Then, it hit. He called out her name at the same time she screamed his. He kept pounding into her, and her hips frantically rocked against him. They moved together, in sync, as wave after wave of pleasure engulfed them both.
It seemed like forever before he lifted his head to look down at her with eyes that were as dazed as her own. At that moment there was no need for words. The expression on his face, and the one she was certain he saw on hers, said it all.
He reached out and gently stroked her chin before lowering his mouth to hers. Then he kissed her in a way that let her know this was just the beginning.
Cortez slowly opened his eyes, squinting at the bright sunlight shining through the bedroom window. It was another day, one he was definitely looking forward to. And if he had another night like last night, he didn’t know how he would survive.
Smiling, his gaze immediately went to the spot beside him. Empty. He frowned, then sat up and glanced around, refusing to think that last night had ended the same way it had four years ago. He listened carefully, but didn’t hear a sound. “What the f—?”
“Is something wrong, Cortez?”
He shut his mouth and looked down by the side of the bed. Victoria was there, on the floor, on her hands and knees. “What are you doing down there?”
She smiled up at him. “Looking for all of my clothes. I’ve found most of them, but my bra is missing. I figured it may have somehow landed under the bed.”
He reached down and pulled her up. “You won’t need a bra today,” he said, tucking her back in beside him.
“I won’t?”
“No. I want to be able to taste your breasts whenever I want. Didn’t I tell you how tasty they were?”
She chuckled. “Yes, you did. You showed me, as well, and did a pretty good job of it, I must say.”
He remembered the other compliments she’d given him over the course of the night while gripped in the throes of passion. All good. She had demanded it harder, deeper, faster, and he’d given it to her, just the way she’d asked for it. Coincidently, it had been just the way he’d wanted it, as well.
She’d had multiple orgasms, and so had he. Never had he been so in tune with a woman. She claimed he had inexhaustible energy, and she was right…but it was all for her. Hell, he hadn’t wanted to make love to another woman since he’d seen her again at Alexia’s party.
They had made love all through the night. It was as if they hadn’t been able to keep their hands off each other. Hell, he couldn’t even keep his hands off her now, he thought, as he ran his fingers up and down her thigh while eyeing a bare nipple. It was such a pretty nipple, and a delicious one. And it was enlarging before his eyes.
“Cortez?”
“Umm?”
“Are you ready for breakfast?”
His gaze trailed down her chest to the juncture of her thighs and he licked his lips. “Now that you mention it…” he murmured, reaching out to let his hand travel the path his gaze had just taken. He liked touching her, and his fingers were moving across areas of her body that were becoming more and more familiar. When he reached the area between her legs, he eased a finger inside of her. She was drenched.
“I could make a meal out of you, Victoria.”
“I meant the leftover quiche,” she said in a choppy voice as his fingers continued to stroke her.
“Oh.” He inserted another finger deeper inside of her
“Cortez…” she moaned.
“Hmm…? You okay, baby? You sure you don’t want to feed me right here?”
“I meant the quiche,” she said in a strained voice, and he could actually hear her breath locking in her throat, making it difficult for her to get the words out. “It’s great with coffee.”
He smiled. “And I think this is great, too.”
Shifting his body, he moved his head to between her legs and replaced his hand with his mouth. He’d done this to her last night, several times, and the more he’d done it, the more he’d wanted to keep doing it. He loved her taste. The next time he was in bed alone, he wouldn’t have to fantasize about it. He would have memories.
“Cortez…”
He loved hearing her say his name, especially when his tongue was driving her mad with desire. She’d said she wanted all the passion he could give her, and he intended to deliver. He felt her shivers, and in a way, he could even taste them with the way her hips were moving against his mouth. She couldn’t remain still, and he didn’t want her to.
Last night, he’d taken his time, becoming reacquainted with all the intimate places on her body that he hadn’t gotten the chance to enjoy before. He was leaving his mark on her and doing so in a way that if she wanted a repeat performance once they were back home, he would be at her service. Distance was not an issue with him. Pleasing her was his top priority.
He worked his tongue even faster, and she screamed once, twice. He kept his mouth right there, locked to her, loving the essence of her. When he knew the last spasm had left her body, he reached out to the nightstand to grab another condom packet and quickly sheathed himself. Then he eased between her legs at the same time he captured her mouth. But before he could enter her, she reached down and took him into her hand, stroking him.
He broke off the kiss to pull in a sharp breath. “Victoria?”
“Umm?”
“I want to be inside you when I come.”
She held his gaze. “I want you inside me, too. But I love touching you like this.”
And he loved her touching him. Victoria was gently stroking him in a way that was making sweat break out on his forehead. And she seemed to know exactly what she was doing to him.
“Let go,” he said gently, feeling close to the edge. “I want to be inside of you, baby.”
“You sure?”
“Positive.”
“In that case…”
She released him, and nudging her legs apart, he entered her with a guttural moan. Her body automatically arched beneath him, drawing him deeper inside of her. Sensations seemed to explode within him, and he threw his head back, groaning when he felt her inner muscles grab hold of him. Tightening around him. Squeezing him. Gripping him. Milking him.
“Victoria!”
His nerve endings were suddenly electrified, and his body began thrusting hard inside of her. Jack-hammer style.
“Cortez!”
She screamed his name at the same time another orgasm ripped through him. Tremors racked his body, shaking him to the core. Her body quivered under his, and he knew she was experiencing the same incredible climax. He’d never felt passion this eruptive. This powerful. And he had a feeling it could only be like this with her.
Leaning in, he captured her mouth, needing to kiss her. He worked his tongue in her mouth, needing the contact. He didn’t want to be tempted to say the words…he wanted her to feel his love in his actions. It might still be too early to share his feelings, but one day soon, she would know. What they were sharing now was over-the-moon passion in its truest form. And they were sharing it together.
Still buried inside of her, he shifted their bodies to hold her tightly in his arms. He needed to be skin to skin with her for as long as he could be. She was everything he wanted in a woman. And he hoped that over the next few months when he began romancing her, she would realize that he was everything she wanted in a man. That he was a man she could trust, a man she could love.