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He stilled immediately. “Did I hurt you?”
“No,” she groaned. “Move…need you tomove .”
The laughter this time was almost diabolical. He moved, though—stroking in and out with deliberate but agonizingly leisurely movements.
“Feels so good,” she panted.
He threw his head back, the tanned column of his neck showing muscles straining. “Yes, it does.”
He said something else…she was sure it was in Catalan because it didn’t sound either quite French or Spanish. And why that increased her already heart-stopping excitement levels she didn’t know, but it did. Oh, goodness, yes it did.
She tilted her pelvis toward his downward movements, trying to increase the friction, needing something more, but not sure what. Miguel didn’t react outwardly to her movements, but kept up the long, slow thrusts as if he was intent on her feeling every single centimeter of each purposeful slide.
It was too much, though…or maybe not enough. She’d been so close to the pinnacle of pleasure before that she hovered tensely on its edge now, the incredible intimacy of the act driving higher the tension calling for release inside her.
“Please, Miguel…please…move…I need…”
“Me.You need me,querida .” He drove inside her with a thrust that made her feel as if he was going to reach her heart from the inside. “Do not forget it.”
“Won’t. I need you.”
He said something else…but this time it sounded like the Chinese cursing he’d been doing the other day. And then he increased his pace until they were making love to a primal drumbeat created by the slap of flesh against flesh.
She’d never known anything so wonderful…or exotic, or powerful…or flat out overwhelming. “Yes! Oh, yes!”
She moved with him with instinctual rhythm that seemed to drive him wild because his hands gripped her hips and he slammed into her with pounding force. A storm of sensation whipped through her, driving her irrevocably toward the peak of a Category 5 Hurricane. But when the cataclysm came this time, she was not alone. She screamed, her entire body arching and convulsing in incomparable joy and he was going rigid in her arms, his hips grinding into hers and her name a primal shout above her.
The pleasure was so intense, tears streamed from her eyes and her lungs lurched on a sob.
His head was still tilted back and he looked like an ancient warrior calling to the heavens in victory.
His body shuddered and jerked and then he bucked his hips once, twice, three more times…each movement drawing aftershocks of pleasure from both of them until she thought she might die from the surfeit.
“It’s too much,” she gasped.
He didn’t answer, just lowered his head with a growl and swooped down to claim her mouth. It was not a gentle, aftermath salute, but erotically possessive and almost brutal in its intensity. With a stunned thrill, she realized it was exactly what she needed and she responded with a residual passion that shocked her as much as she enjoyed it.
Their bodies moved together, more aftershocks of pleasure pulsing between them until eventually, the kiss calmed and the movements slowed. He finished it with a tender salute to both corners of her mouth and her closed eyes, while their bodies molded together in a oneness that had to be as spiritual as it was physical.
“Amber.”
She forced her eyelids to lift. “Mmm?”
“Gracias. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Though she didn’t know what he was thanking her for. It seemed to her that the pleasure had been satisfyingly mutual.
“You gave me a gift of unequal measure.” He kissed her again, this time oh so gently.
Pleasure filled her. “I didn’t think men saw innocence that way anymore.”
He smiled ruefully and shook his head. “I am talking about the gift of yourself and your passion. To choose me as your first lover is another honor and one I will always treasure.”
And she knew, right then, that she loved him. Completely. Totally. And forever.
He left the bed and it was only as he walked toward the bathroom that she realized he’d thought to use protection. She almost choked on her own irresponsibility. She hadn’t even thought about it, not once. But pregnancy was not something she wanted to deal with at this stage in her life.
Honestly, she’d never even considered having children at all. Now that she’d met him, there was a sweetness to the idea she never would have expected. She knew her mom would love to be a grandmother one day, but she’d never pressured Amber to get married and provide babies. Now was definitely not the time, with her career on the brink of great things, but maybe one day it would be.
