Page 26 of Their One-Night Rio Reunion
Even though it killed him, he said, ‘Ana, of course it’s okay if—’
She lifted up a hand and put a finger to his mouth. She shook her head. ‘What I was going to say was, would you just shut up and kiss me? Please?’
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
ANACOULDN’TQUITEbelieve she’d said those words. Up close, Caio was a lot more intimidating. Had he always been so big? They’d spent time in close proximity during social events, but never like this...in an intimate setting. It felt illicit. His finger under her chin was their only physical contact, but their bodies were almost touching.
He looked serious. ‘This is one night. Tomorrow we go our separate ways.’
She nodded. ‘What happens on the island, stays on the island. I get it.’
She would have agreed to anything. She couldn’t take her gaze off Caio’s mouth. She was barely aware of his hands cupping her face, tilting it up even more. Every cell and nerve in her body vibrated with a fine-tuned awareness as Caio’s head dipped and his mouth met hers. It was silk and steel all in one moment. Heat and fire.
For a breath, everything was suspended. And then, under subtle pressure from Caio, Ana opened her mouth and he took the kiss from heat and fire to white-hot incineration.
For a moment she couldn’t cope with the rush of sensation. It was overwhelming. Desire pooled between her legs, making her pulse throb. Her breasts were pressed against Caio’s chest and her hands gripped his arms tight, as if that might help her stay afloat.
Caio pulled away. Ana opened her eyes. She felt light-headed. Dizzy.
‘Okay?’
She nodded. Her mouth felt swollen, even after just a few seconds.
‘Just breathe, Ana. We’ll take it slow...okay?’
A fire rushed through Ana. Not slow. Not now. She’d been waiting all year for this. Forever. ‘Not slow.Now.’
She pressed her mouth to his jaw and found the buttons of his shirt, undoing them with clumsy fingers. She reached his mouth again, and even though she knew her moves were inexpert Caio made a little sound in his mouth and put his hands on her hips, drawing her close again.
She could feel the press of his arousal against her belly and it made the heat between her legs gush even more. Mouths clinging, she let him taste her so deeply she could barely think. She caught his tongue and nipped gently, delighting in how his hands tightened on her hips and then moved around, one hand cupping her buttocks, squeezing her through the slippery silk of the dress.
She’d opened the last button on his shirt. She pulled back and pushed his shirt open, her eyes widening on his broad and tautly muscled chest. It was a thing of divine masculine beauty. She lifted her hands and traced her fingers over his skin reverently. Explored a nipple. She wanted to taste it with her tongue, but was suddenly shy.
Caio shrugged off his shirt. He led Ana over to a chair and sat down, tugging her onto his lap. She fell into the cradle of his hips, grateful that she didn’t have to stand on shaky legs any more. Heat and steel surrounded her. Caio’s chest bare under her own skin. She looked at him hungrily. Couldn’t believe this was happening.
She reached out and traced the firm line of his mouth with her finger. He caught it. She looked at him. He took her finger into his mouth. A skewer of need arrowed right down to her groin when she felt the sucking motion on her flesh, and she squirmed slightly on his lap. His eyes flared and suddenly Ana couldn’t breathe. They were burning with golden fire.
He pulled her finger out. ‘I want to see you.’
Ana whispered, ‘Okay.’
Caio found the hook at the back of Ana’s dress. He undid it and the silky material fell away from her chest to reveal her bare breasts. Suddenly self-conscious, she instinctively wanted to put an arm up to cover herself, but Caio stopped her.
‘You’re beautiful. I’ve dreamt of seeing you like this...bared for me...’
Ana’s heart quickened. He’d wanted her too. They’d both wanted each other. It gave her a sense of urgency.
She leant forward and pressed her mouth to his again, an unknown emotion clutching at her chest. Caio’s hand was on her bare back, and as they kissed his other hand explored her breast, circling and cupping her plump flesh, coming closer and closer to the straining hard tip of her nipple.
When his palm closed over her breast, she drew back sucking in a breath. Caio squeezed her flesh, trapping her nipple between two fingers. Then he took his hand away and bent his head towards her, blowing on her flesh lightly before surrounding that peak in moist heat. Sucking on her hard flesh.
Ana’s hands were on his head, in his hair, gripping him. She was breathing fast, struggling to comprehend and deal with the sheer exquisite pleasure coursing through her entire body just from his mouth on her breast. She couldn’t quite compute how such a simple act could feel so...life-changing.
He lifted his head and smiled. It was wicked. He knew exactly how he was making her feel. She scowled and put her hands on his shoulders, shifting her body so that she was straddling his lap, looking down at him.
Caio’s hands went to her hips, holding her firm, and he took merciless advantage of his position to subject her other breast to the same torture. Ana’s head fell back. She wasn’t even aware that her hips were making small circling movements on Caio’s lap, instinctively searching for a deeper connection. Formore.
He pulled her dress up over her thighs and then slid a hand between them, his fingers finding her underwear and tugging it to one side.
