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

as him at the spontaneous emotions that they invoked in each other. He felt her tremble as his hands ran over her skin and curved in between her legs, and she cried out through their hungry kiss. He knew that he should slow down, but the awakening she brought in him must have rushed through her as well, and any rational thought was long gone. Her hands were on his body, curving over him, and the way she touched told him how much she wanted him. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her. She was no shrinking violet.
    Cayetano took his time with Luna, despite the mutual craving they felt. She wanted to be indulged, to be seduced, and yet that was what she was doing to him. He was being swept away by the power of a woman he didn’t know. She had been blown into his life, and that only served to make it more eruptive. Cayetano had taken many lovers in his time, but none of them had sent such a message of desire through his veins as Luna did. The patient and sensitive nature to their passion defined the night in his mind forever. It was a powerful and satisfying seduction. He was so exultant he would have forgotten his own name if Luna hadn’t called it out. The desperate way she struggled to breathe when they moved together made him shiver. The way she dug his fingernails into his skin sent excitement through him. The way she curved her legs around his, and held on to him when they rocked against each other delighted him. Luna wanted the night of guilty pleasure as much as Cayetano did, and it shattered every sense in his body when they worked their way over the edge of satisfaction together.
     
    The whispers of morning light had come in the window when Cayetano woke. It had been a long time since he stayed all night with a woman. Usually he found an excuse and left, but after he had made love to Luna, he simply didn’t want to go. He had sat up on one elbow, and listened to her while she spoke to him. His hands continued to trace along the inside of her leg during the light and intimate conversation.  He had fallen asleep when the exhaustion of their union had taken its toll. It was not the night for him to be up late – in fact, it was now early morning and his world would be wondering where he was. He jolted awake when his body realised where he was, and in the process, he had woken the sleeping beauty in his arms.
    “I’m sorry,” he said in her ear. “I have to go, preciosa.”
    “Oh,” Luna said, and sat up, and held the sheet against her chest. “ Of course, yes.”
    “I have to go to work.” Cayetano sat up next to her. “I must be running late already. Sorry.”
    “No, it’s fine,” she stuttered. “You go.”
    Cayetano ran his hand against her cheek and cupped her face in his hand. “It isn’t because I want to leave, I promise you.”
    “It’s no problem,” she smiled. “We don’t have to pretend this is any more than it is. You should go and do what to you need to do.”
    “It’s not what I want to do,” he whispered, and brought his lips to hers. The second they touched he felt the power of their connection again. The way her kiss seared into him made him ache. He didn’t want to go anywhere. His hand drifted away from her face, and took the sheet from her fingers, and let it fall so his hand could touch her body. His fingers grazed past a nipple as his hand clutched at her breast, and he knew he wasn’t going anywhere. Before he knew it, they were in the bed again, entangled in each other. He could swear that tears were going to come to his eyes. Inside this hotel room was a stolen season of life. No one would ever know what happened, and he could forever enjoy the astonishing moment of raw passion he felt for this woman. To hell with work. To hell with obligation. Pleasure was as fragile as glass. Like glass, this spell had to be broken, and they both knew it.

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    Valencia, España ~ agosto de 2009
     
    No matter how smooth the train trip from Madrid to Valencia was, Luna thought