Page 36 of The Forbidden Cabrera Brother
He made no attempt to touch her anywhere else. Just that kiss that went on for ever and the light, lazy caress of her breasts. It was driving her crazy.
She broke free and began tugging him towards the bed. She could hear her own breathing and then a low laugh from him.
‘I’m taking my time,’ he husked.
‘You’re driving me nuts,’ Caitlin responded with staccato jerkiness, and he laughed again.
Through the window, the declining sun was casting long shadows into the bedroom. The open shutters turned the light into stripes. It was still very warm outside, but here in the bedroom it was beautifully cool. Thick walls, she assumed. A fortress of a mansion that could withstand the heat of summer and the cold of winter.
She was pulling him towards the bed and when she felt the side of the mattress against her knees, she sank down and then looked up at him. He was standing over her and, very, very slowly, he began to undress.
Nervous? No way could this man ever be nervous when it came to making love but, she thought, he’d been kind to have said so because he’d have known that she would have found it endearing and a little funny and it would have relaxed her even more.
Everything he was now doing spoke of self-assurance and complete confidence in himself.
Of course, she’d seen him in his swimming trunks, but it was different now because, this time, this was going somewhere. She was appreciating the broad, naked chest and the muscled width of his shoulders in an entirely different way.
He flung the polo shirt on the ground and then his hand hovered for a few seconds on the zipper of his trousers.
Caitlin’s breath hitched in her throat.
‘You’re so perfect,’ she breathed, and he burst out laughing.
‘And you’re so honest. I like that.’ He stepped out of the trousers but kept the boxers on. ‘You don’t play games in bed. It’s refreshing.’
She could see the bulge of his erection and it made her feel faint.
She was sitting on the side of the bed and he nudged her legs open so that he was standing between them.
‘I want to see you.’
With a few words, her excitement was ratcheted up a few notches and she hooked her fingers under the baggy tee shirt and pulled it over her head, taking the bra with it at the same time.
Her instinct was to cover her nakedness with her hands, but Dante was far too expert a lover to allow her to hang on to her natural reserve and, with a few adept touches, she shed her nervous apprehension and began to relax.
Dante stared. He couldn’t help himself. He’d seen some of the most beautiful women on the planet and yet this one...got to him in all sorts of places no one else ever had. That was a mystery to him, but then the circumstances were completely different from any he’d ever been in before and, beyond that, he had shared more of himself with her than with any other woman. Another mystery.
Her breasts were full, more than a handful and tipped with perfect pale brown discs, large and succulent and inviting.
He stifled a groan and reminded himself that he had to go slow. It was going to be a feat of willpower.
He lowered himself, boxers still in place, and knelt between her, urging her to sit up so that he could suckle her breasts one at a time.
Caitlin arched back, eyes shut, rocked to the very core. She curled her fingers into his dark hair. She needed to get rid of the rest of her clothes. When she’d walked towards him in the corridor, when she’d made that momentous decision to sleep with him, she’d braced herself for all the nerves she’d known would accompany her first time making love, but her nerves had disappeared, overridden by fierce, burningneed. It cut through everything.
He pushed his hand under her skirt and skimmed her thighs. Her skin was satiny soft and smooth. He nudged his knuckles against her crotch and felt her dampness. For a second, he had to empty his head because the whole situation was far too erotic, from her soft moans to the pliancy of her sexy body. She was giving him the gift of her virginity and for a moment he was filled with doubt, then he wiped that clean from his head because they were both adults and choices had been made, eyes wide open.
And in a way, wasn’t he doing her a favour? As time went on, her virginity would surely become an albatross round her neck, a prize to be given to Mr Right, except would there ever be a Mr Right? Did that person exist? Or would she end up trusting some guy like her ex, only to be let down? Wouldn’t her heartache be a thousand times worse because she would have opened herself up to that person, expecting all the fairy stories peddled by the rest of the world? At least, with him, he wasn’t selling her stories or making promises he couldn’t keep. Theirs was a straightforward arrangement.
Dante pushed the skirt up and she wriggled so that it was ruched and gathered at her waist. It felt wildly decadent. He was still there, between her legs, and modesty slammed into her when he inserted his finger underneath the stretchy fabric of her underwear, but he gently eased her hand away.
He linked his fingers through hers and kept her hands still at her sides, then he nuzzled against the damp underwear, breathing in her musky smell. He tasted her through the silky barrier. He was going to go further, going to feel her wetness on his face, but not yet.
The need to be gentle, to take his time, to make sure she enjoyed this first experience felt crucially important. She never hesitated when it came to speaking her mind, and she’d had more to say on the subject of him and his lifestyle than anyone else in living memory, but, emotionally, he sensed a curious vulnerability and that vulnerability, now, was bringing out in him a protective streak he hadn’t known he had.
He unclasped their hands and waited until he knew that she was ready, then he eased the underwear off and parted her legs.
No underwear now as a barrier and the honeyed sweetness between her thighs was a powerful aphrodisiac. Dante licked and sucked. Easily finding the throbbing nub of her clitoris, he began to tease it until she was writhing with mounting pleasure.
