Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 149209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Instead, he spun her out. She whirled away from him on instinct.
The rumba was the dance of love…but there was teasing involved. The woman hesitating, the man pursuing. Somehow she knew Alejandro loved to pursue.
The last thing she should do was make her surrender too easy for him.
She walked away, hips swaying, head held high. For a moment, she focused on Del. He leaned forward in his chair, his posture tense. His fingers clutched the chair in front of him. She smiled, writhed, and caressed her way between her breasts, down her belly, skirting her aching sex to caress the tops of her thighs. She heard Del’s indrawn breath when the music paused.
Feminine power, heady and amazing, crashed into her. This was why she loved dancing, knowing she could make men want, people feel, just by watching her body.
Then she glanced over her shoulder as Alejandro prowled closer, shedding his black shirt, leaving it forgotten on the floor, as he neared. Powerful bronze shoulders snagged her gaze. His hard-muscled chest narrowed into six-pack abs dusted with a treasure trail that disappeared into the waistband of his pants. The enticing view made her mouth water. But the look on his face…hungry, unrepentant, demanding, made her shudder with want.
Damn, she was staring—and loving it.
Alejandro stopped directly behind her, so close she could feel the heat of his body. Even though he didn’t touch her, he sucked her deeper into his sexual web just by being near and sharing the rhythm of the dance.
Suddenly…a tug, a brush of his fingers. The little halter top fell to the floor at her feet.
Leaving her naked from the waist up.
Instinctively, she reached up to cover her breasts with her hands. Alejandro slid his palms down her arms, skin to skin, until his hands covered hers. He rocked against her ass, his erection insistent at her lower back. He planted teasing kisses down her neck, across her shoulder.
Tension tightened in her belly. Resistance melted.
Then he forced her hands down, over her ribs, down her belly, right over her swollen, aching folds. His hips swiveled to the music, moving hers in time—grinding her clit into her fingertips.
“Jesus,” Del muttered from the audience.
His voice slammed through Shanna’s head. Sensation exploded. She gasped as a riot of feelings tore through her, leaving fire in its wake. Her knees melted. Her head fell back to Alejandro’s bare shoulder. Her eyes closed as she moaned.
One of his hands swept across her abdomen again, soft, slow…inching up, up... Until Alejandro claimed her bare breast, his palm burning her sensitive flesh.
Del watched their every move, his gaze riveted to Alejandro’s hand moving over her skin. Shanna knew Del saw her arousal, knew he wasn’t missing the fact she was spiked up on need and desire. Aching. And it only climbed higher, knowing that Del couldn’t peel his eyes away.
Her nipple poked Alejandro’s palm. She arched into his hand as his thumb teased the hard tip.
“Touch me,” she whispered.
“Every last inch of you.” Alejandro’s mouth strung a fresh line of shiver-inducing kisses up her neck.
Suddenly, he grabbed one of her hands, twirled her out, then reeled her back in, her chest crushed to his. Slowly, he eased her away in a rumba rhythm.
His hazel eyes flared as he drank in his first clear glimpse of her bare breasts.
“Such hard, pink nipples. I’m going to enjoy making them red.”
Her heart all but stopped before pounding again. “H-how? By pinching them?”
He reached between their bodies and slid blistering palms over her breasts. His thumbs cradled their aching tips as his fingers closed in and pressed, jolting her with a flash of pain, followed by a haze of pleasure.
“That is one way.”
“And b-by sucking them?”
His gaze was like an inferno burning her up as he dipped her back over his arm, arching her breasts toward his mouth, fusing their hips together. God, she could feel every inch of his thick erection pressing right against her sex. She ached in a way she never had before and never believed she could.
Then he lowered his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth.
Hot. Wet. Wild. Thrilling. Sensations screamed through her body as he suckled her, his mouth pulling, tugging, creating friction that zipped right from her breast to her clit until pleasure tightened, converged, pounded at her body.
Shanna clutched his shoulders, praying the sensation would never end.
After a long, lingering lick, Alejandro eased away from her breast and stood her upright again. “That is another possibility.”
“Do you… W-would you bite them?”
He didn’t even answer, just bent to capture her breast in his mouth again, the hot silk of his tongue over the sensitive bud giving way to the tug of teeth—and a bolt of pure fire straight down to her sex.
Oh god.
“Yes!” The word slipped out of her mouth. Surrender in one syllable. She knew it. So did he.