Chica Bella by Carly Fall Read Free Book Online

it reached the hem of her sundress. She felt the breeze from the fan as the dress came up her thigh. His hand cupped her left buttock.
    “Sweet Jesus, Maya,” his voice whispered in desperation as his hand slipped up to her lower back. “You’re going commando, honey. Are you trying to kill me?”
    Maya’s confidence soared. She enjoyed the sexual power she held over him, but she didn’t abuse it, always giving just as much as she received.
    Her dress slowly come up, his lips disengaged from her neck as he brought it over her head. Standing before him naked, she was sexy, as well as vulnerable.
    Reaching forward, she undid the buttons of his shirt. His breath came in short spurts as he looked at her.
    “Look at you,” he said, as he pushed her hair over her shoulder. “You are so beautiful.”
    “Landon.” She couldn’t say much more as the shirt glided down his arm and dropped to the floor. She let her hands roam over his hard chest, feeling the slightly raised bumps of his scars.
    She imagined what had caused the scars, and she got angry at the violence that had made them, and tearful in the fact he had been hurt. She kept staring at them, rubbing her hand over the little bumps.
    “Maya.”
    She looked up into his eyes.
    “Please. Don’t. Come back to here and now and be with me,” he said huskily. “I need you, chica bella .”
    “What were you doing when you got this?”
    He closed his eyes and shook his head. “It doesn’t matter now, Maya.”
    Opening his eyes, he met her gaze, and she recognized he was right. It had happened, and what had caused the scars was irrelevant. What was important was that she had the man she loved before her, in one piece, and he was more than ready to love her back.
    “You’ll tell me later,” she said quietly, pressing her mouth to the middle of the rough area. She let her tongue glide over the scars in a slow circle, and then circle around his nipple.
    “God, Maya,” he breathed.
    His heart thudded beneath her hand, and a slight sheen of sweat covered his body. As she let her hands roam on his chest, his flat stomach, up the muscles of his strong smooth back, she knew her idea of keeping a little bit of her heart out of the picture was useless. Landon owned her heart, as well as her soul, and there was nothing she could do about it.

 
     
    Chapter Thirteen
     
     
    Landon picked up Maya and gently laid her out on the bed.
    Sweet Jesus, Joseph, and Mary. Seeing her made him certain that there was a God, and based on the ugliness he had seen, he had sometimes doubted it.
    He eased himself on top of her, and kissed her hungrily. Her hands traveled over his chest again, making their way to his belt. He grabbed them and slowly brought them over her head, trapping them there.
    “I want to touch you,” she breathed against his mouth.
    “Me first.”
    He peppered her throat with easy kisses down to her collarbone as he gently massaged her left breast. When he was finished with her neck, he let his tongue swirl her taunt nipple, then lightly suckled it.
    “ Mierda ,” she whispered. He smiled to himself as he looked up at her face. Her eyes were closed, and her hands were above her head where he had left them. He loved it when she swore during sex. He didn’t know why, but it was a complete turn-on for him.
    Like he needed to be anymore turned on where Maya was concerned.
    He made his way over to her right breast, flicking her nipple with his tongue, watching her breath hitch as he did so.
    He blazed a trail of kisses down to her navel, and he moved over to her hipbone. As he got closer to her core, he smelled her arousal, which only jacked him up even more. He bent her knee up and kissed her inner thigh, deciding a little more self-torture would do him good before he dived into his special treat.
    “ Carajo ,” she said loudly when his tongue found its way to her swollen, wet center.
    He groaned as he tasted her. She was simply delicious. He licked, swirled his