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Then he hit his bed with a knee, placed me in it, his body landed on mine, but he reached out a long arm to turn on the light.
He looked down at me, smoothing my curls away from my face with both of his hands, and that proud, possessive look was again on his.
“You should know, that was the best date I ever had, Javier Montoya,” I whispered, running my hands up the material covering his back. “Thank you.”
Golden flames lit in his eyes right before he kissed me.
This kiss was not hungry or decadent.
It was soft and sweet, like he was sharing his gratitude in reply.
Oh man, if he didn’t stop being so…Javi, I wasn’t going to be able to do this without bawling.
Fortunately, he stopped being that brand of Javi and became the hot brand of Javi as the kissed changed, grew deeper, greedy.
I matched it, yanking his shirt from his trousers and diving in at the back.
He slid his lips down the line of my neck, down my chest, along the material at the bodice, which meant over the inside of the swell of my breast.
I pulled one of my hands out of his shirt so I could slide my fingers into his thick, soft hair to encourage him to keep going.
He didn’t.
He trailed his lips up my throat, over my chin, and back to mine.
We necked. We touched. It was leisurely. It was exploratory.
Javi’s lips were back on my chest when he suddenly veered left, taking the material with him, and then his mouth closed around my nipple.
Unexpected fire bolted through my lady parts.
Oh God.
“Javi,” I breathed.
He worked it with the tip of his tongue.
I already knew he had a strong tongue, but, dang.
He nipped it gently with his teeth.
God!
My body jolted, that felt so good.
“Javi,” I gasped.
He rolled to his back, taking me with him, his fingers moving to the zip at the side of my dress.
It came down at the same time he flicked the hook and eye.
When I felt my dress release, I sat up and tugged it off.
Eyes to my body, Javi’s expression grew ravenous as he sat up, tearing at the buttons of his cuffs.
Thankfully, he got them undone in short order, and didn’t bother with the buttons at the front. He just put his hands behind his neck and wrenched up with such force, I feared he’d tear that fantastic shirt.
Then his miles of beautiful brown skin, the bulges and indents of his muscles hit my vision, and I didn’t think any more about his shirt.