hot, breathy kisses over her neck.
His erection jutted beneath the buckle. She enjoyed a naughty sense of satisfaction at this proof that he was every bit as turned on and wound up as she was.
At last, she pulled the leather loose and tackled the fly of his pants. As she pushed the khaki fabric down over his hard thighs, her fingers trembled with excitement.
Amado eased her dress down, and squeezed her backside. His eyes were closed, his lips slightly parted. He had a wide mouth with a bold, sensual cut. High cheekbones and a strong nose. The kind of looks that made women sigh and nudge each other.
Susannah was usually intimidated by extravagant good looks in a man. She didn’t want to deal with the oversize ego that came with them.
But with Amado, his proud features seemed a natural extension of everything she admired and liked about him: his passion and dedication, the confidence born of hardwon success.
Why shouldn’t you be arrogant, if you’d earned the right?
He unhooked the clasp on the front of her bra, and lifted the cups from her breasts. Tight with arousal, her nipples stung in the night air drifting through the open windows.
He eased the straps down over her arms, and placed her bra carefully on a chair, on top of her neatly folded dress.
With the same careful deliberation he lowered his head and licked her left nipple. The rough texture of his tongue on the supersensitive flesh made her gasp. At the same moment, he slid his fingers into her panties. She could feel herself slick against them.
Should she be embarrassed that her arousal was so obvious? She didn’t know what to think. Couldn’t think, as pleasure stole over her body.
Amado’s delight in her was palpable. She could sense his heart beating beneath his ribs, hear his deepening breaths as he sucked her nipples to peaks of pleasurable tension.
He eased her panties down over her thighs and placed them on the chair, then removed his underwear and stood facing her. They watched each other. Both naked, aroused, expectant.
His sturdy male body and the raw strength it implied appealed to her in a way she couldn’t begin to articulate or even understand.
But why should she? She didn’t need to analyze everything and understand it. She didn’t need to figure out how it all fit together.
“You see the world differently than other people.”
Amado’s low voice crept into her ear.
She blinked. “How?” Could he read her thoughts?
She felt naked. She was naked.
He stroked her chin. “You don’t see only the surface of things. You see inside them, too.”
“I’m not so sure. I don’t see inside you.”
His dark eyes fixed on hers.
“Yes, you do.”
She frowned. What did he think she was thinking? Should she ask? Her heart beat faster.
But she didn’t get a chance to ask because Amado’s bold mouth covered hers in a swift and forceful kiss.
At the same time, he swept her into his arms as if she weighed nothing and laid her on the duvet.
She sank into the thick, soft surface and Amado climbed over her. For a second, she wondered if he’d part her legs and enter her, and her belly tightened with a mix of fear and anticipation.
But he didn’t. He stretched himself out alongside her, skin to skin, his flat stomach against her hip, his long, hard thighs against hers, his muscled arm holding her close.
“Welcome home.” He nuzzled her ear and kissed her neck.
Susannah’s eyes widened as a powerful and deeply strange sensation flooded her.
Welcome home? What a weird thing to say. Still, no reason to get all worked up. It was probably his shtick for the tourists. It wasn’t like he actually meant it.
“Your brain is so busy,” he whispered. “Sometimes you just have to be.”
“To be what?” Her brain raced faster.
“You.”
“And who’s that?”
He kissed her ear, his warm breath sending shivers of heat dancing through her. “Just you.”
His gaze shone black in the scant silver moonlight creeping in around the draperies. “Your mouth.” He licked her lips, left them cool and humming.
“Your neck.” He bit it gently, a careful vampire.
“Your chest.” He brushed her breast with his cheek, then sucked each nipple in turn.
“Your stomach.” He blew hot air on her skin, making it shiver. Then he licked around her belly button and grazed her skin with his teeth. For a second, her womb seemed to yearn toward him and Susannah almost cried out from the odd and powerful sensation.
Maybe Suki was right to warn her about Argentine men. She’d never experienced anything like this before. Her previous sexual experience was a series of quick and embarrassed fumbles by comparison.
And they hadn’t even done anything yet.
“Stop thinking.”
Her insides contracted again, and ripples of pleasure washed through her.
What is this man doing to me?
He parted her legs and lowered his mouth between her thighs. He licked and sucked until her hips rose off the mattress and a high-pitched moan escaped her mouth.
Her eyes flew open and she glanced down to see his gaze gleaming in the moonlight.
“Just let go and be. With me.” His voice rasped, husky. His hair fell to his eyes, which fixed on her, dark slits of passion.
Already half insane with arousal, Susannah wriggled against him, enjoying the sensation of his hot, hungry mouth on her flesh. Fierce contractions rocked her, starting from his tongue—like the plug in an electric socket—and surging through her entire body in waves. They flung her against the bed where she cried out, again and again, as Amado moved his mouth over her, rocking her deeper into the crazy otherworld where there was no thought, only fierce and overwhelming pleasure.
Howling outside the windows penetrated her consciousness as her shuddering body collapsed back against the hot duvet.
“What’s that?” she gasped.
“The dogs.” Amado grinned. “They want to know what all the fuss is about.”
Her hand flew to her mouth. She could hear them yowling outside the window. “Did I make that much noise?”
“Yes.” He nuzzled her neck,
