The Spaniard's Pleasurable Vengeance
The breath in her lungs whooshed out. “Good to know,” she choked out.
His hands were on the hem of her gray knit dress, the smocking over her chest that she’d always considered cute and comfortable, now confining against sensitized flesh and peaked nipples. He pulled the dress up and over her head without another word and she let him, the cuffs on the three-quarter-length sleeves catching for a breathless second on her hands, leaving her blinded by fabric and vulnerable before him.
“Bella,” he husked out as the dress finally disappeared, giving her a renewed view of Baz. Heated espresso eyes burned her with their intensity as his gaze ate her up. “You are a surprise.”
Again with the beautiful. Randi had reason to be glad she’d learned Spanish in order to communicate with the children whom she assumed would come through her office at social services for which it was their first language.
Only belatedly did she realize what exactly had him surprised, and apparently mesmerized. “My sister likes shopping at the lingerie store.”
“And she takes you with her?” he asked as he made no effort to hide his fascination with her breasts covered by a sheer lift bra and the matching panties that allowed him to see the soft brown curls at the apex of her thighs, the fabric a pearlescent gossamer.
Under the perfectly opaque fabric of her dress, she could wear whatever sexy underwear she liked and never considered someone else seeing them. “They remind me I’m a sexual being.”
A reminder she had needed very badly before tonight.
“I assure you, no one else could forget.”
“Right.” She didn’t have her sister’s generous curves, Randi’s own body as subtle in its femininity as she was shy.
“You doubt me?” He indicated the rampant erection barely contained by his boxers. “You think I do this kind of thing with every woman I meet?”
Another blush heated her skin, but desire made her even hotter. “No, I don’t doubt you want me. I want you, too.”
“Then let’s get your boots off and you into bed.”
She couldn’t feel awkward standing there in her brown, nearly flat-heeled boots that reached her knees, and nothing else besides the diaphanous underwear. Not with the approval glowing in his dark gaze.
“You like this look?” she couldn’t help teasing with a cant to her hips.
“Very much, but I believe you will be more comfortable without footwear.”
She nodded. Even in her current state, she’d feel all kinds of wrong climbing onto the luxurious bed with her shoes on.
They made quick work of her boots and then she was on her back, on the bed.
Baz pulled off her panties, his gaze fixed firmly on the triangle of curls hiding her most sensitive flesh. “I love the sexy lingerie, but full access is even more exciting.”
Feeling embarrassed for the first time, she put her hand over herself. “I used to wax.”
“I prefer this. Did you know if I touch you carefully, like so...” He gently pulled her hand away before his fingertips barely brushed over the tips of her private curls. “You will feel it deep inside.”
She couldn’t help the arch upward, or the gasp of pleasure as his caress made truth out of his words. Really? Her hair was an erogenous zone, and quite an effective one. Desire ran rampant through her blood, every nerve ending on high alert for the barest touch from him.
“You are beautiful here.” No question, from where he was looking and the brush of his fingers, what he was talking about.
“That...you...” She wanted to deny the words, deny that he could find her most intimate place beautiful. “That’s for touching, not looking.”
He got off the bed, stripped off his boxers and indicated his very hard, very big—at least in her experience—and very obvious erection. “You do not get turned on seeing my sex?”
Why was he asking her this? “You’re awfully blunt.” But she couldn’t move her gaze away from tumescent flesh and knew deep in her heart that seeing it soft would be no less arousing.
His expression dared her to deny his words.
She wasn’t a liar. “Yes, seeing you excites me. A lot.” But she hadn’t realized it would, hadn’t thought of herself as a visual person when it came to sex.
“And looking at you, the very part of yourself you hold most private, inflames me.” His accent had thickened, lending a warm Latin lilt to his words.
He rejoined her on the bed, straddling her thighs, his erection pressed against her sensitized mound.
He ran a finger along the bit of exposed breast above the top of her bra. “Muy guapa.”
“I’m...” More compliments to her body. How was she supposed to take them?
The way Baz was with her, his touches and words, was so outside her experience in the bedroom—what little there was of it.
Randi gasped as he cupped both her breasts with his hands, rubbing expertly against her already hard and tight nipples through the silky fabric. “Glad. I’m glad.”
“Good to know.” His expression was all approval. “You are so responsive.”
“I never have been.”
His eyes narrowed as if he was thinking, his head cocked a little. “You aren’t very experienced, are you?”
“You told me you didn’t want to hear about other men.”
“The lack thereof in your past is an unexpected turn-on.”
“It is?” she gasped out as his ministrations to her breasts sent sensation zinging straight to the core of her.
“Yes.”
“Unexpected?”
“As a rule, I stay away from women lacking in experience.”
He wanted lovers who could keep up with him and maybe knew the score. Right? She understood that. And was doing her best to keep that score in mind, no matter how devastating his touch.
A billionaire Spanish businessman wasn’t going to keep a social worker from her family background, even if he did want more than one night. She did, too, so that was okay. Right?
She wasn’t going to fall in love with this sexy man.
She wasn’t.
“But not me,” she confirmed.
“No. Not you. You, I want.”
“I want you, too.”
He leaned down and kissed her then, his tongue demanding entrance almost immediately. She gave it to him, reveling in how he took control of her body and the kiss. She’d never wanted to give herself this way, to let a man touch her like she was his.
Randi’s characteristic cling to independence and self-control, no matter the situation, was conspicuously absent, though.
His hands were all over her body, touching spots she had no idea could be erogenous, but which had her repeatedly arching up off the bed, seeking more. She wanted to touch him, too, but somehow every time she went to caress him, she lost her focus and her hands ended up resting against his chest, kneading like a cat with her short nails.
He seemed to like that, groaning against her lips, moving his body to spread her legs and press his erection firmly against her most tender flesh. Randi went taut with pleasure as he somehow managed to maneuver his erection against her clitoris in mock coupling, thrusting against her and stimulating her so well she cried out with the joy of it.
Randi gasped out her pleasure at the amazing feeling. “Baz! Oh...” It was too good, too much, her body racking with shudders of ecstasy.
“You are so deliciously responsive, Miranda.” His voice deep with approval and husky desire, Baz continued to thrust against her, his big hands inciting her pleasure with incredible knowledge of the female body and what would feel good.
She tossed her head on the fluffy pillows, feeling like she needed something more, but unwilling to change what was already giving her so much marvelous sensation. “You’re really good at this.”
“This?” he teased, gently rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger.
Oh, wow. That was... It was... Even her inner monologue could not come up with the right adjectives. She’d never before realized the direct line between the turgid peaks and her feminine sex. Sure, it felt good to be touched there, but never like lightning was striking through her body.
“Yes, that and all of it.”
“It is easy to give pleasure when it is so well received.”
“Are you saying I’m easy?” she gasped out, teasing and not.
She’d never found it so simple to give in, to allow a man so close so fast. This whole conflagration between their bodies was entirely outside her experience.
Sex was not all that.
Only now it was. Now it was everything. Necessary.
“I would never be so crass.”
That was not a denial. She met his gaze earnestly. “I’m not, you know.”
“Not?”
“Easy. I don’t do one-night stands.”
“Good, but fair warning—I have no intention of stopping at one night with you.”
He wasn’t offering anything long-term. How could he? He lived in Spain. She lived in Portland. He was a powerful billionaire. A social worker turned shelter manager had no place in his glittery life, but for now? She did.
She fit in this ridiculously expensive bed he’d bought for the night.
Her body fit under his. Her lips fit perfectly against his.
His mouth owned hers and she let it. Knowing this was temporary, but not a single night, gave her the confidence to let go in a way she had not before, and probably wouldn’t again, with anyone else.
She responded to his kiss, parting her lips, inviting his tongue inside, letting hers explore his mouth, shivering with feeling as the kiss morphed into something crazy passionate. Her body melted into the bed under him, accommodating his hard planes with every cell.
He lifted up enough to pull her toward him so he could remove that last piece of clothing she was wearing, her bra.
When he let her settle back against the pillows, Randi reached down between them and grasped his erection, the heated, satiny skin warming her palm.
He thrust up into her fist. “Sí! Que es tan bueno.”
It was good. All of it. Randi loved knowing she could elicit such a pleasurable response, that her touch impacted him as surely as his touch made Randi lose her mind.
“I want this inside me.” She squeezed the hard column of flesh once...twice, again.
Baz let out a guttural sound that sent response arcing through Randi. He reared back but didn’t pull his sex from her hand, though she got the sense that was his initial intent. “Let me get a condom.”
“You just carry them around with you?”
“I do, in fact, always have one in my wallet.” He shrugged. “I am a man.”
“We’re going to need more.” No way was a single time going to be enough tonight. Not for such a sexually ardent lover.
“I’ll take care of that later.” His smile was all predatory male.
CHAPTER THREE
RANDI NODDED, HER words lost for a moment in the pleasure of their bodies together.
Long moments passed in another incendiary kiss, his sex pressing into her hand, her own aching with the need to be filled. When he finally broke the kiss to get up, she made a mewing sound she’d never heard out of her own throat before.
He stood with quick, efficient movements, and moved to the chair on which his trousers lay with a few long, rapid strides. Seconds later he was back beside her, the condom packet in his hand. “Do you want to put it on me?”
In answer, Randi eagerly reached for the foil square. Baz dropped it into her hand and she tore it open, pulling out the small bit of latex. She pressed the circle of latex against the head of his penis, thrilling to the moment of anticipation this particular act elicited. She rolled it down his length, an intentional caress with more enjoyment than experience, hoping to make the act erotic for both of them.
He didn’t seem to mind her fumbling attempts at covering him. He was, in fact, moaning and staring at her with clear sexual approval.
Once she got the condom on, he pushed her onto her back, but instead of immediately moving between her thighs, as she expected, he reached down to touch her, his fingers deftly caressing her slick folds.
“Oh, goodness! This is...that is...” Exactly what she needed, making her incoherent with sensation, senseless words of pleasure tumbling from her lips.
He seemed to have no problem deciphering her babbling, touching exactly where she needed. Sliding his fingers over her clitoris, gently circling, pushing gently at intervals, he caressed her with just the right pressure before slipping one, then two inside her, preparing her for what was to come.
She could no more stop her body surging toward his touch than reach out with her own hands, seeking the lodestone of his body. Anything to help her maintain sanity in this maelstrom of emotion and sensation, where by rights no emotion should be.
They did not know each other. It should be pure physicality, but her heart was beating a strange, desperate tattoo of feeling she had no desire to acknowledge.
Baz crooked his fingers inside her and pressed upward. Jolts of intense ecstasy radiated out from that heretofore unexplored cluster of nerves inside her. She’d heard about the G-spot, but thought it was a myth. Oh, glorious elation, it wasn’t!
Rapture spiraled inside Randi, drawing her body tight with impending orgasm, but Baz was careful not to take her over the edge.
Darn it!
She tried to move her body, to take herself over that precipice. “Please, Baz. Please!”
“You will come with me inside you,” he proclaimed, even as he finally shifted between her legs to press his engorged sex against the slick and swollen opening to her body.
“I’ve never come from that,” she warned him, though just the feeling of him so close to penetrating her was setting off all sorts of fireworks inside her. Not that she had loads of experiences to go by anyway, but neither time had made her believe she was one of those women who could.
“Let us see what we can do about that.” Challenge gleamed in his espresso-brown eyes.
A shiver of anticipation—or was that trepidation?—rolled through her. “Just do me,” she implored, not caring if she climaxed in that moment.
She was empty. She needed to be filled and Baz Perez with his big, hard sex would succeed where she knew others had failed. Giving her pleasure and a sense of completion, even if she didn’t actually come from it.
But Baz, she learned quickly, did not dismiss a challenge. He attacked it with skill, patience and purpose.
He made love to her as no other guy had done, driving the pleasure inside her body higher and higher with each expert thrust, every swivel of his hips that managed to stimulate her clitoris in ways she’d thought impossible during copulation. Finally, he reached down and brushed over that swollen nub with his thumb, at first pressing in and then circling, then pressing in again, then circling, and Randi lost what sense she’d maintained.
The euphoria building inside her detonated, the roman candle of ecstasy exploding with a shower of sparks throughout her body. Her womb contracted, her muscles convulsed and her heart nearly seized from the glorious power of it. She cried out as her vaginal walls tightened around his hard sex in spasms of pure bliss.
“That’s right,” he praised, his body taut with unfulfilled desire. “You are so beautiful in your excitement.”
The words registered only peripherally as her body shuddered with a surfeit of pleasure. “Baz...”
She couldn’t say anything more than his name, couldn’t form a coherent thought, could only arch against him, prolonging the overwhelming sensation. He resumed movement, his lunges growing more powerful with each surge forward of his pelvis, strong thrusts inside her causing aftershocks of ecstasy nearly as intense as her initial orgasm.
“Sí, hermosa, sí! You are so perfect inside. Tight, hot, wet.”
Oh, man, did men really talk like that in bed?
“You hold me like a warm, slick fist.”
Clearly, they did.
And those words intensified the residual waves of excitement. “Baz, oh, Baz!”
With a final lunge forward, he went rigid above her and then gave a low, guttural shout, filling the condom with his hot spend, his face fixed in a rictus of ultimate pleasure.
Randi reached up with arms like noodles to clasp his shoulders, needing even more connection than the ultimate joining of their bodies. “I...you...”
He kissed her, cutting off whatever she’d been about to say. She kissed him back, reveling in the press of soft lips against soft lips while he was still inside her.
No other moment in her life had been so perfect.
* * *
Later, after he’d taken care of the condom and cleaned up in the en suite, Baz ran a bath in the jetted tub.
Randi lounged in the bed, feeling decadent surrounded by luxury linens and the sound of running water. She heard him on the phone, too, but couldn’t make out his words.
When he returned to the bedroom, she asked if he had to leave.
He leaned against the doorjamb, gloriously naked, unashamed by what others might consider vulnerability. “Why would you think that?”
“You were on the phone.” For men like him and Andreas, a phone call, whatever the time, often precipitated the need for some kind of action on their part.
Billionaires were busy people, or so she’d learned since her sister and Kayla’s new husband came into Randi’s life.
“I called housekeeping and asked for a box of condoms to be delivered. Then I called room service and ordered champagne and strawberries.” Baz let his lips tilt in an enigmatic half smile. “It seemed appropriate.”
Who ordered condoms to their room? “Lavish.”
“And do you not deserve lavish?” he asked in what should have been a tease, but something in his gaze probed hers with serious intent.
“It’s not my norm, that’s for sure.” She wasn’t the one with a super-rich husband catering to her every need.
That was her sister, and Randi loved the way Andreas took such pains to care for Kayla, but Randi refused to let her brother-in-law subsidize her living expenses, so she made do on what she considered a generous salary from the shelter. Though it hardly stretched to the kind of luxury Baz seemed to take for granted.
He shifted away from the door, his big body moving with surprising elegance, despite his lack of clothing. “I will enjoy spoiling you.”
And she would probably enjoy being spoiled. Too much. Too easy to get used to the attention, but as long as she never forgot it was temporary, she might actually survive with her heart intact.
“You’re not like any other man I know.” She sat up. Letting the bedclothes fall away from her body, she reminded herself that he’d already seen everything she might try to hide and had seemed to like it very much.
His gaze ran over her with more heat than she would expect so soon after what they’d just finished. “Men like me are a rare breed.”
“You so are.”
His smile was lethal as he leaned down to pull her from the bed. “Come on. I have a mind to share a lavish bath with you.”
“A bath is a bath.”
Minutes later as she sat in the steaming, scented bathtub, water made ultra-soft with oils, a plate of chocolate-dipped strawberries within reach, two glasses of champagne perched on the tub’s lip, Randi had reason to retract her own statement.
“Okay, this is definitely sumptuous.”
“You think?” Baz had donned the complimentary robe to receive both the delivery from housekeeping and room service.
“I do, yes.”
He dropped the robe and stepped toward her, once again magnificently naked. “You look like a nymph in that swirling water.”
“Not hardly.” Randi had a mirror, and sea nymph, she was not.
“Do not ruin my fantasy with your sense of the prosaic.”
“I would not have considered you a fantasy kind of guy.”
“We all have dreams.”
“I suppose.”
“Don’t you have dreams, aspirations, desires?”
“I learned five years ago that life doesn’t dole out the fulfillment of dreams equally to everybody.” After all, she’d been on the cusp of engagement with her boyfriend, enrolled at her top choice university and surrounded by friends and a family who loved her. She’d come to terms with having a wholly narcissistic mom with tendencies toward violence when thwarted, and Randi had been, for a time, really happy.
His attention sharpened, his expression assessing. “What happened five years ago?”
“My world imploded.”
“You cannot make such a statement and not explain.”
She shook her head. “Some things are too painful for the consumption of strangers.”
“Are we still strangers?” His expression turned carnal. “I would say we have enjoyed some very intimate moments.”
“We’ve been intimate with our bodies,” she emphasized. “Emotions and memories are another thing entirely.” A man with his experience couldn’t believe anything else, could he?
Baz climbed into the hot water with her, muscular limbs sliding against hers, accentuating the lack of barrier between them. Renewed desire sent a flush over her body, more acute than that brought on by the hot water.
His hand traveled up Randi’s leg from her ankle, stopping at the top of her inner thigh. “Let’s get a little more physically intimate, then, shall we?”
“Yes.” Relief that he was not pushing for answers about something she hadn’t meant to mention mixed with sensual delight as his hand moved against her inner thigh.
His fingertips rubbed against her most intimate flesh, making her languid with need.
He tugged her unresisting body closer. “Come here, mi hermosa.”
She let herself be pulled into him and maneuvered so she was facing away from him, leaning against the bulging muscles of his body. There was something so sexy about being in his arms in the water, her back to him, his hands on her. The message going to her sexual brain was that he was focused on her pleasure. And her pleasure alone.
Maybe she should feel bad, should do something to balance the focus, but she didn’t. This whole night, so far, felt too good, too different from anything she’d ever known.
His hands moved up her body, caressing her hips, her torso and finally settling to cup her breasts, touching already sensitized nipples, sending thrills of bliss through her.
Lips brushed behind her ear. “You are addictive, cariña.”
“The way you make me feel could easily become a necessary habit.” And wasn’t that terrifying? Because he wasn’t sticking around.
No way could he.
Not Mr. Spanish Billionaire Businessman.
“Good to hear.” He nibbled against her neck, sending shivers throughout her body.
“You think so?” Was he really blind to how bad that could be for her?
“Don’t you?” he asked against her skin, before tugging ever so gently on her earlobe with his teeth.
She convulsed with a new set of shivers. “Not so much, no.”
His laugh was unexpected, husky and warm. “You are very refreshing, Miranda.”
“I guess that is a good thing.”
He made a noncommittal sound. Maybe he’d miss refreshing. Maybe addictive was just as bad for his long-term peace of mind as hers.
One of his hands left her breast, and seconds later, a chocolate-dipped strawberry pressed against her lips. “Take a bite.” The words whispered against her ear, making the prosaic instruction all sensual and sexy.
Randi opened her mouth and let the dark chocolate and strawberry flavors burst on her tongue as she did what he told her to. She ate with decadent delight, taking a sip of her champagne after finishing the strawberry. All the while Baz continued to caress her entire body with tender stimulation, one hand touching her with more effect than should be possible.
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