The Girl's Got Secrets (Forbidden Men #7)(99)

I had to get her naked again.

A rattling from above us caused her to whirl around and look up at Mozart, who was trying to free a stuck peanut that had become wedged in the wires of his cage.

“Oh...yeah.” I flushed, wondering what she’d think of me having a pet squirrel, hoping it didn’t freak her out. “That’s Mozart.”

Instead of shying away in horror, though, she grinned affectionately and reached up.

“No, wait!” I leapt forward to stop her so she didn’t get scratched to hell, but she merely reached for the peanut, causing Mozart to race away and then stop and watch as she shimmied the nut free. Then he twitched his tail, tempted when she eased the peanut through the wires, offering it to him.

I knew exactly how he felt.

He inched forward and stopped. I held my breath, curious if the squirrel would actually take the nut straight from her fingers. I wanted to warn her to be careful, but from the cautious way she moved, she already knew.

When Mozart snagged the peanut and took off, I gasped, “Holy shit. He really took it from you. Straight from your hand.”

Elisa spun to me, beaming and proud. Her smile stole my breath and before I could stop myself, I was cupping her face and kissing her.

“I love that smile,” I admitted. “I want to steal it all for myself so you’ll never be able to smile at anyone else the way you’re smiling at me right now.”

Her gaze softened and eyes glittered as if filling with emotion. Then she touched my cheeks gently and pressed a soft kiss to my mouth.

Afterward, she pulled away and tugged at my long-sleeved shirt. Realizing she wanted to peel it off me, I lifted my arms and let her remove it. As soon as I was bare, she sucked in a breath, her gaze darting crazily around my chest before she reached with tentative fingers and began to touch me, touch me as if this were her one and only chance and she wanted to absorb every moment of the experience.

I caught a piece of her hair and watched her face, the awe and the thrill controlling her expression. She looked up at me again, grinning that grin I was going to steal. So I kissed her and picked her up, then carried her to my bed.

Laying her gently on the mattress, I took a second to stand over her and simply enjoy the view of her on my sheets. But she sat up, kicked off her heels and scooted to the edge so she could reach for the zipper of my jeans. This time, she was more successful, and I stepped out of them when she pushed them down my hips until I was in nothing but my boxers.

She reached for my cock, tenting out the front of my shorts, but I caught her wrist.

“Not yet.”

Instead, I coaxed her to lift her arms so I could slip her dress up and over her head. Then I helped her out of her bra and grinned as she flung aside the scrap of material at her waist that had once been her panties.

Panties I’d destroyed.

Then I nudged her to lie back as I climbed over her. Her brown eyes swirled with yearning as she watched me settle on top of her. When she grinned, I had to grin back.

“Hi,” I whispered, to which she whispered back, “Hola.”

Noticing the necklace she wore when gold glinted from the base of her throat, I paused, taking in the familiar pendant. “Guadalupe,” I murmured, remembering the name of the saint in the image.

She smiled as if proud of me for getting it right. And that smile...damn. I leaned in and kissed her, deep and wet, open-mouthed with tongues swirling. She moaned and arched up under me.

Hard nipples gouged into my chest and compelled me to investigate them. I tore my mouth from hers so I could shimmy down and lap up the beaded tip of one breast with my tongue. Crying out, she grasped the sheets under her, and I drew more of her into my mouth, sucking. All the while, my fingers sought her curves, learning every dip and swell.

When I moved to the second breast, she began to pet my hair and down my back, mapping out just as much of me as I was of her.

“Te amo,” she whispered, strumming her fingers down my ribcage.

Remembering how Remy had told me that meant good job, I lifted my face and grinned. “Thank you. But you haven’t seen anything yet.”

She blinked as if confused. But I was quick to show her what else I had in store for her perfect body. I kissed my way down, over her navel and to the apex of her thighs. Catching her breath, she clutched my hair, preparing for me to start.

I grinned up at her. Her chest heaved as she breathed hard and her dewy brown eyes looked glossy and unfocused. She was so turned on I knew I had this.

“That’s it, baby,” I encouraged, patting her grip in my hair. “Hold on tight, because this is going to be one intense ride.”





I lit up the second his tongue touched me. Flicking it in a quick, gentle tease, he stirred me up in less time than it took me to cry out some dazed Spanish phrases. I belatedly blurted them out anyway, probably ripping some of his gorgeous dark hair out by the roots as overwhelming wet heat consumed me. He finally stopped playing and stroked boldly between my * lips to find my quivering clit.

“Hijo de puta,” I gasped. “?Chinga! ?Mierda! ?Oh, Dios mío!”

He slid two fingers into me, and I cried out his name as my womb contracted almost painfully. The spasms were so severe they took my breath. I could only arch under him, shocked, electrocuted, dazed as wave after wave flooded me, sizzling every nerve ending in my body until I collapsed onto the mattress, panting and drained.