The Spanish Doctor's Love-Child

He frowned. ‘No means no.’

‘I meant, no, I’m not OK. I…’ She took a deep breath. ‘I want more.’

Enlightenment dawned and he gave her a slow, sexy smile. ‘More, hmm? Tell me.’

She felt the colour stain her cheeks. ‘I want you to…to touch me.’

‘Here?’ He stroked the backs of her knees, keeping his gaze trained on hers.

She shivered. ‘North a bit.’

His smile widened and he stroked her inner thighs. ‘Here?’

‘North a bit,’ she said again.

He laughed. ‘You do realise you’re giving me two-dimensional directions?’

‘Then how…?’ She couldn’t think straight.

‘Show me.’ His voice was low and sent heat flickering down her spine. ‘Show me where you want me to touch you.’

Oh, lord. Everything she’d ever heard about Latin lovers was true.

And Leandro Herrera made her blood fizz.

She placed her hand over his and drew it up until he was cupping her sex, still through her knickers. ‘Here.’

‘Just here?’

A tiny murmur of frustration escaped from her. ‘Don’t tease me.’

He smiled. ‘I’m not going to tease you, estimada. I’m going to make love with you. And I want to take it slowly.’ Again, he circumvented her knickers, but this time, instead of pushing a finger inside her, he used his fingertip to brush lightly against her clitoris, skating back and forth until her knees went weak and she grabbed his shoulders with both hands, afraid that she was going to fall over.

‘I’m not going to let you fall,’ he said, guessing her fears. ‘Well, not in that way.’

She closed her eyes as he continued caressing her and the pleasure built higher, higher.

And then he stopped.

She opened her eyes wide and stared at him in disbelief. Why had he stopped now, when she was so near the peak? ‘Leandro?’

‘I want your eyes open,’ he said. ‘I want you to see me. And I want to see your eyes.’ With his free hand, he removed her knickers and looked up at her. ‘Madre de Deu, Becky,’ he said softly. ‘Ets bella. Te desitjo. I want you.’ He punctuated every word with a tiny movement of his hand that had her quivering. Just the right pressure and the right speed.

And then, unbelievably, her climax hit. Wave upon wave of pleasure.

‘Oh-h-h. Leandro. Yes.’

Little aftershocks of pleasure were still rippling through her when he pulled his duvet aside, lifted her, and laid her gently against the pillows.

‘Thank you. That was…’ She couldn’t find the right word. ‘Amazing.’ More than amazing.

He slid her a sultry look. ‘I haven’t finished yet.’

And then she realised he was still wearing his trousers. While she was completely naked. Abandoned.

She felt her eyes widen. ‘You’re—’

He stopped her protest with a kiss. ‘It’s OK. I wanted the first time to be for you. And, as I said, I haven’t finished yet.’

Oh, lord. If he could reduce her to a quivering heap with just one finger, what would it be like when his body finally slid inside hers?

He undressed swiftly. Gracefully—well, as a fencer, of course he’d be graceful. And Becky sucked in a breath as she saw him naked for the first time. ‘You’re perfect.’

‘Gràcies.’

He joined her on the bed and traced the curve of her jaw with a fingertip. ‘And you, too. Curvy, not a stick insect.’ As she instinctively sucked in her stomach, he smiled, leaned over and traced a circle round her navel with the tip of his tongue. ‘I said “curvy”, not “fat”. A real woman. Mateia bella. Very beautiful,’ he translated, rummaging in his bedside drawer for a condom.

He took it out of its foil wrapper, rolled it on, then slid his hand between Becky’s thighs and teased her with his clever fingers until she was quivering again. ‘Now?’ he asked.

‘Oh-h-h. Now. Yes. Please.’ She couldn’t remember the last time she’d wanted a man so much. It had been years.

Leandro knelt between her thighs, gently fitted himself to her entrance and then eased in, in one long, slow thrust.

She’d forgotten how good making love could be. How long had it been?

But, no, she didn’t want the bad memories to seep in and spoil this. Live for the moment, she reminded herself. And this moment was good. Really, really good.

She stroked his back, his buttocks—lord, his gluteal muscles were as perfect as his pectorals—and then, when he ran one hand lightly up her thigh and cupped her buttocks, she wrapped her legs round his waist. Took him deeper.

Every thrust took her nearer and nearer the edge.

‘Look at me, estimada,’ he reminded her softly.

She did. And at the precise moment her climax hit again, she could see it reflected in his own eyes, in the way his pupils dilated until his eyes were almost completely black.

He wrapped his arms round her, holding her close and muttering words in Catalan which she didn’t understand, though his tone told her he was as moved by what had just happened as she was.

Eventually, Leandro withdrew. ‘Excuse me for a moment,’ he said politely.

She knew he needed to deal with the condom, but as he left the room she started to wonder what the protocol was here. She’d never had a one-night stand before. Should she stay or should she leave now?

Just as she was about to get out of bed and find her clothes, so at least she’d be dressed when he came back and wouldn’t feel quite so embarrassed about discussing it, he returned to the room—completely naked and uninhibited by his nudity—smiled at her and joined her in the bed.

‘I’m glad you didn’t decide to go.’ He put his arm round her, drawing her close so her head was resting on his shoulder. ‘I know we said neither of us want a relationship, and that hasn’t changed. But stay with me for a while.’

This was what she’d missed even more than sex.

Being cuddled.