Blood in the Valencian Soil (Secrets of Spain) by Caroline Angus Baker Read Free Book Online

view.”
    “I’m already enjoying the view,” he whispered.
    Luna’s hand fumbled to get the door open, and the two of them stumbled into the dark room. Having his body against hers sent a deep ache through her, an ache she hadn’t felt in a long time, and she realised how desperately she missed it. She didn’t even know this man, yet he set her on fire. The last time she had felt like this, she had only been a girl, awakened by the man who would become her husband. Her husband.
    “Wait,” she stumbled, and pulled her body from his. They were entangled in a frenzied fumble of hands and mouths, and it was too much. When did she become this woman? This weakling who couldn’t decide what to do? Luna was n’t soft, she was fiery. For almost three long years she had been a quiet, prim and proper mother of two. For almost three years, her risk-taking nature had been suppressed by pain, and it saw an opportunity to be wild and stupid. So why couldn’t she just take it?
    Cayetano stood with his fists clenched for a moment and tried to maintain some level of composure. “I’m sorry,” he said through a deep breath. “I am. If you want me to leave…”
    “I don’t know what I want,” she replied. She was in danger of being swept away by him, and maybe that was what she wanted. “But I’d like to find out what I want.”
    Cayetano stepped forward and brought her back into his embrace. He wasn’t about to screw up his night of guilty pleasure. This wasn’t cheap sex, they had spoken of seduction, and that was what he wanted. It had been so long since Luna had felt a kiss from a man; he knew that. He had to be soft yet strong, gentle and firm, loving and passionate, all at once. He wanted to touch her until she felt dizzy, as if she would to melt into him. He brought her lips to his, a sincere and resounding kiss, and when their lips parted she gasped for air. Kisses and cava, an intoxicating combination. She wanted to be seduced tonight. He held her against him and kissed her again, eager to taste her supple lips that were happy to accept his affection, happy to surrender to what he wanted to give her. She felt vulnerable in his arms, and he didn’t dare to push her further than she could handle. Her hands dropped the buttons of his jacket, and Cayetano felt a jab of need shoot through him. She wanted to undress him, and God, he wanted that himself.
    Luna felt overpowered by the situation she found herself in, and she didn’t care. She was dizzy on the sensations of his warm body against hers. She held her breath when she felt him unzip her dress, and the blue fabric pooled around her feet on the floor. The cold, lonely voices in her head were lost to the heat her body experienced against the bare flesh of another person. She had thought that she would never feel like that again. When you meet the love of your life, you don’t move on from that. Luna wasn’t the girl she once was, she was now a woman who yearned for the physical power of a man. All of her senses took the man in, one urge at a time. Her eyes drifted from his, down to just below his right shoulder to a huge, violent scar that disfigured his skin. Her hand instinctively went to the wound and followed its lines over his defined chest, further and further down his body. It was a horrific injury once. Luna’s hands stopped when they reached the button on his trousers, but she knew the scar went further, and she wanted to see all of him.
    Cayetano watched as her ice-blue eyes came back to meet his. The look on her face suggested she had abandoned her guard. “Indulge me,” she murmured.
    With one quick sweep, he picked her up in his arms and carried her over to the bed. He wanted her, even still half-dressed that was obvious, but there was no rush. There was so much to touch, so much to elicit. He gave her a slow and powerful kiss when she began to undo his trousers. While she seemed ready for the passion he could show her, she was still as stunned