he hadn’t told her about?
But now wasn’t the time to ask.
Instead, she watched as the rest of his clothes came off and he stood there naked. Even with the additional scar on one of his thighs, the total package was so stunning she decided that any talk about where the scars had come from could wait until much, much later. Right now, she was more focused on the fact that Diego was completely naked, while she was still fully clothed. That was definitely a first for her.
The sight of his muscular legs made her stomach flutter like there were butterflies in it. She’d always been a leg woman, truly appreciating a well-muscled pair that looked like they could run all day. Diego had that part covered. But they also looked powerful enough to kick a car over at the end of that run.
As for the thick erection between those legs? All she could say was that perfection was a clichéd and overused word, but even that was clearly unsuitable in this case.
Beyond perfection?
More perfect?
More perfecter?
Nope, none of those came close, either.
Moving closer to the bed, Diego reached out to slowly pull off one sandal, then the other. He tossed them casually aside, then slipped his fingers under the straps of her dress. She had half a second to reach behind her and unzip it before he dragged it off. He was so strong, he probably could have gotten her dress off whether she’d gotten to the zipper in time or not. For some crazy reason, that was a really hot thought.
She was busy wiggling out of her bra when she felt hands at her waist. Two big, strong, warm hands. Then her panties were coming down, the slight tearing sound they made as he hastily worked them over her hips impossible to miss.
Then Diego was staring down at her naked body with a hunger and intensity that would have been scary if it wasn’t so arousing. As his gaze wandered over her skin with little flickers of yellow gold in his eyes, she realized no one had ever made her feel so desired simply by looking at her.
“You’re beautiful,” he breathed.
The compliment made her blush and she smiled. “You’re pretty beautiful yourself.”
Bree started to move, planning to roll over and scramble up with every intention of throwing her arms around Diego and kissing him until they were both dizzy. But when he cupped her butt in his big hands and slid her toward him until she was right on the edge of the mattress, she realized he had his own plans.
Spreading her legs, he ran his fingers along her calf and down her thigh to trace them along her folds. Her breath caught as he swiped lightly across her clit, and all she could think at the moment was that he possessed the most wonderful fingers ever.
“Do you like that?” he asked huskily, his eyes piercing, words coming out in a sexy rumble that Bree was sure she could feel in her chest. Before she could answer, he moved closer, leaning over her, his strong, naked body pushing her legs back until her knees were pressed tightly to her breasts. He was so big compared to her. “When I touch you like this,” he added, his face above hers, eyes glinting with that flash of color, his warm breath caressing the sensitive skin of her lips. “When I tease you.”
He dipped a finger deep inside her as he said that last part, finding that most sensitive place there like he had a road map and drawing a gasp out of her that answered all of his questions. But from the patient expression he wore, he seemed to be waiting for her to answer his question the old-fashioned way—even as he continued to caress her G-spot at the same time the pad of his thumb made little circles on top of her clit.
Expecting her to form intelligent words when he was touching her like that was patently unfair. Bree could barely think, much less talk. But worried Diego might stop what he was doing if she didn’t speak, she somehow found her voice.
“I love when you touch me like that,” she practically shouted, realizing now how wonderful it was that his house was out in the middle of nowhere. “Please don’t stop.”
He lowered his head until his mouth was mere inches above hers, a wicked smile on his face. “Oh, you don’t ever have to worry about me stopping. I’ve just