Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“I’m actually in no hurry to go back there.” Placing my hands on his chest, I ask, “Can we rather go back to the island so I can visit Grace and Kristian?”
“Of course.” The corner of his mouth lifts. “Anything for you.”
When he leans down, I lift my face to him, and the instant his mouth touches mine, my stomach erupts with wild flutters.
Since we had that moment outside, I keep finding myself daydreaming about Santiago. Sometimes I just replay the intimate moment we shared, and other times I imagine us taking things a step further.
Falling in love for the first time is exciting but also scary. The emotions can be extremely intense at times.
When Santiago ends the kiss, I let out a frustrated sound. I start peppering kisses on the side of his throat and down to his chest while unbuttoning his shirt.
“Hmm…I like where this is going,” he says, his voice low and deep.
Just as I’m done with the buttons, he wraps an arm around me and lifts me off my feet. I’m carried to the couch where he lays me down, leaning over me.
God, this man is otherworldly attractive.
I reach up and push the shirt off his shoulders. He drops it on the floor, then places his hand on the armrest by my head while bracing his body over mine. With a clear view of his chest and abs, my abdomen clenches so hard I think there’s a strong possibility my ovaries just exploded.
He leans down, his mouth nipping at my lips in a teasing way that has me reaching up and grabbing hold of his shoulders. Suddenly, he deepens the kiss, his tongue thrusting against mine while his other hand moves up my side until his palm covers my breast.
Feeling him touch me causes a rush of tingles to spread through my body, and I arch my back.
Santiago begins to massage me through the fabric, and I lose myself completely to how amazing it feels to be touched by him.
His hand moves down my body as he breaks the kiss. When I open my eyes, he watches me closely while he undoes the button of my pants before pulling down the zipper.
My heartbeat shoots through the roof and scampers off to God knows where while the breath stalls in my lungs.
“You good with me touching you?” he asks.
I nod quickly, the anticipation in my abdomen becoming a living force of its own.
“Verbal consent, mi pequeño sol.”
I keep nodding as I whisper, “Yes.”
His eyes remain locked on mine as he pushes his hands beneath the fabric, and when I feel his fingers brush over my most private part, my lips part and my hips lift. It feels as if I’ve waited my whole life for this moment, and I realize I need this more than my next breath.
I need Santiago to touch every inch of my body and make me his.
“Please,” I whimper.
“I’ve got you, mi amor,” he murmurs, his tone filled with love, then he cups me, and the expression on his face morphs into one of pure awe.
His middle finger moves feather-light over my slit, then he parts me. I grab hold of his tattooed arm right by my head, where he’s still bracing his hand on the armrest. My eyes are held prisoner by his, and my hips lift again when he circles my clit.
Slowly, his movements speed up, then his finger pushes into my opening, and my head tilts back, my eyes falling shut from the pleasure he’s making me feel.
“Eyes open and on me.” The order rumbles from his chest, and I do as I’m told.
Santiago begins to rub me harder and harder, and soon, my hips are gyrating, and breaths explode over my lips.
He keeps making the tension build and build in my abdomen, then just like the other night, the ecstasy strikes suddenly with incredible force.
My lips part, but no sound escapes as every muscle in my body locks into place. This time there are no moans and whimpers spilling from me, because I can’t even suck in a breath. As the pleasure vibrates through me, Santiago continues to rub me into oblivion. Somehow, he knows exactly how hard to touch me and when to ease up, and it has me convulsing beneath him.
It feels like minutes pass, and as the last of the pleasure ripples through me, he says, “Breathe, mi amor.”
I suck in a breath then tears spiral over my temples, and I turn my face into his arm.
He pulls his hand from my pants, and moving my body, he lies down and positions me partially on top of him. He wraps an arm tightly around me and presses kisses all over my hair and my forehead.
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, his other hand moving up and down my side and hip.