Chapter 3Carlos smiled again. “Esta bien. Come here, then.”
When he held out both arms, she walked into their circle. As she came against the solid heat of his body, he closed them around her. His hands smoothed up and down her back, from shoulders to the swell of her butt, stroking and pressing, rubbing and squeezing. She shivered, feeling his touch in every cell of her skin, the lawn-fine cotton of her camisa providing only the least bit of insulation from the burning power of his caresses.
Gradually he pressed her closer until she back bent a little, bringing her torso into closer contact with him. The silver buttons of his jacket dug into her flesh and against her stomach she felt the stir of his maleness, which sent a cascade of heat shooting downward to the hidden flesh between her
