Page 66 of Her Hidden Smile

I moved my hands and cupped her breasts. Millie closed her eyes and shuddered. When I used my thumb to tease her nipples, she moaned.

“Do you like this?” I asked.

“Baby, I love this,” she said, throwing my words back at me.

If I wasn’t so turned on, I would have laughed at her bit of sass, but she kept running her fingers over my nipples, and now I was the one shuddering.

“Cariña, I need you to stop now.”

“But why?”

“We’ve got other things to do.”

This time when she trembled, I realized it was like when she was coming out of her nightmare, there was a little bit of fear.

“It’s going to be all right. I promise.”

She buried her face against my chest. “I know.”

I wrapped my fingers around her jaw and tilted her head up.

Those lips. Positively sinful.

I went in for another long, luscious kiss. I couldn’t stop myself. Soon we were chest to chest, her lace-covered nipples scraping against my chest. I unhooked her bra and she sighed as she shrugged out of it.

I trailed kisses down her jaw, her neck, her sternum until I had her gasping for air as I sucked one delectable nub into my mouth.

“Renzo,” she whispered. Nothing more, just my name. Her legs were restless as her desire ramped up. I traced my way down her stomach until I met the top of her leggings. Millie grabbed my hand and pushed it under her clothes, under her panties.

She stopped guiding me as soon as my hand found the wet seam of her sex. She yanked her hand back and held onto my wrist. She wasn’t pulling me away; it was as if she needed to hold onto something. Anything. That was when I realized her legs had stopped their restless movements. Everything had stopped.

“Breathe, baby. Breathe.”

She took in a deep gulp of air, and that was my signal to explore deeper. I parted the lips of her sex, and was rewarded with a beguiling bit of flesh that was eager for my touch. I brushed over her clit.

She stopped breathing again.

“Take a breath.”

She did.

I kissed my way up from her breast so that I could look in her eyes. Continuing my soft strokes over her sensitive flesh.

“Please let me taste you,” I begged as I searched her face.

She knew what I meant. I caught her clit between two of my fingers and gently squeezed.

“Oh, God. This is too good.”

“It’s only going to get better, Millie.” I brushed my thumb over her captive flesh and squeezed just a little more. She bucked up.

“Renzo! It’s too good.”

I grinned.

“It’s not even close. Let me undress you. Let me spread your legs and put my mouth on your pretty pink pussy. Let me taste and savor you.”

She was panting.