A second finger slid along her sensitive flesh, circling, spreading her own liquid. He stepped closer between her legs, bringing his mouth so that it lingered just above hers. “Are you wet for me?”

“Yes,” she whispered in the midst of a gasp as his finger slid inside her. He kissed her then, swallowing her sound, feeding her need.

His tongue pressed along hers as his finger found the upper wall inside her core, mimicking the same motion. She felt like she was falling into a haze of pure desire. No longer were her actions thought out. She simply responded.

“Do you like this?” he asked her.

Her mouth barely formed a word as he slid yet another finger inside her. “Yes.”

Her head fell against the mirror as he leaned back and pressed her thighs open a bit further, looking at her as he touched her. Eyes shut, she felt the climb of heat in her body, tingling and wanting.

And it just kept getting better.

He dropped to his knees and focused his tongue on her nub, shocking her with the warmth of his mouth. “Oh God,” she moaned, looking down at him, aroused by the sight of him between her legs, tasting her so intimately.

The journey toward ultimate satisfaction was almost complete as he licked, suckled and delved his tongue into the sensitive core of her body.

All she could do was lie back and experience what was to come next. And as he lifted her legs over his shoulders, dipping his tongue yet deeper into her body, his motions more frenzied, she arched her back, feeling the need to be closer.

His fingers slid inside her again, caressing just as his tongue flickered. It was just the right combination. It made the impossible happen…

The first ripple of orgasm shook her body. The second made her tremble. On and on, the feel of pleasure seemed to inch its way through every nerve ending in her body, until she felt completely sated from pleasure.

Her stranger was only just beginning, and she was already putty in his hands. He hadn’t even found his way inside her.

Boneless from satisfaction, she sank against the mirror and sighed. An instant later, she found herself in her sexy stranger’s arms being carried toward the bedroom.

As he laid her on the bed, he spread her legs and slid between them. Instinctively her arms went around his neck. Weight on his elbows, he stared down at her, eyes brimming with heat.

“You are beautiful when you come,” he told her in a low, deep voice.

Any other time, words such as his would make her blush. Tonight, with him, they didn’t. Still she chose not to respond directly. Despite having just had an amazing orgasm, she felt the distinct sensation of arousal already building again.

Feeling his hard body pressing against her own turned her on. “I still want you.” In some far corner of her mind she wondered how she could feel so much desire, and yet, complete comfort within that passion, with a stranger.

His mouth, full and sensual, lowered toward hers. It drew her away from her thoughts, pulling her into the anticipation of what was to come.

“I want you very much,” he said in a voice so thick with his need that it sounded almost hoarse.

His lips brushed hers, gently, but with such electricity, she felt it in every inch of her body. When finally his tongue parted her lips, brushing past her teeth, she eagerly met it with her own.

Within seconds they were kissing passionately, pressing their bodies together as if they couldn’t get close enough. Her breasts pressed in the hard perfection of his chest, even as her hands caressed the muscles of his bare back.

She melted into his kiss and knew that if this was a dream, she didn’t ever want to wake up.

Four

He didn’t remember ever wanting a woman the way he wanted this one. Even as he kissed her, pressing his tongue against hers, savoring her flavor, he knew he shouldn’t be here with her.

He was dangerous.

She was like an innocent angel, too pure for him, and too tempting for him to walk away from. He kissed her neck, nipped at her ear and touched her nipples.

Her soft sighs only provoked his urgency.

He wanted out of his pants and anything else that served as a barrier between them. Pushing away from her, he met resistance as she clung. “Where are you going?”

“Nowhere.” He leaned back down and pressed his lips to hers. It was a quick kiss, but not lacking in passion. “I’m going to get rid of these pants.”

She pressed her lips to his for a brief moment, and then a bit breathlessly said, “Good.”

He couldn’t help the smile that played on his lips. There was no doubt this woman was allowing him to see a side of her others didn’t. He had watched her struggle to maintain control, sensed her internal battle. Had she not held so tightly to her inhibitions, he would have made her come sooner.

Quickly unsnapping his pants, he shoved them over his hips along with his underwear. Stepping out of them, he kicked them aside. Ready to remove all obstacles, he stood at the end of the bed, fully aroused, and stared down at her.

Her skin was as ivory and pure as new fallen snow. It made him want, no need, to touch and kiss her all over. This woman got under his skin, made him hungry for more. It didn’t seem to matter how much he’d already had of her.

“What about birth control?” he asked, addressing the final obstacle that kept him from taking her in his arms and sinking deep into her body.

She lifted her weight up on her elbows, giving him a delicious view of her breasts, nipples aroused. “I don’t have a condom.”

“A condom,” he repeated flatly, feeling impatient. Damn, he wanted to feel her skin to skin, no barriers, but a condom was necessary and he knew it. “I do.”

He moved, reaching impatiently for his pants and yanking his wallet from the back pocket. Moments later, he rolled the condom over his throbbing cock.

Her eyes dropped to his erection, her tongue wetting her lips and making him want to moan with the images it evoked. Her gaze lifted back to his. “What are you waiting for?”

He laughed, but it was laced with passion, thick and rich in tone. “You,” he said. “Come here.”

A combination of surprise and nervousness registered on her face. “As in where?”

Not wanting her to feel uncomfortable, he dropped to his knees on the bed. His hands settled on her legs, and gently, careful not to hurt her, he pulled her closer.

He spread her knees, moving between them. The action put his cock directly between her thighs. As much as his body begged for him to find her wetness, he resisted. Instead, he ran his hands up her inner thighs.

His thumb touched the slick folds of her core, lightly spreading the moisture. She made a soft sound of pleasure. It inched its way through his body, spurring his need for ultimate satisfaction. He wanted desperately to bury himself deep inside her body.

Still he resisted. He would only have her one night, and he wanted to make every second count.

He moved so that his hands rested on either side of her shoulders, holding his body just above hers. Their hips touched in a tantalizing tease. He kept his arousal carefully tucked between her thighs, but not quite at the point of total satisfaction.

Her hands moved under his arms, over his shoulders, as her body arched upward, her breasts pressing into his chest. She was like a cat curling up to her master, practically purring with the pleasure of body-to-body contact.

His mouth closed over hers, hungry to swallow her moans, and just as eager to taste her desire. Never before had he kissed someone and felt the potency he did at this moment. His body sank down on top of hers even as she arched into him yet again.

Their need for one another was like a living creature with its own agenda. It controlled them both, blocking out everything else. There was no question they were both lost in one another.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he said, biting her shoulder and then licking. His urgency made him rougher than normal; yet, she seemed to get more aroused, crying out with pleasure at his actions. He nipped at her shoulders over and over. Then he soothed each spot with his tongue.

One of his hands explored her nipple, pinching and tugging, before rolling it with his finger. He cupped and kneaded her breasts, one at a time and together. All the while his mouth explored her shoulders, her neck and her mouth.

She touched him, feverishly stroking, fingers exploring and bringing him pleasure. She begged for fulfillment. “I can’t wait anymore.” It was a strangled whisper against his lips.

His mouth claimed hers yet again, his tongue stroking hers, seducing her with its long, soft caresses. Adjusting his hips, his hand slid between their bodies. He wrapped his fingers around his erection and allowed the tip to slide across her wetness.

“Ohhh,” they both moaned at once.

He moved his cock back and forth, slowly, feeling the sensations it created in every nerve ending of his body. It took absolute willpower to keep from sinking inside her body…but every second he waited would make the completion hotter, more intense.

“Now,” she cried out, urgency in her voice.

“Soon,” he said, barely keeping a grip on his restraint.

Without warning, he moved, maneuvering her to her side. “What are you doing?” she asked, surprised.

He didn’t say a word. She’d see soon enough.

Rolling onto his back, he pulled her with him. Her hands pressed on his chest, as he urged her to straddle him. Realization and a touch of nervousness flickered in her eyes.

Briefly, he wondered at the insecurities he glimpsed within her. Gently he urged, “Come, mi Hermosa. I want to see your passion.”