Amazon Awakening. Caridad Pineiro
urged her ever higher until she was poised at the edge. Only then did he withdraw his hand to guide himself to her, waiting at her slick entrance for some sign to continue.
With the soft sigh of his name, she gave her permission and Rey plunged into her. She was tight, wet and warm and he was her willing captive, burying himself deep.
The vividness of that dream moment yanked Rey from sleep.
He sucked in a few harsh breaths for control, but it wasn’t enough. He was so hard it was almost painful and nothing short of satisfaction would provide him any respite.
Rising from the bed, nearly hobbled by his massive erection, he hurried to the bathroom and turned on the shower, making it as hot as he could stand it. Then he stepped in and rested his hands on the wall as the water sluiced down over him.
The heat and wet of the water wasn’t as luxuriant as Paola had been in his dream, but it would have to do.
He reached down and encircled himself, his hand slippery from the liquid and a drop of soap. Smooth as he imagined she would be and tight against the thick girth of his cock. He stroked, his motion long and slow at first. Skin creating friction against skin, generating heat.
His gut tightened as his arousal burned through him with each long pull of his hand, dragging him ever higher as he envisioned Paola beneath him. Accepting each hard thrust. Raising her hips to allow him to plunge even deeper.
Groaning, he moved his hand faster and harder, striving for satisfaction while at the same time still longing for more. Longing for her, accepting the slide of him. Arching her back as he rode her to a mutual release and called his name as she wrapped her legs around him at her peak.
He came then, his body jerking as he released his seed into nothingness. He trembled from the force of his climax. With a last few strokes, he milked the final vestiges of his pleasure until he was spent and breathing hard as if he had just run a marathon.
Leaning his hands on the wall of the shower once more, he let the water wash away the final traces of his desire, but as Rey thought of Paola again, passion surprisingly roused yet again.
With a curse, he twisted the knob and allowed a freezing torrent to hit him, driving away renewed desire. One thought stayed in his mind.
The next time it would be the real Paola touching him as they made love.
I’d do it all again.
Her mother’s words echoed in her mind as Paola gazed at the photo of the three of them, her mother and father laughing with their arms wrapped around each other and her as she sat in her mother’s lap. An identical copy of the photo had sat on the mantel in her mother’s home for as long as Paola could remember. There was such love shining from their faces that it was hard to believe it could just disappear barely months later. She had always wondered why her mother would keep such a possibly painful reminder in a highly visible place.
It made Paola consider what it would be like to feel that kind of love, but also the despair which followed. And it made her speculate how her grandmother must have suffered, losing her grandchild and then her son barely a year apart.
I’d do it all again, her mother had insisted barely hours earlier during their dinner together.
Which made Paola feel like a coward for not even considering doing it once. After all, what did she have to lose? she thought as she poured herself a glass of wine and sat down on the sofa in her apartment.
How about your partnership? the little voice in her head challenged.
For months, the rumor had been that she was being considered for a position amongst the firm’s partners. It would mean more money, not that she had need of it. Her mother’s family was well-off, and she made enough of her own to not only pay for her expenses, but to squirrel away something for the future. If she was going to be made partner it would happen, if not now then in a few months or a year or two.
How about your comfortable life? the voice insisted while Paola sipped the cab franc, savoring its full-bodied taste, so unlike her not-so-full life.
In fact, her boring life, she shot back to that imaginary adversary. Lately, she had been spending too much time at work with little time to play, and the thrill of winning… It had become hollow since she had no one with whom to share the success.
How about losing yourself?
Now that was an argument that was difficult to ignore. Just earlier that night her mother had hinted at the fact that during their return to her father’s Amazonian plantation it was as if her father had disappeared before her eyes. Her mother had lost him to his frequent trips into the rain forest and the demands of his legacy.
A legacy you know nothing about.
But if her grandmother passed…
More than just the supposed Lopes legacy would be gone. She paused for a moment, considering that. Considering that she stood to lose a bit of herself, a bit of what had made her who she was, if she didn’t take this trip to learn more about her father’s family.
She laid the wine glass on her coffee table and dipped her hand into her jacket pocket. Fingered the card tucked inside. Ran her fingers over the embossed edges of his name and title.
Rey Peralta. Her personal guide to her father’s world. To the grandmother she had never known. Possibly a guide to something else she had ignored—the needs of her heart and body. She couldn’t deny her attraction to him from the moment he had walked through the door of her office. Even now, just the thought of him pooled warmth in her center and awakened something hidden within her.
What would it be like to take and be taken by a man like Rey? To lose all caution and dare to explore the unexpected as her mother had done nearly thirty years ago?
I’d do it all again.
Her mother’s words challenged her.
Rey would be waiting for her answer. But only until Friday. Just a couple of days away. But she wasn’t one to rush, especially considering that her mother’s headlong dash into her father’s arms had caused her great heartache.
Paola was determined not to repeat that bit of painful history, no matter how attracted she was to her grandmother’s emissary. She had to make a logical choice about what to do and not be ruled by reckless emotion or a needy heart. That had already brought her family too much pain.
Whatever this legacy was, she’d have to find a way to deal with it and with her attraction to Rey.
She tossed Rey’s card down on the coffee table and picked up her glass of wine. She took a sip and leaned back, letting her mind run through all the variables. Although the Friday deadline loomed large in her brain, she was certain of one thing.
Rey can wait until I’m good and ready.
It was a mistake to be here, he thought, as Paola’s assistant let him into Paola’s office and he closed the door behind him.
She was in that big executive chair, a sheath of papers in her hand that she slowly laid down as she swiveled to face him.
“It’s not Friday yet,” she said and took no other action to either welcome him or push him away.
Rey had never been someone who easily gave up. Walking to her desk and then around the edge, he stood there, hands clenched to keep from touching her. “I’m not one to leave things to chance,” he said.
“Neither am I,” she replied and did a slow turn to peer up at him, hands braced on the arms of the chair, long elegant legs crossed. Her position hiked up her skirt, allowing him a glimpse of something deliciously lacy just below the staid navy blue fabric.
He itched to explore that bit of sexy lace.
“We both know you’re more than just a buttoned-up suit,” he said and dared to graze his hand along the straight line of her shin to just below her knee.
She trembled beneath that caress and uncrossed