Risky (Torn Between Two Lovers #2)(65)

“God, Anna.” He groaned helplessly as she unfastened his shorts and yanked them down along with his underwear. Stepping out of them, he yanked off his shirt as well. “You’re overdressed.”

Her own shorts and T-shirt were next, quickly followed by her bra and panties. Standing naked before him, she didn’t feel the least bit self-conscious. He had a way of gazing at her as if she were the most beautiful woman in the world. Like she was all he’d ever wanted.

She crawled into the bed and he followed, taking her in his arms. He kissed her deeply, one thumb grazing a nipple and teasing it to a peak. She let her tongue play with his, exploring. But the kiss was brief, as he had other things in mind.

“Would you get on your hands and knees for me, darling? I want to see you like that, open and ready for me.”

His request sent a thrill through her, and she complied, spreading her knees, making sure her butt was poking upward enough to tempt him. Though she needn’t have worried on that score. He moved behind her, and she heard a drawer open, the sounds of him opening a condom. Then his fingers were rubbing her slit in a slow, sensual glide.

“So pretty,” he whispered in appreciation.

She didn’t answer. Couldn’t, really, with the way he was playing her body. Arousing her unmercifully. There was nothing but his touch, his fingers creating a buzz of pleasure along her nerve endings as he stroked and teased. Then there was more movement as he repositioned himself—and his tongue went to work on her folds and clit.

“Yes, please,” she begged.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”

Her entire being shut out everything except his mouth and tongue. The ecstasy built as he sucked and laved, driving her insane. When she was too close to coming, his mouth was suddenly gone.

“I’m going to f*ck you, nice and slow at first. Then hard and fast. I want you to come so hard, you squeeze every ounce of cum from my cock.”

“Now. I want you.”

Needing no further encouragement, he lined up the head of his cock with her entrance and pushed inside. Thanks to his attentions, he slid in with ease. True to his word, he pushed in gradually, almost making her scream from the sheer decadence of it. There was something primal and naughty about this position, being f*cked from behind, impaled on his huge shaft. She never wanted it to end.

He pumped in slowly, then out. Repeated the action over and over, until she was mindless. His strokes increased gradually, and soon he was f*cking her hard and deep, his fingers digging into her hips.

“Yes! Fuck me!” she cried.

“So sweet and tight,” he growled. “Shit. Not gonna last.”

Their flesh slapped in noisy rhythm as the heat began to unfurl between her legs. Her orgasm exploded and she cried out again, riding the waves as he joined her. She felt his heat and wished there were no barriers between them, but the thought was fleeting. He was surrounding her, filling her, and it was so very right.

Spent, he kissed her between the shoulder blades and then pulled out carefully. “You blow me away, you’re so responsive.”

“You make that easy. We certainly don’t have to worry about being compatible in the bedroom.”

He laughed and gathered her in his arms.

Anna snuggled in and sighed gently. She knew that outside the bedroom was a different story. Their lives were worlds apart. But she didn’t want to think about that now, not with the scent of their sex on her skin and them winging their way to his home.

She’d worry in a few hours, when she received what would undoubtedly be the biggest culture shock of her life.

***

Culture shock didn’t begin to describe the expression on Anna’s face when the limousine carried them through the security gates and onto the grounds of his estate.

Joaquin studied her reaction carefully, and then looked out at his property, trying to see it through her eyes. Most of the time he took his wealth for granted and never really noted the acres of rolling lawn, the thick trees. The sculpted gardens surrounding the driveway and the massive Tudor-style mansion at the end of it.

“This is incredible,” she breathed, craning her neck to look out the window.

“It’s home. Truthfully, I don’t think about it much.”

“Amazing.” She shook her head. “Guess it’s just what you grew up with, right? Wow, if I lived here, I’d never leave.”

Those words caused a strange twist in his heart. “You say that now, but even the grandest of houses can become a prison of sorts.”


That caught her attention, and she looked at him. “I can understand that, especially for a man in your position. But to me, this is all new.”

“Well, I hope you enjoy it here. It will be wonderful to have someone around who can appreciate it with me.”

“I know I will—the home and the company.”

Her smile made his heart leap. When had he so looked forward to being home? Never, and he had Anna to thank.

When the car turned in to the circular drive and parked in front of the house, he could practically feel her vibrating in excitement. Her enthusiasm was infectious as his driver opened the door and gave her a hand out of the limo.

“Oh, it’s so gorgeous here! Looking out the window didn’t do it justice. Can I get a tour?”

“Of course. Why don’t we get your bags situated, let you freshen up. Then I’ll be glad to show you around and even introduce you to Rio. He’s supposed to be here somewhere.”