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on the chair, then removed his underwear and stood facing her. They watched each other. Both naked, aroused, expectant.

      His sturdy male body and the raw strength it implied appealed to her in a way she couldn’t begin to articulate or even understand.

      But why should she? She didn’t need to analyze everything and understand it. She didn’t need to figure out how it all fit together.

      “You see the world differently than other people.”

      Amado’s low voice crept into her ear.

      She blinked. “How?” Could he read her thoughts?

      She felt naked. She was naked.

      He stroked her chin. “You don’t see only the surface of things. You see inside them, too.”

      “I’m not so sure. I don’t see inside you.”

      His dark eyes fixed on hers.

      “Yes, you do.”

      She frowned. What did he think she was thinking? Should she ask? Her heart beat faster.

      But she didn’t get a chance to ask because Amado’s bold mouth covered hers in a swift and forceful kiss.

      At the same time, he swept her into his arms as if she weighed nothing and laid her on the duvet.

      She sank into the thick, soft surface and Amado climbed over her. For a second, she wondered if he’d part her legs and enter her, and her belly tightened with a mix of fear and anticipation.

      But he didn’t. He stretched himself out alongside her, skin to skin, his flat stomach against her hip, his long, hard thighs against hers, his muscled arm holding her close.

      “Welcome home.” He nuzzled her ear and kissed her neck.

      Susannah’s eyes widened as a powerful and deeply strange sensation flooded her.

      Welcome home? What a weird thing to say. Still, no reason to get all worked up. It was probably his shtick for the tourists. It wasn’t like he actually meant it.

      “Your brain is so busy,” he whispered. “Sometimes you just have to be.”

      “To be what?” Her brain raced faster.

      “You.”

      “And who’s that?”

      He kissed her ear, his warm breath sending shivers of heat dancing through her. “Just you.”

      His gaze shone black in the scant silver moonlight creeping in around the draperies. “Your mouth.” He licked her lips, left them cool and humming.

      “Your neck.” He bit it gently, a careful vampire.

      “Your chest.” He brushed her breast with his cheek, then sucked each nipple in turn.

      “Your stomach.” He blew hot air on her skin, making it shiver. Then he licked around her belly button and grazed her skin with his teeth. For a second, her womb seemed to yearn toward him and Susannah almost cried out from the odd and powerful sensation.

      Maybe Suki was right to warn her about Argentine men. She’d never experienced anything like this before. Her previous sexual experience was a series of quick and embarrassed fumbles by comparison.

      And they hadn’t even done anything yet.

      “Stop thinking.”

      Her insides contracted again, and ripples of pleasure washed through her.

       What is this man doing to me?

      He parted her legs and lowered his mouth between her thighs. He licked and sucked until her hips rose off the mattress and a high-pitched moan escaped her mouth.

      Her eyes flew open and she glanced down to see his gaze gleaming in the moonlight.

      “Just let go and be. With me.” His voice rasped, husky. His hair fell to his eyes, which fixed on her, dark slits of passion.

      Already half insane with arousal, Susannah wriggled against him, enjoying the sensation of his hot, hungry mouth on her flesh. Fierce contractions rocked her, starting from his tongue—like the plug in an electric socket—and surging through her entire body in waves. They flung her against the bed where she cried out, again and again, as Amado moved his mouth over her, rocking her deeper into the crazy otherworld where there was no thought, only fierce and overwhelming pleasure.

      Howling outside the windows penetrated her consciousness as her shuddering body collapsed back against the hot duvet.

      “What’s that?” she gasped.

      “The dogs.” Amado grinned. “They want to know what all the fuss is about.”

      Her hand flew to her mouth. She could hear them yowling outside the window. “Did I make that much noise?”

      “Yes.” He nuzzled her neck, his pleasure at her abandon written all over his face. “But don’t start thinking now.”

      “I don’t know what…I’ve never…” Susannah frowned. Stray energy still whipped through her in uneven bursts.

      “You never had an orgasm?”

      “Is that what this is?”

      Amado grinned. “Sure is. Feels good, huh?”

      Susannah nodded.

      Amado bent down and kissed her belly, which contracted tightly as his lips touched her. “You’re sensitive.” He looked up, eyes shining. “Very responsive.”

      He leaned away from her and she heard him rip something. He turned and rolled a condom over his impressive erection. Susannah blinked.

      He was so…matter-of-fact about it. Unembarrassed. Like this was a normal, everyday thing to do.

      Maybe it was, for him.

      He climbed over her and her skin tingled as he hovered above her. He nuzzled her neck again—how she loved that—and breathed in her ear. “You feel more than other people. That’s why you think too much. But it’s okay to simply feel.”

      Susannah swallowed. Her brain wanted to make sense of his words but her body was utterly focused on Amado. He entered her in a single swift motion that pushed her into the soft mattress.

      So aroused already, she couldn’t stop herself from climaxing again immediately. Tremors rippled through her. She could hear the sounds she was making, but she couldn’t do anything about them. Couldn’t prevent her arms from winding around his powerful torso and clutching him close.

      “Oh, Amado.” She heard herself cry out his name as he moved inside her. He thrust into her, gentle, then harder, slow, then fast. Taking his time, then rushing until she climaxed again—and again—totally unable to control the spasm of her muscles and the shivering sneezes of sensation that racked her body.

      She took him deeper, pleading with him in Spanish and in English and several other languages to take her and love her and hold her and make her his. To go faster and rougher and harder and…

      Amado shouted as he climaxed. She opened her eyes in time to see his face in tortured ecstasy. He held her so tight she could barely breathe and they crashed into the mattress together with force. He panted, hugging her to him, moaning, as he throbbed inside her.

      “Por amor.” His breath rasped against her ear.

      Susannah blinked, blinded by even the tiny slivers of moonlight that played across the walls. Love?

      It was probably just an expression. She didn’t know Argentine idioms.

      Besides, her mind didn’t seem to work too well anymore. She was all body. All sensation, all touch and lick and soft, pliant wetness.

      Amado’s head lay on her chest—he appeared to have collapsed from exhaustion, but she could see his eyes on her, wide

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