Sun God (18 page)

She trembled with a new kind of fear. It wasn’t that she was afraid of being physically hurt by his huge, rigid erection. She was deathly afraid of the power his potent maleness would hold over her. Still, fear could not compete with raging desire. She wanted him. Had to have him.

Frenzied, Amy shoved the trousers to Luiz’s knees and said, “Step out of your pants.”

Luiz obligingly did so, kicking them aside with his foot.

And then they stood there facing each other, the tall white candle from across the room casting its flickering light and shadows over their naked bodies.

H
E DID NOT PULL
her hurriedly into his arms.

Breathless with desire, Amy stood naked and trembling before the tall, commanding El Capitán Luiz Quintano.

There was none of the easy closeness she had once shared with the considerate young Tonatiuh. Gone was the beautiful, sensitive boy with whom she had shared sweet moments of gentle lovemaking. In his place now stood a coldly handsome man whose strong sexual magnetism made her sense, fearfully, that sharing his bed would be a different experience from any she had ever known.

But Amy had no idea just how different.

An accomplished lover, capable of controlling his desire and his body, Luiz was in no mad rush to obtain fulfillment. At least not his own. If Amy remembered their youthful moments of fumbling, frenzied passion, so did he. He was determined to show this devious blond beauty that the lovesick youth who had been so much in awe of her he was incapable of holding back was gone. Gone the way of lost innocence and unrequited love, and blind, unquestioning trust.

He would show her this very night that he could arouse her, possess her, and bring her to deep, satisfying release, again and again, while calmly maintaining his present state of rigid sexual readiness.

So Luiz did not pull Amy hurriedly into his arms. He stood unmoving, his bare, bronzed feet apart, allowing his hot black eyes to slide caressingly over her beautiful, unclothed body. And allowing her to get a good, slow look at him.

At just the right moment he put out his hand to her, palm up. Anxiously swallowing, Amy laid her shaking hand atop his and caught her breath when his strong fingers closed firmly around the fragile bones.

His black eyes holding hers, Luiz very slowly drew her to him. When their naked bodies were very close, but not quite touching, he dropped her hand and allowed his own to fall to his side. And again they stood perfectly still, a scant two inches apart. So close their heated flesh responded involuntarily to the intoxicating nearness.

Luiz’s straining masculinity stirred outward and pressed Amy’s quivering belly, evoking a soft sound of wonder from her parted lips. Instinctively she moved closer to the awesome jerking power, so close that the taut nipples of her swelling breasts touched and teased at Luiz’s smooth, hard chest.

But his long arms remained at his sides as Amy’s nervous fingers moved up to grip his bulging biceps and she eagerly pressed her pelvis to his. Beside herself with desire, Amy’s hands moved up his shoulders and around his neck as she closed her eyes, rose to her toes, and pressed burning kisses to his coppery throat.

He stayed as he was for a few minutes more while the incredibly desirable woman clung to him, undulated against him, and teasingly bit and licked his slick throat.

Working hard to keep just the right note of indifference in his low, sure voice, Luiz said, “Would you like to lie down now?”

Her unbound blond hair pleasantly tickling his chin, Amy nodded against him, her lips reluctant to release his flesh.

“What was that? I didn’t hear you.”

Her voice almost a sob, she murmured, “Yes. Please. Let’s lie down.”

Luiz’s hands at last left his sides, moved up to her slender waist. He did not urge Amy down to the mattress. He turned around, so that his back was to the ivory-sheeted bed. He lifted a hand up to her golden tresses and wrapped a long thick strand of the shimmering hair around the back of his hand and urged her head up and back.

Amy’s eyes opened and she looked up at him. Mesmerized by his dark, handsome face, which bore a strange kind of intensity, she watched as his lips languidly descended to hers. It was a slow burning kiss of such compelling potency, Amy felt as if she were already a part of him as Luiz leaned back and together they sank down across the bed. He stretched out on his back and she lay atop him. And still the kiss continued.

The next half hour was spent in arousing play as Luiz allowed Amy to acquaint herself fully with his long, lean body. She did just that. She squirmed erotically atop him while he kissed her and touched her and murmured forbidden sexual promises that brought her to a dangerous boiling point.

He switched their positions so that he was atop her. His dark, chiseled face and wide sculpted shoulders looming just above, he moved his slim hips between her parted thighs. He slid down and carefully positioned himself so that only the smooth tip of his blood-engorged shaft was touching her slick swollen sweetness.

“Open your eyes and look at me,” he softly but firmly commanded. Amy’s eyes restlessly fluttered open and she looked up at him. While their gazes locked, Luiz took her hand in his, drew it down, and wrapped her trembling fingers around his erection. His hand fell away. Amy gripped him and anxiously guided him into her.

And sighed with the incredible bliss of it.

Perfectly judging her readiness and need, Luiz waited only seconds before beginning the deep, rhythmic thrusting her overheated body demanded. Immediately Amy felt herself being swept into a vortex of carnal pleasure. She clung to Luiz, experiencing a spiraling sensation of ecstasy so frightening she screamed. The buffeting pain-pleasure was unlike anything she’d ever known.

And then a sweet explosion of heat washed over her, leaving her weak and happy and glowing. Her arms wrapped around Luiz’s neck, her breath coming in pants, Amy licked her dry lips and smiled foolishly and felt every muscle in her sated body slacken totally.

Watching, Luiz kissed her parted lips. Amy felt her heavy arms slipping from his neck to the softness of the mattress. Relaxed, she let her gripping knees fall from Luiz’s body and waited for him to roll away from her.

But Luiz did not roll away.

He stayed as he was and as Amy’s rapid heartbeat began to slow and her limp body began to come back to life, she realized that he had not yet attained release, he was still hard within her.

Lost in the impenetrable blackness of his eyes, Amy lay very still, looking at him, not sure how to handle the situation. Nothing like this had ever occurred before. Not in her bedroom. It had always been the other way round. Tyler had always quickly, selfishly attained his release, then fallen asleep leaving her unsatisfied.

Surprisingly, she felt herself rapidly growing excited again, lured by the heat of his eyes on her face, the hardness of him expanding inside her. Amy, enjoying anew the building of sexual excitement, impulsively lifted a hand up behind his head, gave the narrow white leather band securing his hair a quick tug, and shivered with pleasure when the thick raven locks swung forward and tickled her face and bare shoulders.

Luiz began softly kissing Amy’s lips, her delicate shoulders, her breasts, and soon she was bucking up against him, fevered once more. Again he easily guided her to total satisfaction, and this time the depth of her climax was even greater.

Luiz slid from her, pushed his black hair back off his face, gathered her to him, and gently soothed her. But when she had calmed and lay relaxed against him, she realized—this time with an increasing sense of unease—that he still had not attained release.

Her head resting on his shoulder, face pressed to his chest, Amy pondered the puzzling cause. Did he not find her attractive? Did she not excite him? Was she incapable of giving him total ecstasy? It never for a minute entered Amy’s head that he had held back on purpose.

Amy did exactly what Luiz Quintano knew she would do. She stirred, lifted her head a little, and began pressing soft, sweet kisses to his shoulder. He folded his hands beneath his head, yawned, and closed his eyes. Frowning, Amy raised herself up a little more, put her hand to his ribs, leaned over him, and trailed kisses across his chest.

His black eyes slitted open. Luiz calmly watched Amy as she attempted to excite him. Sweetly assaulted by her increasingly aggressive hands and mouth, Luiz wondered at her seeming sexual ignorance.

Didn’t she know that he was still so aroused he was in physical pain? That he was only waiting for her to grow excited again? Apparently she did not, so Luiz writhed, his dark, lean body sliding sensuously about on the slick ivory sheets. Teasingly he tumbled about on the bed and was overjoyed that the beautiful determined woman followed, bent on her task of exciting him.

Amy grew highly aroused as she chased Luiz around the bed, kissing his smooth, hard chest and flat belly and boldly toying with his pulsing erection. She was again so aroused that when Luiz reached out and effortlessly lifted her astride him, she was in the full flush of desire and lustfully slid fully down onto him.

Her soft buttocks moved stirringly against his hard cock, and Luiz had to use every ounce of his dwindling control to keep from exploding within her. Her hands clinging to his rib cage, Amy tossed her head back and her breathing deepened. She pressed her pelvis down on him and moved on his so hotly, so sweetly, he knew he couldn’t possibly hold out much longer.

At that moment Amy looked into his eyes, spoke his name, and Luiz started to spasm. His started hers and together they came in a rush of wild delirium that left their hearts pounding, their bodies slick with perspiration.

Amy crumpled helplessly to Luiz and they lay unable to move for several long minutes, the candlelight playing over their limp, moist bodies.

Amy felt a sweet exhaustion claim her. It was impossible to move. She told herself she should get up. Should take a bath. Should put on a nightgown. Should straighten the bed, retrieve the pillows and the covers from the floor.

She stayed where she was and was grateful when Luiz finally eased her over onto her back, kissed her mouth, and stretched out beside her. Amy’s heavy eyelids fluttered as she sleepily studied the pleated ivory-silk canopy above.

She gave a gentle little sigh of satisfaction and fell asleep.

In the wee hours of the morning, when the candle had burned down and guttered and the moon had risen, Amy awakened. With difficulty she opened her eyes. Staring up at the pleated white silk canopy above her, she wondered why she felt so tired. She was exhausted. She lay flat on her back, one knee bent, the sole of her foot on the mattress.

Amy stretched out her bent leg. She lifted a hand to rub her stomach and found that it was bare. She lifted her head an inch off the mattress and looked down at herself. She was sleeping naked. She never did that. Why was she naked? And why was she lying across the bed instead of with her head where it belonged? Where were her pillows and bedcovers?

It all came back in a rush of remembering and Amy cautiously turned her head and saw him. Captured and framed in a wedge of pale moonlight, Luiz lay stretched out on the silk ivory sheet, the silvery beams washing over his lean, dark frame.

Her heart thumping, Amy cautiously examined every shadowed plane of the hard, handsome face with its strong, chiseled features, long, sweeping eyelashes, white slashing scar, and cruelly sensual lips. Studied every bare inch of the once-familiar body.

He was a stranger.

A stranger who looked dangerous even as he slept. Even asleep, he did not appear to be totally relaxed and vulnerable. There was a coiled tension about his long, hard-muscled body, as if he was ready to spring and strike.

Amy involuntarily shuddered.

Her eyes touched the muscled shoulders, the smooth chest, and slid lower, over his corded ribs and flat belly to that part of him she most feared.

Her face flushed hot and her bare stomach fluttered nervously as she stared at the flaccid flesh at rest amid the blue-black curling hair of his groin. Vividly she recalled what that harmless-looking organ was capable of when fully erect.

Shivering, Amy made a move to rise.

In the blinking of an eye Luiz bolted up, imprisoned her wrist in a tight, painful grip, and forced her back down to the mattress. Then he was above her, his wide, bronzed shoulders looming close, his black, luminous eyes flashing in the darkness.

He said not one word, but commandingly drew her into his close embrace and lay down once more on his back. In seconds he was again asleep with Amy helplessly trapped inside his arms. She lay there in the moonlight, listening to his deep, even breathing, feeling the steady beating of his heart beneath her cheek.

Exhausted from their bouts of lovemaking, she dropped back off to sleep. When next she awakened, bright sunlight streamed into the room. Remembering immediately, she turned her head. She was alone in the bed.

Grateful for that, Amy raised herself up on one elbow, pushed her heavy hair from her face, and looked around. The big room with its cream-color walls and deep beige carpet looked just as it always did. The french doors were open to the cool April morning, the heavy ivory drapes tied back. Across from the bed, she saw the fireplace of gold-streaked ivory marble and above the mantel a gold-framed mirror that reached the ceiling. Arranged before the fireplace was the long, comfortable sofa covered in ivory brocade flanked by the twin wing chairs of lush beige velvet.

All was in place. Except for a silken heap of discarded bedcovers and fluffy feather pillows just beyond the foot of the massive four poster. Through the open door leading into the large dressing-bathroom, she saw a movement. Hurriedly jerking the sheet loose from the mattress to cover herself, Amy sat up as El Capitán Luiz Quintano entered from her bathroom. Dressed in a pair of snug buff-hued trousers, a crisp white shirt, wide red sash around his trim waist, and polished knee-high boots of soft brown leather, he strode forward.