Page 108 of Ricardo

Ricardo's breath hitches. "Julia..."

His hands tighten on my hips, and he pulls me flush against him.

And then I feel it.

Hard and hot and impossibly big, pressing against my stomach.

A wave of heat washes over me, so intense it makes me dizzy.

I have never wanted anything more in my entire life.

I look up at him, my eyes wide with a wonder I don't even try to hide. And he wants me back. It's as simple as that.

It doesn't have to be any more complicated than that.

The simplicity of that undoes me completely.

My last bit of reserve dissolves. I am not thinking. I am not second-guessing. I am not hearing another man's voice in my head.

I am only feeling.

I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling his head down to mine, and I kiss him.

It's hot and hungry and desperate. I pour everything into it. All the lonely years, all the stifled desires, all the shame and the anger and the hurt.

He meets me, thrust for thrust, passion for passion, his hands moving from my hips to cup my bottom, pulling me even closer, grinding against me until a soft cry escapes my lips.

I can feel the damp lace of my panties rubbing against his bare skin, and the friction is delicious. The material is so wet, so slick, and each movement sends a fresh jolt of pleasure straight to my core.

I want more.

I need more.

I tear my mouth from his, gasping for breath.

"Ricardo," I pant, my head falling back. "Please..."

"Tell me," he growls, his lips now on my throat, his teeth nipping at my skin. "Tell me what you want."

"I want... I want you," I manage to say. "I want you inside me."

His grip on me tightens. "Are you sure?"

I nod, a quick, jerky motion. "Yes. God, yes. I'm sure."

He lifts his head, and his eyes are dark with a desire that is so fierce it takes my breath away.

"What else?" he asks. "Is that all?"

My breath catches. "What else is there?"

He gives me a slow, seductive smile. "“Ah, preziosa mia," he murmurs. "There is so much more."

And then he is guiding me, lowering me down onto the pile of blankets and pillows in front of the fire.

He kneels between my legs, and for a long moment, he just looks at me.

His gaze is so intense, so possessive, it feels like a physical touch. He looks at me as if I am the most beautiful thing he has ever seen, and I feel a blush spread across my chest and cheeks.