“That was beyond my imagining,” she whispered.
“That was beyond anything on heaven or earth,” he confessed through labored breaths.
Diana laughed softly. “I enjoy getting what I want.”
Ian propped up on his elbow and rasped, “Are you curious what I want,tesora?”
In San Sebastian, he’d also called her his treasure. She understood now why lovers gave each other pet names; when he said it, it made her skin heat and her body ache for him.
“Well, I thought you might have wanted the same thing I did,” she hazarded. “You looked like you enjoyed it.”
“Enjoy is an inadequate word.” He crept over her to press soft kisses against her chin and teased his tongue along her throat and her chest. “Besides being accommodating, I’m also a greedy devil.”
His breath coasted over her belly as his mouth traced her hip. “I want to know what you taste like too.”
The brush of his lips at the cleft between her legs made her entire body quiver with desire.
“Will you let me?” he breathed.
“God, yes,” she whimpered.
Gently, he pressed her legs apart to make room for him to nuzzle her. His warm breath and the featherlight kisses on her thighs were a sweet torment.
Forcefully, she grabbed a hold of his silky hair and pulled him between her legs.
He devoured her. The heat of his lips and the seductive stroking of his tongue as he took his fill of her was pure ecstasy.
Pressure built inside her. But as the glorious peak approached, he retreated with softer kisses and teasing caresses.
“Ian, please,” she begged, clutching his hair.
“You’re making me hard again, love.”
“Please,” she repeated, on something like a sob.
“Does that mean you like this?”
“Yes!” she wailed. “It’s— I’m—”
“You want to come.”
“Make me,” she pleaded.
He finally slid his finger inside her, and stars burst across her vision.
When she returned to earth, she reached for the warm weight of his arms.
He nestled her against his chest as he murmured soft words in a smattering of languages.
Showing her all the tenderness that he swore he couldn’t offer her.
Chapter Nineteen
Inthedarkhourbefore dawn, Ian finally found the willpower to rise from bed.
Diana slept sprawled across the mattress. She’d spent much of the night sprawled across him in similar fashion, which was one of the many reasons he’d remained awake.
He’d suspected they would be good together in bed, but nothing he’d imagined came close to the reality of being with her. One night would never be enough. Now that he had physical memories to match his fantasies, knowing what was possible—and not having it—would eat him alive.
