Page 39 of Her Spanish Scandal

He kept kissing and rubbing, caressing her nipples until her hands clenched in his hair and she rocked her hips harder against his length. He lifted his hips, thrusting up against her and then biting carefully on one tender, aroused nipple. She cried his name and he covered her mouth with his. She sucked his tongue into her mouth, needing to make him feel the same out-of-control passion that was swamping her right now.

He rocked her until she quieted in his arms, then he held her close. She felt him between her legs through the fabric of his pants and realized that, once again, he was still dressed.

She glanced up at him and saw he was watching her. The fire in his eyes made her entire body tight with anticipation. He lifted her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. Laying her on the center of the bed, he unzipped his pants and pushed them down his legs. He opened the top drawer of the nightstand and grabbed a condom, putting it on one-handed before turning back to her.

“Hurry,” she said. The doubts that had plagued her all her life were gone. She knew that this man liked her body. This sexy, virile man wanted her, and no other woman could satisfy him the way she could.

“Not a chance. I’m going to savor you.”

“Betcha can’t,” she said, reaching out to caress him. He groaned and fell forward, catching his weight on his arms.

“You really want⁠—”

“I really want you, Gui. Deep inside me now.”

“How do you want me, bebe?”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted herself up to kiss him hard on the lips. Then whispered in his ear how she wanted him.

Hearing in explicit detail what she wanted from him seemed to inflame him, and he fell on her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him as he shifted his body. She felt him at the entrance to her body, and then he thrust home, all the way inside of her. So deep she felt like they’d always be connected this way.

She smiled up at him. “Don’t try to last, honey. Make me yours.”

He hugged her close and then took her mouth, thrusting his tongue between her lips in the same rhythm as he thrust into her body. She wrapped her thighs high around his waist. Her hands fluttered between them, and their eyes met.

He held her hips steady and thrust deeply, his pace increasing as their passion grew frenzied. Her eyes widened with each inch he gave her. She clutched at his hips, holding him to her.

He leaned down and 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. She didn’t want to come again without him.

He suckled her nipple and shifted his hips to catch her pleasure point with each thrust. She clutched her hands in his hair and threw her head back as another climax ripped through her.

“Gui,” she said. “Come with me, honey.”

“Not yet. I want you crazy with pleasure.”

“I am.”

He varied his thrusts, finding a rhythm that made her shiver again. She knew she was going to come again and this time she wanted him with her. She loved when they were together like this. It was the only time that she felt truly like they were both honest with each other.

He leaned back on his haunches and tipped her hips up to give him deeper access to her body. Then she scraped her nails down his back, clutching his buttocks and drawing him in. She felt him thrust harder and faster and knew his orgasm was near. She looked up at his face and felt everything in the world narrow to this one man. She knew then that she loved him.

He called her name as he came, and she felt her own body answer with another orgasm. She wrapped her arms around him and held him close.

She wanted to drift off to sleep in his arms before she did something truly silly and blurted out how much she loved him.

Chapter Ten

Gui wasn’t in the best mood as he drove through rush hour traffic in Madrid. He was supposed to meet Kara thirty minutes ago for a meeting with the caterer for their wedding. And though he couldn’t care less what food was served at the reception, it was the one thing that Kara had asked him to give his opinion on and he’d wanted to make it on time.

But the day wasn’t going to plan. And he’d had to deal with three different calls from Juan. The man was determined to seek him out. The last thing he wanted to do was have a meeting with a man who wanted to discuss Elvira, and it was clear that was all that Juan wanted. Thank goodness he was going with Alonzo and Bella on one of their frequent goodwill trips today.

Gui’s mobile phone rang and he glanced at the caller ID. It was an official number from the palace. “De Cuaron.”

“Count de Cuaron, this is Señor Montoyes. There has been an accident.”

He hit the brakes and pulled over to the shoulder. “Is my brother okay?”

“We’re not sure yet, Count.”