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“Where is this boy now?”
“The man is now a graduate student at another school. We broke up when we couldn’t make each other happy.”
“And you have no man now?”
“A little late to ask me, don’t you think? But the answer is no.”
“And based on this one childhood infatuation with a boy who couldn’t perform, you think something is wrong with you? You never considered the fact that something could’ve been wrong with him.”
“He’d had other girls before me. He wasn’t a virgin like I was. He said he’d satisfied them all.”
She folded her hands across her breasts while she waited for his shout of laughter to die down. He didn’t laugh often. But people rarely caught him off guard. She couldn’t be serious. She was made for sex. The sway of her hips was as hypnotizing as a magician’s wand. Her eyes called like a siren of the sea. Her voice purred like a cat in heat, demanding her mate. She huffed again. Protesting her foolishness. “He wasn’t lying. He wasn’t that type of guy. And anyway, it’s normal for a lot of women. So I’m not embarrassed. A lot of women have trouble orgasming if it’s not by their own hand.”
His brows flew up. “Now you have said something interesting. Something true. Tell me more about this. This pleasure you find on your own.”
“I never said…”
“Uh, uh.” He arched his brow. “You said you weren’t embarrassed, and I won’t like it if you lie.”
“I don’t have to lie. It just isn’t any of your business. If you want us to have a marital relationship and get to know each other, there are a lot of other places to start.”
“But none of them are as important as this one. I think we will start here. When we get the sex right, everything else will fall into place.”
“I’ll be so enthralled by your sexual prowess that nothing else will matter? No Sanyet. I’m not that girl.”
“And yet…” He came around the couch. Walking her backward as she retreated. “When I am near, your whole body quivers, like a string that has just released its bow. Your eyes widen and dilate like you’ve taken your first hit of a new drug. Your breath quickens.” He trapped her against the wall of the suite, halting her retreat.
“You can observe all you want. You’re good at it. But that doesn’t mean you know how I feel. You do not know if I want you or not.”
“You’re right. So let’s find out.”
He dipped his head, bringing his lips within a hair’s breadth of hers. But no further. Letting his words tease warm feather wisps over her mouth. “The first law of attraction is observation. For example, now, your breath is coming hard and fast. I feel each inhalation as it slightly raises my shirt up and down. Breathing that hard usually forces the mouth open. But the fact that yours are closed tells me you’re probably biting down on it.”
He swiped his lips back and forth across hers, loosening them enough to drip open and release her soft pants. “The second rule is anticipation.” She pressed her lips shut again when he pulled back to look at her. “This is why edging is so powerful. Do you know what edging is?”
She shook her head. Refusing to open her mouth and answer. “Edging is taking your lover to the brink of orgasm and pulling back. Each time they reach the top of their peak, you stop right before they drop over the edge. And then doing it over and over again. Until they are mad with desire. Insane.” His eyes dipped to the bow of her lips. “It’s never good to hold back. The only reason to use restraint is to increase pleasure.”
She swallowed hard and looked over her shoulder. He touched the curls at the top of her head. They were soft as a baby lamb’s. Some of the tender curls grazed the nape of her neck, escaping her band and he followed the tendrils around her neck. Tracing the curls to where they lay against her collarbone. Her shoulders tensed as if she expected a blow. “Even now you deny yourself?” He let each syllable wrap around her lips and plea for entry.
“Don’t hold back, dove. Take what you want. Kiss me.”
Chapter 5
The first time Jessa saw Sanyet, she’d thought, diablo. She rarely used her father’s Spanish. Abuela had immigrated from Mexico and punished papi whenever he didn’t speak in English. As a result, she’d learned Spanish in school. Learning to speak and enjoy not just the language but the culture. After Spanish she’d mastered other two other languages. But there was no word in English or any other that she knew that worked. Devil didn’t do it.
Diablo. Sanyet was more than the devil. He was temptation walking. He was Satan, offering Eve the apple. And just like that ancient mother, she was powerless to resist. Damn him, she never wanted a bite more. But if she bit, what would it mean? How would she explain herself when her uncles arrived? How would she explain herself to herself? But what if he were right? What if it hadn’t been her? What if…
Fuck it. She reached up and grabbed his hair. The dark mink slid through her hands like soft velvet. Maybe, maybe he could open the door to the desire that had been locked for so long. She nodded her head up. Just that slight tilt grazed her lips against his. She nibbled along the edges of his lips. God, he was nectar. The sweetest apple ever. She was sipping the juice of his lips when he opened his mouth. And like Alice tumbling through the open door, his kiss took her beyond everything she’d ever known. She was falling, falling, falling. Time meant nothing. Sensations whirled around her as she spun with the magic of his tongue. Each lap sliced down to the core of everything she thought she’d known about herself. Fire raged through her body, burning her experiences into ash. Oh God, he was right. This was no boy’s kiss. This was no forbidden fruit. It bubbled into a wine that was more powerful than any opiate, and just as addictive. More. More, her body demanded. One hit turning her into an addict.
She worked her body closer. Mashing her breasts into his chest and rubbing them back and forth, desperate for relief. Her nipples were on fire and they burned through her shirt, seeking his coolness. His hands curved around her butt. Had she complained about those rough hands? She must have been mad. Those hands were made for this. They served no other purpose. He gripped her cheeks like he had no choice. Lifting her slightly to pull her into the bowl of his groin and grinding her against the steel pipe lining his pants. Holy shit, he was big. There was no way she could take a man like him. What was she thinking? He’d only had to wave the fruit in her face and she’d ripped it from the tree. What was wrong with her?
She turned her head to the side. Pulling away from his apple-wine flavor. Letting his kiss trail across the sides of her cheeks to rest at the curve of her earlobe. He rested his forehead on the wall next to the side of her face. His shoulders expanded and contracted with his pants as he lowered her butt. Sliding her down his trunk, like Jack descending from a fantasy world and returning to earth. He braced his hands and pushed away from the wall.
Outside the window of the suite, the sun cast a soft lavender glow as it moseyed down in a cover of clouds. She followed the gentle descent, pressing her lips together, and waited for him to break the silence. She couldn’t. She didn’t know what to say. Should she apologize? She pressed her lips tighter. She would not apologize. She had nothing to be sorry for. He’d asked for that kiss. True, he hadn’t asked her to hump him like a dog in heat. But he was the one who pulled her into that dry hump. Maybe he was waiting for her to strip and take him to the floor next. Prove herself a liar about not feeling anything. But was it a lie if she hadn’t known?
She cleared her throat. “Do I have a bedroom?”
“Yes.” His dark-soot eyes grabbed hers. “Mine.”
