The Spaniard's Pleasurable Vengeance. Lucy Monroe

needed something more, but unwilling to change what was already giving her so much marvelous sensation. “You’re really good at this.”

      “This?” he teased, gently rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger.

      Oh, wow. That was... It was... Even her inner monologue could not come up with the right adjectives. She’d never before realized the direct line between the turgid peaks and her feminine sex. Sure, it felt good to be touched there, but never like lightning was striking through her body.

      “Yes, that and all of it.”

      “It is easy to give pleasure when it is so well received.”

      “Are you saying I’m easy?” she gasped out, teasing and not.

      She’d never found it so simple to give in, to allow a man so close so fast. This whole conflagration between their bodies was entirely outside her experience.

      Sex was not all that.

      Only now it was. Now it was everything. Necessary.

      “I would never be so crass.”

      That was not a denial. She met his gaze earnestly. “I’m not, you know.”

      “Not?”

      “Easy. I don’t do one-night stands.”

      “Good, but fair warning—I have no intention of stopping at one night with you.”

      He wasn’t offering anything long-term. How could he? He lived in Spain. She lived in Portland. He was a powerful billionaire. A social worker turned shelter manager had no place in his glittery life, but for now? She did.

      She fit in this ridiculously expensive bed he’d bought for the night.

      Her body fit under his. Her lips fit perfectly against his.

      His mouth owned hers and she let it. Knowing this was temporary, but not a single night, gave her the confidence to let go in a way she had not before, and probably wouldn’t again, with anyone else.

      She responded to his kiss, parting her lips, inviting his tongue inside, letting hers explore his mouth, shivering with feeling as the kiss morphed into something crazy passionate. Her body melted into the bed under him, accommodating his hard planes with every cell.

      He lifted up enough to pull her toward him so he could remove that last piece of clothing she was wearing, her bra.

      When he let her settle back against the pillows, Randi reached down between them and grasped his erection, the heated, satiny skin warming her palm.

      He thrust up into her fist. “Sí! Que es tan bueno.”

      It was good. All of it. Randi loved knowing she could elicit such a pleasurable response, that her touch impacted him as surely as his touch made Randi lose her mind.

      “I want this inside me.” She squeezed the hard column of flesh once...twice, again.

      Baz let out a guttural sound that sent response arcing through Randi. He reared back but didn’t pull his sex from her hand, though she got the sense that was his initial intent. “Let me get a condom.”

      “You just carry them around with you?”

      “I do, in fact, always have one in my wallet.” He shrugged. “I am a man.”

      “We’re going to need more.” No way was a single time going to be enough tonight. Not for such a sexually ardent lover.

      “I’ll take care of that later.” His smile was all predatory male.