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He couldn’t help but smile at the subtle challenge in her tone. “I’ve always known,” he said softly. Surprise flashed in her eyes—didn’t she know how much he still cared for her? He wanted nothing more than to surrender to the need arcing between them, but he had to make sure they both understood the rules first.
“But you have to know that I can’t give you what you want.”
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dow crossed her face. This is it, he thought. She’s done. Disappointment flared in his chest, but he knew he’d done the right thing. Sex with Ainsley had always been mind-blowing, but at least this way he’d still be able to live with himself tomorrow.
To his surprise, she didn’t move. She offered him a sad smile, then reached for his hands and put them back onto her breasts. Her skin was chilly against his palms, her nipples hard points he couldn’t ignore. “This is what I want. Just you. One night only.”
Santiago exhaled hard, the breath gusting out of him along with the rest of his reservations. Truth be told, this was still probably a bad idea. But he’d had worse.
Letting go of his doubts, Santiago dropped his head and took what she was offering.
Chapter 11
Ainsley let her head fall back and surrendered to the feel of Santiago’s hands on her breasts and his mouth on her neck. This impulsivity was out of character for her, and it felt equal parts scary and thrilling to ignore the little voice in her head that always preached reserve and self-control. Even now, that little voice squawked in alarm, frantically insisting this was a mistake. And it probably was. But Ainsley was so desperate for Santiago’s familiar comfort that she couldn’t bring herself to care.
When she’d opened her eyes and seen his face above her, something had clicked deep inside her chest. She couldn’t find the right words to describe how he made her feel, but she recognized the sensation: it was like coming home after the end of a long day. It wasn’t fair that five years after he’d walked out of her life she still associated him with solace and security, but perhaps that was one of life’s jokes.
Despite their years apart, Santiago still knew just how to touch her to drive her wild. His hands moved over her now, squeezing here, caressing there, his fingers skillfully building her arousal with a few well-placed strokes. And his mouth! The heat of it left a blazing trail of sensation across her skin that soon had her writhing in an unconscious expression of need and desire.
Needing to touch him, wanting to know if he still felt the same under her hands, Ainsley fumbled at the buttons of his shirt. Santiago captured her mouth with his own and tried to help her. Their fingers and tongues tangled together as they worked, and eventually, the two halves of his shirt opened to reveal the skin of his chest. Ainsley sighed as her fingertips made contact with the soft hair that dusted his pecs, and her thumbs brushed over his nipples. They hardened beneath her touch and she smiled against his mouth.
Santiago shifted, shrugging off his shirt before touching her again. He slid his hands from her hips to her bottom, cupping her curves with an air of possession that thrilled her. Without warning, he tightened his grip and pulled her up and forward, pressing her against his chest and settling her bare core on top of the bulge in his pants.
Heat suffused her body, the skin-on-skin contact nearly overwhelming her system. Ainsley threaded her fingers through Santiago’s hair, loving the feel of it but also needing an anchor to keep her upright. His erection throbbed under her, her sensitive tissues feeling every one of his heartbeats.
Ainsley’s need built, the pressure inside her searching for an outlet. Unable to keep still any longer, she rocked her hips, dragging her core along the hard ridge tucked behind the fly of his pants. More, she needed more.
A small whimper sounded from somewhere in the room. With a shock, Ainsley realized the sound had come from her. “Please,” she whispered, the word ragged even to her own ears.
“You don’t have to beg.” Santiago’s voice was gravelly, his breath hitched. “You never have to beg me.”
He slid his hand between them, working the button of his pants. With every movement, his fingers brushed against her sensitive nub. Ainsley bit her lip and clenched his shoulders, trying to stave off her orgasm. She didn’t want to find release until they were joined together, their bodies moving as one.
Santiago’s movements were jerky and uncoordinated, his usual dexterity impaired by arousal. Finally, she heard the rasp of his zipper and then she felt his flesh against hers, smooth and hot and hard.
She reached down to position him, but he put his hand over hers, stalling her movements. Ainsley looked up and found worry in his green gaze.
“I don’t have a condom,” he said. “I should have thought of it before, but well... I got distracted.”
Ainsley shook her head. “I don’t care.” Pregnancy wasn’t a concern for her—doctors had made it clear she could never have a baby, and after the beginning stages of their relationship, they hadn’t used protection. She hadn’t gotten pregnant then, had never even experienced a scare. It simply wasn’t going to happen.
“I know we never used condoms before. I just didn’t want you to think I assumed... I mean, it’s been a while, and...” he trailed off, clearly at a loss.
“My last round of tests came back normal,” she said. “But if you’d feel better—”
“No, it’s okay,” he said quickly. “My last screen was normal, too.”
She smiled at him, touched by his consideration. Under any other circumstances, she would have initiated the protection discussion long before things had escalated to this point. But given their history and what she knew of his character, she trusted Santiago. His display of concern at this charged moment was yet more proof that her trust in him wasn’t misplaced.
“That’s good to know,” she said. She leaned forward and ran the tip of her tongue up the side of his neck, pressing a kiss at the corner of his jaw. Then she moved to nibble on his ear lobe and was rewarded by his sharp inhale.
Ainsley lightly raked her nails down his chest to his stomach, then wrapped her hand around his erection once more. She rose up onto her knees, but just as she was about to sink down, Santiago gripped her hips.
Before she could ask what was wrong, the world spun and she found herself flat on her back, staring up at the ceiling. “Santia—” His name died in her throat as he moved down her body. She felt his large hands on the inside of her thighs, pushing her legs apart. Then his mouth was on her, his tongue exploring her most sensitive parts with a skill that sent her eyes rolling back in her head.
The tension built in her body with every stroke, a spring coiling tighter and tighter inside her. Ainsley moaned, thrashing about as the sensations buffeted her from all sides. But Santiago never wavered in his attentions. His hands held her in place as he ravished her with single-minded focus.
