Katie Reus - His Untamed Desire

By the time he reached her inner thighs, she was practically quivering with excitement and yes, a lot of nervousness. Hector had already bypassed everything she thought he planned on doing. She was pretty sure he didn’t want a quick fling, but she was also sure that it wouldn’t last forever. Even though she figured she’d probably get her heart ripped out when things ended, there was no way she would stop things between them. No way in hell. She wanted everything he had to give.

“Open your towel,” he said softly, just a touch of a growl in his voice.

Her hands stilled at the top of it as a very short-lived war waged inside her. She wasn’t a coward. She wanted this. Wanted Hector like she’d never wanted anyone. With slightly trembling hands, she pulled the towel free from where it was cinched above her breasts and exposed herself to him.

He swallowed hard, the lust blazing in his eyes going a long way to easing her panic. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he murmured, almost to himself.

His words took away the rest of her lingering nervousness. “So where’s my kiss?” She had no idea where she found the courage to ask, but his gaze snapped up to hers and she couldn’t stop the grin that spread across her face.

His answering smile was positively wicked. Slowly, he slid his strong hands along her inner thighs until he reached the very top of them. He pressed on her legs so that she had no choice but to fully open herself to him.

Before she had a chance to be self-conscious, he leaned down and kissed her clit. Crying out in surprise, she jerked against his face, unable to stop herself. Feeling his lips on her sensitive bundle of nerves was better than anything she could have fantasized about.

His tongue lazily stroked around her pulsing bud and the moans he made as he teased her lit her on fire. Slowly, he ran his tongue down her wet slit, then back up, centering on her clit again. She threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him to her when he abruptly stopped.

Panting, she stared at him. His green eyes glinted wickedly. “That’s one kiss. Should I stop?”

She shook her head.

“Say it,” he ordered.

More heat flooded between her legs. She could definitely get used to this dominating side of Hector. “Kiss me.”

His lips quirked up. “That’ll do for now,” he murmured before he bent his head to her again.

The moment his lips and tongue made contact with her sensitive flesh, she knew it wouldn’t take her long. Normally, it took a lot of coaxing for her to have an orgasm, but she was so hot and primed for him she was ready to topple over the edge.

He surprised her by sliding two fingers inside her. The movement was smooth and unhurried and a sharp climax surged through her the moment he entered her. He didn’t let up with his tongue though. He kept teasing and licking her as he slowly drew his fingers out of her. Her inner walls clenched wildly, needing to be filled by him. As if he knew what she craved, he pushed back in again, faster this time. He kept repeating it as her orgasm rolled through her. It seemed to go on forever as ribbons of pleasure punched out to all her nerve endings. After an eternity, she called out his name before collapsing in a boneless heap against the silky covers. She didn’t care if she sounded desperate for him. At that moment, she was.

With heavy lidded eyes, she looked down at Hector. He looked so very male and so satisfied in that moment. She wanted to pull him to her, but she was soaking up the bliss of her climax and couldn’t move.

Hector practically stalked up her body until his hands were on either side of her head, caging her in. She looped her legs around him, pulling his hard length flush against her. Even with his pants on, there was no denying he was very affected.

Leaning down, he covered her mouth with his. She could taste herself on him and couldn’t believe how erotic that was. Tunneling her fingers through his hair, she clutched on to him, savoring the way he was kissing her with complete dominance. She could feel how tense he was, as if he was trying to control himself. His untamed energy was radiating off him.

He cupped her breast with one hand and began slowly strumming her nipple with his thumb. But as she arched into him, he pulled back and basically jumped off the bed.

Feeling hurt and vulnerable, she yanked her towel closed.

Before she could say anything, he gave a sharp shake of his head and spoke. “I don’t want to rush this with you, Daphne. And I’m ready to take you right here. I can’t keep touching you, but not because I don’t want to. I do. Probably too much.” His words came out choppy and uneven.

Clutching her towel tightly against her chest, she fought the awkwardness that was threatening to overtake her. “That was some first kiss.” Her words immediately eased the tension in the room.

“I’m glad you think so.” Hector grinned and strode to one of her antique dressers. “What do you normally sleep in?”

She really wanted to ask if he wanted a release in return, but she was too shy to ask. The words were hovering on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn’t push them out. Instead, she answered his question. “Naked or in a T-shirt. They’re in the top drawer.”

He pulled out a black T-shirt with a scene from the movie The Crow on it. It had been his years ago, but she’d taken it because she’d loved his scent. He brought the shirt to her and sat on the edge of the bed, clearly keeping distance between them. “This looks familiar,” he said softly.

“I’m not giving it back,” she said as she tugged it over her head and threw the towel on the floor.

Once she was dressed, they stared at each other for a long moment and she could tell he wasn’t sure what to say either. She bit her bottom lip and he scooted a few inches closer.

He didn’t touch her as he spoke. “I’d like to stay with you tonight. I’ll keep my clothes on and—”

“Okay.” She didn’t even need to think about it. She wanted Hector’s arms around her even if it would be a little bit of torture to be wrapped up in his strength and spicy scent.

She pulled her covers back and they slid in together. She turned her back to him and let him spoon her from behind as if they’d done it a thousand times. She could feel his erection against her back, but he just held her. Having him hold her like this was better than her fantasies. She couldn’t believe that Hector was actually in bed with her. For the first time in so long she finally felt safe and able to sleep peacefully. No one would be getting past Hector.

Daphne opened her eyes to the scent of bacon and coffee. Rolling over in her bed, she saw Hector was gone but knew he had to be the source of the delicious smells. After brushing her teeth and washing her face, she found him downstairs sitting at her kitchen table reading a newspaper and sipping coffee.

He looked so domestic it made her giggle.

His eyebrows rose. “What’s funny?”

She shook her head and zeroed in on the full pot of coffee. Until she had coffee, she wasn’t talking. There were strips of bacon on a plate next to the pot and a carton of eggs he’d laid out. She snagged a piece of bacon and bit into it. Heaven. She quickly poured a cup then sat at the table across from him. She definitely wasn’t surprised he’d made himself at home. They’d known each other far too long for him to act otherwise. “How long have you been up?” Her voice was still scratchy from sleep.

“About an hour. Didn’t have the heart to wake you.” He raked a heated gaze over her face that told her he’d struggled with it, though.

She knew that being woken by him would be a sensual experience. Somehow she shoved that thought aside. “Thanks for breakfast and coffee. How’d you sleep?”