Knight in Cowboy Boots: International Billionaires X: The Latinos by Caro LaFever

Author:Caro LaFever [LaFever, Caro]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781945007187
Publisher: ViVaPub
Published: 2016-10-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 20

As expected, Nick Townsend was gorgeous when he was naked.

Take a girl’s breath away, let her heart skip a beat, make a woman think of hot sex during a long night—gorgeous.

Expected. Not a surprise.

Jess wanted to howl with laughter at herself, but then he’d think she was even more foolish.

How had she ended up like this? How did she find herself standing in a bedroom from out-of-time, with a man made for the modern world, and feel as if she fit completely into this experience? As if she were born to be here at this moment.

He was speaking Spanish to her in his lightly accented voice. The words rolled out of him, and she didn’t need to know what they meant. All she had to do was look into his eyes to know.

He was telling her he wanted her. Only her.

She saw it in the blueness of his frank gaze, and the way he touched her so tenderly, like she was precious.

He thought of her as a queen.

Not a girl who wasn’t a boy, as her father had wanted. Not a quiet nerd the college coeds could ignore unless they wanted something from her. Not a money-pot ripe for the plucking.

A goddess.

“Oh.” The tiny word escaped her, along with the last remnant of her heart.

For a moment, he stared at her, a bewildered, hungry look that made her want to cry and take him into her at the same time. But then, his real smile eased onto his lips and turned into a grin. “That’s all you have to say? Oh?”

“It seemed appropriate,” she muttered.

“Appropriate.” He glanced at her body, still fully dressed, and then to himself, fully naked. “I don’t think this is anywhere near appropriate.”

A gurgle of laughter rippled out of her when he shot her a teasing look. She’d never laughed with a lover before. Sex had always been a serious endeavor for her, something she approached rather like she came at a McDowell crisis. A woman had to focus on the man’s pleasure, she’d read in several books she’d researched. A woman needed to concentrate so the experience would be good for both of them.

Sex wasn’t about laughing.

Was it?

“Jessie, mi reina, you are relaxed, sí?” His palms swept up and down her back, bringing her closer to him. “You are laughing, so you must be relaxed.”

“I don’t know about that,” she huffed into the part of him, between his neck and shoulder, that was fast becoming her favorite place.

The scent of him permeated the air. A spicy, musky smell that made her think of heated sex and humid nights. Curious, she touched his skin with her tongue and he tasted even better. Like the hot buttered rum her dad drank whenever they visited the Boston McDowell hotel. Smooth liquid gold with just the right snip of cinnamon and clove.

“Me está conduciendo loco,” he groaned. His hips bumped on hers, telling her more than his words did that he was going insane.

The realization made her flush with pride.

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