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‘You are joking?’ Danny answered, looking around the room.
They were somewhat secluded from the other guests, but might be interrupted at any time. The idea was both shocking and thrilling for Danny.
‘Am I?’ He was already moving her skirts aside. ‘Stop finding reasons not to, and concentrate on why you should.’ His mouth was still curving wickedly—and so confidently. ‘Look at me, Danny,’ he murmured. ‘Just keep looking at me, and let me do the rest...’
She gasped as his hand found her. It felt so warm and big and strong and sure as he cupped her. Tiago was so wicked, but she couldn’t stop herself edging forward just a little to help him. She was already lost, her senses in chaos, and her body was tuned to his smallest touch. She had been well trained by Tiago on the flight over, to respond to pleasure this way, and she instantly concentrated on that one place to the exclusion of everything else.
The noise of the party, the chatter and laughter of their guests, even the band playing loudly, couldn’t compete with the thundering of her heart or the rasp of her breathing as Tiago’s lightest touch brought wave after wave of pleasure washing over her.
‘Tell me to stop if you want to,’ he said in a matter-of-fact tone as she lost it completely.
She could only answer him with a soft groan when the fiercest waves had subsided—and then he began to move his hand with more intent. She sucked in a sharp breath as his fingers worked their magic. Tiago knew just what to do, what she liked, and how to administer pleasure in a leisurely fashion, so she could savour every moment and make it last.
His fingers were so sensitive to her needs, so skilful as they went about their work. At first he avoided the place where she needed him most, and teasing her this way made her mad for him. By moving a little further forward in her chair she managed to increase the pressure of his hand, and then he passed his forefinger lightly over her straining clitoris until she gasped—only to moan with disappointment when he pulled away.
‘Not for long, chica,’ he whispered, his breath warm against her face.
His hand quickly found the ribbons holding her bridal thong in place. It was a wisp of lace, nothing more, but he took his time unlooping the bow; unwrapping her slowly, like the revealing of a gift he was in no mood to rush.
‘Move to the very edge of the chair,’ he instructed, ‘and lean back.’
She was quick to do as he said, her excitement intensified by the risk involved as their guests milled all around them.
‘There’s so much noise no one will notice what you do, but try not to cry out too loudly,’ Tiago advised. ‘Now, open your legs a little wider for me.’
She opened them as wide as she could, wanting that plump, needy place to be the centre of his universe.
‘Oh, yes...’
Excited by the risk, and by the promise in Tiago’s lazy tone, she rested back and waited.
‘Relax... Enjoy...’ he murmured, as if she needed prompting. ‘Just leave everything to me.’
Oh, she would... She would...
‘Ah...’ The touch of his slightly roughened finger-pad was exquisite.
‘I’ll catch you when you fall,’ he promised. ‘Just keep looking into my eyes and I’ll tell you when.’
‘You’ll know?’ she somehow managed to gasp out.
‘I’ll know.’
‘Oh...’ She grabbed a breath and concentrated.
Tiago’s finger was circling repeatedly, maintaining just the right amount of friction... ‘Wide,’ he reminded her, pressing her legs apart. ‘And keep looking at me.’
She grabbed a shuddering breath. ‘I’m not sure how long I can hold on...’ Her eyes widened as she stared at him.
‘I know,’ he soothed.
Those eyes—that touch...
She whimpered as he began to rub faster, and with just the right pressure. ‘I can’t—’
‘Then don’t,’ he said in a different tone. ‘Let go now...’
Tiago drowned her cries of pleasure against his chest and held her firmly as she lost control.
‘And that’s just the start of our wedding night,’ he promised, smiling down at her as she sank into his arms.
* * *
He strolled back with Danny to the house, making painfully slow progress as everyone who hadn’t yet congratulated them seized their chance. He welcomed their good wishes, telling himself that if control was good for him it was even better for Danny.
The women on the ranch had asked him if they could prepare a scented bath for her, and he had agreed, hoping this would please and reassure her. He wouldn’t risk anything going wrong now—not with so many witnesses on the ranch. His representative had already left to take the marriage certificate to the lawyers. The ranch was his, thanks to Danny.
