The Ring The Spaniard Gave Her - Lynne Graham Page 0,24
couldn’t afford to pay anyone else for the work she did. In the same way she hadn’t experimented with any young men because, working at the pub, she couldn’t risk acquiring a free and easy reputation, which would only encourage the often married men who tried to chat her up.
‘Why would you be?’ Ruy reasoned in what appeared to be genuine surprise as he stared down at her with smouldering dark golden eyes. ‘I’m solving problems for you.’
‘But I don’t need you to solve my problems.’
‘There’s no shame in accepting help when it’s available.’ Ruy kissed a rousing trail across one delicate shoulder, lingering on her collarbone, making her shiver convulsively, heat curling at the secret heart of her. ‘I’ll be disappointed if you decide not to model for me or accompany me to Spain but if those are the choices you make, I will respect them,’ he swore.
With those words, that assurance that she was still free to do as she wished, he broke the last chain of constraint holding her back. Bribery and blackmail only worked with the addition of pressure and he was removing the threat of that pressure. ‘You promise?’ she pressed tightly.
‘I promise, querida,’ Ruy husked, lean fingers spreading across her curvy derriere to angle her into collision with his erection. ‘I can take no for an answer when to do otherwise would make a woman feel intimidated.’
Her heart raced as she felt his readiness. ‘Take off your clothes,’ she urged helplessly, impatient and greedy now that he had soothed her fears.
Ruy vaulted off the bed and stripped at speed. Boots, sweater, jeans hit the floor in a messy heap, leaving him standing there before her for a split second, almost naked, and breathtaking in a way she had never known a man could be. He was very tall, very lean and all muscle from his sculpted torso and flat, corrugated stomach to his powerful arms and legs. Her attention lingered on the thrusting evidence of his arousal, clearly delineated by the boxers he sported, and her face burned, curiosity and anxiety melding as he strode into the bathroom and reappeared to toss a handful of condoms down beside the bed.
A handful? Surely he wasn’t planning on them doing the deed more than once?
He released the catch on her bra, cupped a firm full mound and suckled a straining nipple and an arrow of damp heat raced through her and settled into a dulled throb between her thighs. Her spine arched as she surged up to him, alight as a crackling fire craving oxygen. His mouth crashed down on hers again and the heat inside her surged even higher. Her hands danced over every part of him she could reach, toying with his hair, caressing his wide smooth shoulders, skating down the long line of his flexing back, fingers curling as he addressed his attention to her other breast and tugged on the sensitive tip until she moaned low in her throat.
An impatience more powerful than anything she had ever felt assailed her. Hunger clawed at her, a wanting, a need she had never before experienced. He took her mouth again, urgently tasting her, and every delve of his tongue made her temperature rocket.
He lifted his dark head, struggling to catch his breath. ‘Slow down,’ he urged. ‘We’re not in a hurry.’
Her eyes closed tight against the compelling contours of his beautiful face, defiance racing through her trembling frame because she didn’t like to be controlled and just then, as the giver of pleasure, he was controlling her. He might not be in a hurry, but she was. She ran a hand down over his flat stomach and stroked him, surprised by how smooth and yet hard, like steel wrapped in velvet, he was, delighted when he shuddered against her and groaned out loud, as responsive to her as she was to him and she liked that, really liked that feeling of power. She pressed him back against the pillows.
A glint lighting his dark golden gaze, Ruy used his hands to roll her over instead. ‘This that two-vote equality thing you mentioned earlier?’ he teased huskily, stretching a hand down to whisk off her panties before reaching for protection.
‘Maybe...’ Arms wrapping round him, Suzy pulled him down to her again, nibbling at his lower lip before passionately kissing him, unable to sate her longing for his mouth on hers again.
Ruy traced a finger over her swollen wet centre and a whimper of sound was torn