Wedding Party Collection: Proposing To The Planner: The Argentinian's Solace. Susan Stephens

he pressed her thighs wide she doubted she would survive the pleasure. But she was going to have the best time ever struggling for survival, she realised when Diego buried his face deep.

       She hadn’t expected such a big man to be capable of such finesse, or to be so intuitive, Maxie realised. Had she really thought Diego would be too strong for her—too big, too quick, too passionate, too frighteningly intense? He was the most skilful lover. He didn’t make her feel as if she was in a race, but gave her all the time in the world to lie back and drown in pleasure. He was wholly…rhythmically…dependably…focussed on satisfying her most outrageous desires.

       Too much so, she realised suddenly with alarm, realising she couldn’t hold on.

       When Maxie fell she fell big, Diego realised as her hips worked furiously beneath his hands. He made sure she enjoyed every moment, and when she quietened he held her in his arms until she was calm again, kissing and stroking her as he soothed her. When she could focus on his face she laughed—softly, sexily. It was the most intimate moment he could remember sharing with anyone, and he couldn’t have anticipated the rush of emotion he felt when he gathered her in his arms. Just for once he was going to let the name Parrish mean something good to him. How could he not, when Maxie had done so much for him? This woman hadn’t just healed his leg she had given him his life back. He laughed softly when she wanted more, and whispered some more suggestions to make her gasp.

       ‘Please,’ she whispered urgently.

       He had never experienced this level of feeling before, he realised as he protected them both. Maxie was swollen and moist and ready for him, but still he took her gently, testing and teasing by withdrawing completely after giving her just the tip. Predictably, she told him off for that. She couldn’t know it was taking all he’d got to hold back. And she wouldn’t know, he determined as he pressed her knees back. Sinking into her silky, welcoming warmth, he knew he was stretching her, and so he caressed her delicately and rhythmically, both to reassure and to please her all the more.

       ‘Yes?’ he murmured.

       ‘Yes,’ she groaned, pressing her thighs open for him.