Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 125037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
I had no idea a man like you could exist, Diego. I’m so past falling. I’m already there. I love you so much I ache with it.
Diego pulled back just far enough to look into her eyes. Something powerful and reassuring moved behind the dark velvet color. He made her heart skip a beat just looking at him.
“I’m going to love you forever, sweetheart. Forever. Days will pass, weeks, months and years. The world is going to keep turning, and life might get hard. I’ll love you through that. Always. When we grow old and sit on our porch the way Nonny does, loving our grandkids, you’re going to feel my love more than ever. I can promise you that.”
The lump in her throat and the burn behind her eyes threatened to derail her, but she needed him to hear her. “I’m not always the best at expressing emotion, Diego, but I know you’re the man for me. I want you for the father of my children. I want them to be like you. I want to wake up every morning to your face and go to bed every night feeling exactly the way I do right at this moment.”
“How do you feel, sweetheart?” His lips brushed her forehead. Both eyes. Traveled down the side of her left cheek to the corner of her mouth. “What are you feeling?”
“How much you love me.” She whispered the truth to him. “Beautiful. Feminine.” He made her feel sexy, but she was going to skip telling him that. It was the way he looked at her, so focused. He could have been a feral predator fixed on his prey with the intensity with which he regarded her.
His face was carved with deep lines of lust, but raw love shone through so clearly in his dark velvet eyes. She needed him to want her exactly the way she was. She needed the look on his face and the possessive hunger in his eyes.
He lowered his head to hers and once more took her mouth. Lightning seemed to arc between them, igniting a firestorm of absolute need. Her stomach clenched, and deep inside her core she went hot and liquid.
This time, when he lifted his head, it was to take little nips over her chin, along her neck and throat. Each time his teeth gave a tiny sting, his tongue followed, easing that ache and sending heat spiraling down her spine. Then his mouth was on her left breast, his tongue stroking and teasing her nipple. Only then did she realize he had somehow managed to strip off her shirt, leaving her completely naked. She didn’t have time to be embarrassed or think too much about her lack of clothing in front of him. It was impossible to think clearly when his very clever mouth was wreaking havoc with all her senses.
Then he shifted. It was a subtle movement. Very gentle. Not in the least raising alarms. She was so focused on the sensations he was inducing with the heat of his mouth, his stroking tongue and his nipping teeth, that she failed to notice at first that they had changed positions. She was lying on her back, Diego blanketing her, yet the weight of his body was mostly off her.
She wanted to feel him. All of him. Every inch of his naked body. She took the opportunity to run her palms down his back, shaping his subtly defined muscles. She loved the feel of him. She felt as if she were melting into him. Merging with him. And maybe she was. He was kissing her again, and she was lost to her surroundings, her head spinning. Little colorful lights burst behind her eyes.
Then he was kissing his way down to her chin, her throat, her breasts. There seemed to be a direct line between her nipples and her core. Seeing his focused expression, his need, those lines of sensuality carved deep into his face, brought her to even more of a fever pitch. She knew great sex started in the mind, and Diego filled her mind with love, with erotic images, with his own stark hunger for her. Those things were definitely as much of a turn-on as what he was doing to her body.
“Diego.” She whispered his name. Her talisman. The only time she’d experienced sex, it hadn’t been good. She trusted Diego, she did, but there was a small part of her ready to panic, to fight the moment he got rough. The moment he showed he was out of control.
He gave her gentleness. So very gentle, almost worshiping, as his tongue and hands moved over her body, sending flames flickering through her.
Diego. This time, she flooded his mind with adoration. With her hunger. Her need. Mostly with overwhelming love. She hadn’t known she was capable of loving a man so deeply.