the book on detachment parenting. Almost from birth, he had been pawned off on nannies, gardeners, maids, or anyone else who was around. And it wasn’t because Mamá had a job... unless you considered sleeping with her personal trainer and her tennis instructor as “work.”
Papá had been too busy working to even notice.
As a little boy, Ramón would watch the stands at his soccer games, praying that his parents would show up to root for him, only to be heartbroken when they never appeared.
Dammit. Maybe he needed to go back to therapy. He had struggled in his twenties but had stopped seeking professional help once he graduated from business school. Mental health was not something that was talked about in his family. Accomplishments were awarded; emotional growth was not.
He would probably fuck up whatever he had going on with Julieta because he wasn’t capable of creating an emotional connection. He never had been.
