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She had not been with a man in a long time. It felt so good. So right. Being with him.
He pressed her a little harder and she cried out. “Juan Carlos.”
It seemed to satisfy him. He took her in an earth-shattering kiss, pressing her mouth open and sweeping into her. She moved under him, arching her hips, that feeling below her waist becoming stronger and stronger the longer the kiss went on.
His hand was moving again, leaving her full breasts and moving down her torso, past her navel and below her waist, where she ached and ached for him. “Trust me,” he said.
All she could do was nod.
And his hands and mouth worked magic on her, shredding her into tiny pieces, squeezing tortured moans from her lips and making her squirm until she finally reached a fantastic, bone-melting orgasm.
“Juan Carlos,” she breathed, lifting her head to find his eyes on her as he unbuckled his belt. He shucked out of his clothes quickly and sheathed himself, in all his naked glory, with a condom.
He touched her where she was most sensitive, lending her comfort and warmth in the aftermath of her pulsing release. She relaxed and eased back slowly, as another fire began to build. “I’ve waited for you all of my life, Portia. And now, you’re mine.”
She was ready for him when he entered her, wanting him this way, taking his weight and watching a fiery veil of passion burn in his eyes. He began to rock back and forth, each thrust a love note, a daring caress and sugary candy for her hungry body. “You are all I will ever need,” he murmured.
She smiled as he pressed farther and farther inside her body. She was his. He was all she would ever need and as she met his driving rhythm, arching up and down, her breaths heavy, her body primed, she found solace and peace in his arms and lust and desire in his bed.
* * *
Juan Carlos drew a deep breath into his lungs. He’d often dreamed of waking up next to Portia, and now his very fantasy had come true. He turned his head and watched her chest rise and fall slowly. Her hair fanned across the pillow. He ached to touch it and sift the strands through his fingers. He wanted to kiss her awake and then make love to her again. But the sun had barely risen and the day would prove a long one. She needed her sleep. He’d worn her out last night. He shook his head at the thoughts running through his mind. He couldn’t touch her again this morning and have her think he was lecherous, waking her with only one thing on his mind.
He smiled. He would come to her again sometime today. It would be hard to keep to the task at hand, but they were on a mission. Though a wicked part of him wanted to play hooky today. Why couldn’t they just stay in bed all day? The States had snow days. Why couldn’t he declare a Royal Day?
A little noise pressed through her lips, a moan that he’d come to know. Last night, she’d moaned plenty and turned his world on end.
She shifted toward him and one hand—warm, delicate and soft—flopped onto his cheek. He moved his head enough to press his lips there and kiss her.
“Hi,” she said, smiling, though her eyes were still closed.
“Good morning, sweetheart.”
“Is it time to get up?”
“You can stay in bed as long as you’d like.”
“With you?”
“Yes, only with me.”
Her eyes opened and he gazed into their sleep-hooded amazing blue depths. He could fall into those eyes and never want to return.
“Juan Carlos,” she said, “last night was...”
“I know.”
“I didn’t know it could be that good.”
He leaned in and kissed her tenderly. “I’m humbled to hear you say that.”
“Humbled? Not over-the-moon, cocky and feeling proud of yourself?”
He chuckled. “Maybe that, too.”
“I had...uh, you know. Three times. That’s never happened before.”
“Keep telling me things like that and we’ll never get out of this bed.”
She grinned and reached over to move a tendril of hair off his forehead, her delicate fingertips sliding down his cheek. He loved it when she touched him. “You know, that doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”
He caught her wrist and kissed her pulse point. “We can make that happen, sweetheart.”
“If only,” she said, sighing, her head falling back against the pillow. “But we need to finish what we started.”
She would be leaving soon. She didn’t have to say the words. He had only a few more days with her, before she would head back to the States. How quickly reality reared its ugly head. “We will finish it, one way or another.”
