Latin Heat (3 page)

“So beautiful.”   His whispered words sent chills up and down her back. She couldn’t recall a time Asshole had called her beautiful. Her Latin lover tangled his hands in her hair and continued to plunder her mouth. His hips rocked forward into her core. She liked the friction, but needed more.

Simone shifted to increase the contact. Roberto, however, stepped back. Her unfocused gaze met his eyes. Breathy and pleading she begged, “Roberto, don’t stop.”

“My vixen, you deserve so much better. This table isn’t what I had in mind for our first time.”

She couldn’t believe it. Her body craved relief and he wouldn’t provide it.
What the hell?
While some part of her appreciated his not wanting a quick fuck, another part of her needed the contact, skin on skin, and preferred it rough and fast. The time for slow and sweet could come later—on a bed, if they made it that far. “Please . . .” She hated begging, but her body was so keyed up it wasn’t beneath her.

In an effort to sway him, she reached out and grasped his rock-hard erection.
Good God the man is huge!
She stroked as best she could through his pants. At the head she twisted and tugged. Simone enjoyed the sound of his moan as his eyes drifted closed.

“So bad, my lovely Simone. So bad.”

A moment later he stilled her hand. “This is what you want, yes?”

She wasn’t sure what he meant, but if he referred to her having an orgasm, the answer was, hell yeah! Simone licked her lips. “Yes, Roberto, I want to come. I want to make you come.”

He didn’t answer her, but his lips once again claimed hers as his fingers tore at her panties. She had trouble concentrating on the kiss when his thumb found her clit. Simone spread her legs wider, giving him better access. The man didn’t disappoint. His fingers speared into her, causing her body to shudder.

Simone focused on the waves of pleasure building inside of her. She tore her mouth away, needing air. His lips found her ear. Roberto groaned, “So wet for me.” His talented fingers continued their pleasurable torture. Simone was so close, her mouth latched onto his shoulder to muffle her moans. His thumb pressed against her clit and Roberto ordered, “Come for me, Simone.” Her body obeyed without thought. She felt her juices release and coat his fingers. The orgasm drained her, completely relaxing her body; it happened with his fingers, not the impressive cock she felt. Next time, she silently promised herself, she would feel him filling and stretching her.

Simone fell forward into his arms. She nuzzled into the base of his neck, completely at his mercy. Her body felt like jelly; she expected to be puddled on the floor after experiencing Robert’s magic touch.

After several moments, Roberto withdrew his fingers. Simone pulled back to watch with lidded eyes as he licked her juices off his fingers. That act nearly triggered a second orgasm.

“Kiss me, Simone. Taste yourself . . . so delicious.”

They kissed, this time lazily and without any urgency. Simone then realized that Roberto hadn’t come.

“You didn’t finish . . .” She reached for the drawstring on his pants.

“Not necessary, my vixen. This was all for you. My time will come later, and I have no doubt of how much I will enjoy it.” He wrapped her up in his embrace and held her.

****

Over the course of the next week and a half, Roberto made it a point to spend time with Simone whenever his work allowed. They shared walks on the beach, and occasionally he caught up with Simone at the pool.  Sadly, there had been no more erotic encounters. It took all of Roberto’s self-control, but he promised himself to treat Simone like a lady despite the sexual need coursing through his body. At first, he’d been puzzled by her shyness. After that day at the spa, she seemed skittish like a wild animal afraid of civilization. He realized she probably second-guessed what had happened between them, but little did she know that Roberto vowed to help her crack the protective shell encasing her heart.

After a couple of shared meals and a lot of lengthy kisses, she slowly warmed to him. This pleased him, but it wasn’t until after several glasses of wine at dinner the previous evening, she finally confessed about ‘Asshole’, as she called him. It certainly put things in perspective and explained why his vixen fought the attraction between them. With any luck, though, Roberto would be able to show her how caring and loving a man could be.

Throughout the day, he’d put the finishing touches on the special Fourth of July celebration he planned for Simone. Tomorrow night would be her last night on the island, and he wanted to make sure it would be unforgettable.
Yeah
, he muttered to himself,
more like you don’t want her to forget you
. He had never fallen for a woman so quickly or so hard, but Simone had quickly become his
querida
. He smiled as he thought about calling her the Spanish term for ‘dear one.’ It fit her perfectly; much better than vixen, now that he knew her better. His woman had class, an understated elegance that by far outshined her fiery temper.

A knock at his office door interrupted his thoughts. “Sí,” he called.

Simone poked her head inside. “Have a minute?”

What a nice surprise!
Roberto stood, a broad smile gracing his features, and motioned for her to enter. “Simone, how lovely to see you.” He took her in his arms and pressed a kiss to her temple.

“That’s your kiss?” she teased.

Before she could say anything else, he dove in, taking her lips in a passionate, almost rough kiss. His days were numbered with her. He wanted to leave his mark on her soul before she returned to her home in Washington D.C. Roberto wanted to be remembered.

Panting as the kiss ended, Simone whispered, “That’s more like it.”

“Anything for you,
querida
.”  He smiled when he felt her melt into his body. She’d enjoyed the kiss more than he’d hoped.
You are such a lucky man, Roberto
.
How I wish this could last!

“
Querida
,” she repeated as though testing the word on her tongue. After a moment she nodded, apparently having reached a conclusion. “’Berto, that sounded so beautiful! The way it rolled off your sexy lips was drool-worthy.”

Roberto growled. Simone showed a glimpse of her inner playfulness. His
querida
had come so far in such a short time. He rewarded her with a nip to the corner of her mouth before nuzzling his face against her neck. 

Her breathless giggle encouraged him. If she wasn’t careful, he would take her on the sofa in his office. He had been such a gentleman after the day at the spa; his woman deserved a very special night where they could share their bodies without fear of interruption.

“You have given me a nickname? I like it.” He knew arousal bled through his normally dark eyes, but he couldn’t help it. At the first touch of her lips, he hardened like an inexperienced teenager. But unlike the teenager, he had control and would not take her until the perfect moment. He would do nothing to jeopardize the progress he’d made with Simone to see men in a better light. Well, he amended, to see him in a better light.
She’d better not be teasing or flirting with any other men!

“'Roberto’ seemed so formal . . . I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all,
querida
.” He released his hold and spun her around to get the full view of her outfit. She wore an alluring sundress. The olive green print set off her hair and showed just enough skin to tease. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Simone looked at the floor before meeting his eyes. “Well, you know tomorrow night is my last night on the island. I hoped we might have dinner together. Maybe go for a moonlit walk on the beach?”

Roberto pulled her back into a warm, gentle embrace. He stroked his hand through her silky hair. “You worry too much, Simone. I have something special planned.”

Pulling back, she looked up, her brows scrunched. “You do?”

He couldn’t help himself. He kissed her again. This one was slow and thorough.
How am I ever going to get my fill of her before she leaves?
“Of course. I was actually going to call you later about the arrangements.”

“Oh, well.” She slowly trailed her hands over his pecs before moving lower. “In that case . . .”

Those hands were going to get them both in trouble. Simone didn’t realize the power her touch held over him. His control slipped by the minute. If he didn’t stop her, he would have her on his couch and spoil the elaborate seduction he’d planned.

Roberto grasped her wandering hands before they reached his waistband. “You, my naughty vixen, will allow me to finish my preparations. I will pick you up at your bungalow at six-thirty sharp tomorrow evening.” 

****

Simone was surprised when Enrique arrived at her bungalow at six-thirty. The bellhop’s mother must be feeling better.
Berto is either planning something really nice or running late
. She hoped for nice, but at the same time, it would make saying good-bye so much harder. She hadn’t planned on falling for anyone during her two weeks there —after all, she’d sworn off men. Well, she thought she had. Yet, the night before she left this paradise, she fought back tears at the thought of never seeing Roberto again.

Not wanting to spoil the evening, she pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind. She took in her surroundings as Enrique drove them to a part of the resort she’d never seen. “Where are we going?” she asked, unable to help her curiosity.

“It is a surprise, señora. You will see shortly.” Enrique’s patient tone indicated she wouldn’t get any more information from him.

She didn’t bother with any further conversation as Enrique concentrated on navigating the twisting road. After several moments they started going uphill.
Interesting
. The lush foliage thinned at the top to reveal a sprawling cottage. She took in the architecture. The one story wood home blended perfectly with the surroundings. It looked like Mother Nature herself had placed it there. When she got out of the golf cart, she turned back toward the water.
What a spectacular view!
The sun lazily approached the horizon, and pinks and purples spread across the pale blue sky. Given the remote location and different architecture, Simone guessed this had to be Roberto’s home.
What would it be like to live here?

She heard Roberto address Enrique in Spanish. Then, the sound of the golf cart faded as she took in the waves below.

Simone wouldn’t have heard Roberto’s approach if not for the gravel surface. Warm arms surrounded her, pulling her against a solid wall of muscle. “You look amazing tonight,
querida
.” His breath tickled her ear before his mouth kissed his way down her neck.

Simone gripped his arms and sank back into his hold. She let her head fall to the side, giving him greater access to her neck. “That feels so good, Berto.”

He paused in his ministrations. “I’m glad you like it. Don’t worry, there is more to come.”

More to come. I can definitely live with that.
Roberto had driven her crazy with limiting their contact to kisses. Her body demanded full naked contact, the sweatier the better.
Dear Lord, what is wrong with me?!

“Everything okay?”

“I’m sorry, just a bit distracted.”

He took her hand and pulled her toward the cottage. “Let me show you my home.”

She followed, but found she couldn’t stop gaping at the place. Roberto’s home radiated masculinity and warmth. He explained that his mother had added her feminine touch. He had allowed her to choose the fabrics, but he picked all the furniture and the artwork. The furnishings weren’t ostentatious but were well-made; the artwork looked to be all original pieces, likely very pricey. Simone had no doubt the man didn’t hurt for money.

His bedroom reminded her of a magazine spread, something out of the pages of
Architectural Digest
. The windows to the right side of his bed offered a view of the western sky. While that was impressive, the four-poster king-size bed grabbed her attention. The bed dominated the spacious room. She skimmed her hand over the navy sheets as Roberto explained about the home’s design. They had to be some ritzy Egyptian cotton blend!
What would it feel like to have them clenched in my fists as Berto tortures my body with his tongue?

Roberto must have noticed her lingering gaze. His deeper, lust-laced voice asked, “You like what you see,
querida
?”

Her cheeks warmed, and she quickly withdrew her hand. She knew he meant the bed, but the question applied to the man as well. Simone nodded, not trusting her voice.

He pulled her into a hug. “All in due time. First, dinner.” Roberto led her out a side door, past a hot tub, and into a brick courtyard.

“Berto, this is gorgeous.” Candles and little white lights lit the area. Even the potted plants were decorated with lights. A small bistro table was set for dinner with white linens; a single red rose laid across what she guessed was her plate. Soft, smooth jazz music filled the space. She swooned at the thought of sharing an intimate, romantic dinner with the handsome Latin man.

Roberto picked up the rose and presented it to her. “For you,
mi querida
. I hope you enjoy the evening I have planned for us.”

She felt a smile spread across her face that radiated warmth and light like the sun. The man was too freaking perfect! “Thank you. I have no doubt I will.” Her body applauded his words. She wouldn’t let her brain second guess things tonight.