Page 51 of Raul
I have legitimate business with the prince. She repeated the mantra as she walked through the hallways. But she couldn’t stop wondering how he would greet her. As an employee, a confidante, or a lover?
Dario stood outside the prince’s apartment and greeted her with a cordial hello, swinging open the door for her to enter.
As the door closed behind her, she halted in surprise. Raul stood only a few feet in front of her, balancing with one hand on the back of an upholstered chair and the other on a crutch.
“Mi corazón! Ven aquí!”His face was lit with desire as he lifted his hand from the chair and held it out to her. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since you left.”
So, a lover.A thrill of arousal ran through her.
She walked closer to put her hand in his, and he pulled her against him. She tilted her head up just as he lowered his, and their lips found each other.Dear God, the man could kiss!Hismouth was warm and firm and tasted of mint. The fact that he had freshened his breath before kissing her made her melt into him even more.
She threaded her hands into his hair, while he ran his hand down her spine to cup her butt. The feel of his fingers pressing into her flesh sent heat pooling low in her belly.
“Ay,Raul,” she sighed into his mouth.
He glided his lips across her cheek and sucked her earlobe for a moment. Then he whispered against the whorls of her ear, “I want to bend you over the back of this chair and come into you from behind.”
Every nerve in her body caught fire at his words. “Oh, yes! God, yes!” Then she groaned as she remembered. “No, not with your sprained ankle.”
“Sex helps heal sprains.” He pulled back to give her a wicked grin. “All those endorphins.”
“Where do you get your medical facts? The internet?”
“It’s less annoying than the royal physicians.” He lowered his head to kiss the skin behind her ear. “I’ll use the crutch, I swear,” he murmured, his warm breath raising delicious goose bumps on her skin.
“Why don’t we go to your bedroom? We need to get a condom anyway.” She tried to be sensible even as his tongue was tracing the outline of her ear. She shivered with the pleasure that zinged around her body.
He released her butt, reached into his pocket, and held up a condom right in front of her nose. “I wasn’t going to get caught unprepared a second time.”
Longing spun through her. She could almost feel him sliding into her. Dropping her hands, she started to unbutton her jeans.
“Wait.” He closed his hand over hers to stop her. “You can say no.”
“Ay,Raul! When are you going to believe that I want you?” She pressed her lips to the base of his neck just above the collar of his T-shirt and then licked his warm skin, marveling at his concern for her consent. “Yes, I want to do this.”
He sucked in a breath at her touch and moved his hand to the button on his jeans. The whine of their zippers being yanked down was almost simultaneous. She shoved her jeans and panties down to her ankles, toed off her sneakers, and kicked them all away.
“Take off your shirt and bra too,” he said. “I want to see all of you.”
His gaze was on her as she pulled off her T-shirt and shimmied out of her bra, standing naked in front of him while he looked her up and down with pure lust on his face. She felt brazen and shy at the same time while the desire lighting his blue eyes fanned her arousal higher.
“Turn around,” he said.
She pivoted so she was facing the rolled back of the blue velvet chair.
“Close your eyes. Just feel.”
Inhaling a deep breath, she closed her eyes, swaying a little to keep her balance. Suddenly, she was aware of the sound of his breathing, the accelerated beat of her heart, and the hum of the air conditioning.
“Tu eres tan hermosísima,”Raul murmured. “So very beautiful and so sexy.”
He touched her at the top of her spine with just one fingertip. He traced down the middle of her back until he reached her butt, cupping one cheek in his hand and squeezing lightly. “I can’t wait,” he growled.
She heard the rip of the foil envelope, and then his hand was on her neck, slowly pressing her forward over the chair, the soft velvet stroking her bare skin. The muscles between her legsclenched at the sheer eroticism of having him controlling her movement.
She braced her hands on the chair arms and waited, anticipation stoking the liquid fire in her belly as she felt the denim of his jeans brush against the backs of her thighs.
“I want to make sure you’re ready,” he said just before he slid his finger inside her, sending another ripple of sensation spiraling into her belly.
