are you thinking?”
“I’m wondering about you. If you are intending this to also be about a catharsis or a diversion or a balm to my raw feelings.”
He inhaled another deep breath of her.
She fisted her hand in his hair and tugged back his head.
Jesus, just a look at her face could twist him up inside. The long sweep of her bangs framing its triangle shape, drawing his attention to those lushly lashed eyes, so big that he could dive inside their blue and lose himself.
“Joaquin,” she said, in the tone that was a mix of censure and sugar, the one that drove him mad. “You’re wrong on all counts.”
On tiptoe, she rose to press her lips to his. “It’s simple. What it’s most about is now.”
Oh. Oh, yeah. The battle within quieted as he turned from the past and threw away concerns about the future. At this moment Sara was warm and willing and within his arms, and his lust was ready to take over the show. Now. Now.
Sliding his hands to her ass, he tucked her hips closer to his. Anticipation built inside him like the pressure in a steam engine, and he took over the kiss, feasting. It was about this damn moment and nothing else but the two of them in it, reveling in the fact they were living, breathing sexual creatures.
He hoisted her up, forcing her legs around his hips and her hemline to rise. She made a surprised noise, and he broke the kiss as he strode for the bed.
“Fair warning, doll,” he said, his eyes boring into hers. “Now means no holds barred. Now doesn’t mean a soft seduction or a gentle bounce on the sheets.”
He let go, dropping her on the mattress to stand over her, his legs braced, his arms crossed over his chest. She stared at him, her skirt still rucked up to expose a tiny glimpse of her blue lace panties at the vee of her thighs. Her face was flushed, her hair tousled, and Joaquin didn’t think she was breathing.
He continued to lay it out for her. “Now means you might get it just a little bit rough—maybe even a little bit raunchy.”
Though she squirmed against the spread, she definitely wasn’t breathing now.
His lips spread in a feral grin. “You’re gonna get more than a little dirty. Is my butler all right with that?”
Instead of answering, she lifted up, fisted his shirt in her small hand, and yanked him down. Joaquin fell over her, one forearm going to the bed beside her head so Sara didn’t take his full weight. Then he was kissing her again, eating at her mouth, his tongue aggressive, his blood on fire.
Her hands gripped his waist then snaked beneath his shirt. He shuddered at the soft, sleek feel of her skin on his.
“God!” He jerked his head away, turning it to suck in harsh breaths.
“I need more,” he muttered, and whipped the loose fabric over his head. It sailed into a corner of the room, and then he looked down at her, his chest heaving.
Her mouth was parted, her lips swollen and red.
“Beautiful,” he murmured.
She lifted a shaking hand, running her fingertips from his collarbone to his belly, the strokes like a brand searing him to the bone. He caught her hand and placed it palm down on the bed. The other he treated the same, then he reached for the tiny buttons marching down the black-and-white dress. With each slice of skin his actions revealed his dick went that much harder, until his fingers seemed to have lost all blood and could only fumble. Frustrated, as he neared the bottom of the dress he just yanked the two sides apart, the fasteners pinging as they hit targets he couldn’t see.
Because Sara’s body consumed his vision.
Her bare skin glowed like a pearl in the low light. Modest bikini panties in a dark blue lace were matched by a pretty bra that cupped her sweet breasts. He groaned, unable to decide where to start first.
It might take forever…days, weeks, months of time…to explore all that velvet skin, to taste all her textures, to learn every way to feed her desire. As he watched, a shiver rolled over her body, and goosebumps broke across her belly.
“Joaquin.”
At her voice, he shook his head, coming out of his sex-stupor to glance at her face. Her tongue extended to moisten her lower lip, and he felt new tension string his muscles. He didn’t have forever. There wasn’t a future.
Only