Page 18 of Twin Flames
Alejandro steered the black Mercedes up the steep bends of the winding hillside while Cara tried to calm herself. It was futile. She was nervous as hell. She was so agitated she began to regret accepting the invitation.
What am I doing? Well, it’s too late now.
Her phone rang just as the car turned into a wide regal driveway lined with crème coloured stone pillars which were adorned with a brightly coloured crest.
Goodness. A family crest. What was that all about?
Daniel’s name flashed up on the screen, and she hastily put her phone away. She couldn’t talk to him now. She’d have to deal with the consequences of her impulsive behaviour later. She was in enough of a spin already.
George stood waiting in the bright entrance hall. The terracotta floor and varnished wooden beams set off to perfection by the white-washed walls.
It was happening again.
I’ve been here before. I know I have.
She did her best to appear calm.
‘Here you are,’ he said as he looked into her eyes. ‘I’m so pleased you came. Welcome to Casa Cavendish.’
Her heart performed a double backflip at the sight of his mischievous smile. He looked so gorgeous she could eat him up. His lips were shapely; as if in high definition.
‘Have I got something on my face?’ asked George, pretending to wipe his mouth, then smiling.
Cara blushed. Oh God, he knows I’m lusting after him. How embarrassing. I’ve never been as hot as this for anyone. Not even Ben, my first big crush at university.
‘Hey,’ he said, drawing her closer and giving her a quick hug.
‘Hey yourself,’ said Cara. She feared she might melt in a pool of desire. He smelled gorgeous as usual: today it was an alluring blend of aftershave and soap.
Lunch was served by his housekeeper, Valeria, on the top terrace of the stucco-style, red-roofed villa. They stood shoulder to shoulder, admiring the views of the city from the hilltop, enjoying each other’s presence. Valeria left for the day, and they were alone.
George turned to face her, gently traced his finger across her cheekbone as if wiping away a tear and then pulled her to him. His lips brushed hers: gentle at first and then with a growing fever. Cara didn’t hesitate. She entwined her fingers in his dark hair and returned his kiss with equal passion as they clung together. All of the complications vanished; she’d never been clearer. He took her hand and led her along the sunny hallway, up the majestic stone steps to the next floor. The moment had finally come.
‘What a beautiful room,’ said Cara, her hand cocooned inside his, as she admired the white textured walls, Spanish rugs and gleaming dark wooden furniture. Everything about the room was elegant and very George, she decided.
He released her hand as he stretched to close one of the heavy shutters and the light instantly receded. With a couple of steps, he was back at her side.
‘I’m so pleased you love the villa,’ he said, looking at her as if he couldn’t drink in enough of her face.
Cara slid into his welcoming embrace. It was like coming home. For a second, she recalled that she had resolved not to do this, but it was inevitable. They had crossed into new territory. There was no going back now.
Sometimes things which make no logical sense and should feel wrong, feel right.
She tasted his warm lips. The electric current between her and George was unlike any she’d known—the energy between them was heated. He dropped light kisses onto her neck as he held her hair in one hand and her waist with the other. Every cell of her being longed to join with him. They were ready to explode before they’d begun, and the prospect of being with him intimately, aroused Cara to a feverish state.
He raised her top gently over her head, as though unveiling a precious manuscript. Her skirt was next and fell to the ground with a shimmer. She stepped out of the crumpled material, still wearing her heels, her lightly tanned skin, bare, but for her silk underwear. She shivered with anticipation; goose pimples covered her skin, and her eyes searched his face seeking reassurance.
‘You are even more lovely than I imagined,’ he said. ‘Come here.’
She helped him pull off his shirt, and he scrambled to remove his trousers. They were both impatient. She ran her hands up his chest, over his biceps and across his wide shoulders. She burned with desire and yearned for the moment he would take her.
It was as if he was her: his pleasure would be hers too. She ached to please him. They fell onto the bed, kissing andcaressing, as they explored each other’s bodies. They clung to one another as their passion built.
It was like they’d always been lovers. All shyness and hesitation vanished. His body fitted into hers like a missing puzzle piece. She could wait no longer. Waves of pleasure ripped through them, gripping them in a rhythmic sway until they simultaneously erupted in a long burst of searing pleasure. They collapsed together, damp skin on damp skin.
It was just as incredible as she had known it would be.
Cara’s heart burst with joy as though lit from within like a beacon. She kissed his lips and then his beautiful hands, wishing they could stay locked together like this forever.
