Fresh Temptation: Barboza Brothers, Book One (16 page)

When he pulled away, he
stroked her cheek and said, “Let’s get your luggage out of your
room now and put it in mine.”

Cara shyly bit her lip.
“Actually, do you think I could go to my room and freshen up for a
minute? I just want everything to be perfect.”

“Hmm.” Victor thought
about it for a second. “Fine. Whatever makes you comfortable. But I
have a request.”

“Okay…”

“There should be a robe in
your closet, compliments of the hotel. Wear it.” He gave her lips a
light kiss. “And nothing else.”

Cara’s eyes grew wide.
“Nothing else?”

“No,” he whispered. “Now
go in there and get ready. I’ll knock on your door in fifteen
minutes. Does that give you enough time?”

Cara swallowed, hard.
“Yeah. I think so.”

“Good.” He kissed her once
more then reached into his pocket for his key card. “Now, hurry.
I’ll be there in fifteen minutes. And I’m always prompt.” He
flashed one last smile then disappeared into his room.

Nervous, Cara fumbled in
her purse for the key.
Naked?
Completely
naked?
Hopefully we can leave the lights off
.

Ten minutes later, Cara
was drying herself off after the quickest shower of her lifetime.
She used the complimentary hair dryer to dry the wispy hairs that
had gotten damp in spite of her shower cap.

She took several deep
breaths to calm herself down. She wanted this, there was no
question about it. Being with him again was all she could think
about after their encounter on the plane earlier today. Maybe it
was the surprise of it all, or the fact that she was still mostly
clothed at the time, but now she felt a million times more
vulnerable. Tonight, she was the object of his desire, and she knew
it. The thought of it filled her with a mix of emotions ranging
from elation to dread. Hopefully once she was in his arms again,
the dread would disappear. Victor had made her feel beautiful
today. Who was she to tell him he was wrong?

Five minutes later, after
brushing her teeth and spritzing herself with just the right amount
of perfume, she heard a knock at the door.

She took another deep
breath then opened the closet door and reached for the robe. She
quickly slipped it on and tightened the belt around her waist,
tying a loose knot.

Cara turned off the light
switch and pulled the door open.

“Hello there,” she
said.

Victor unconsciously
licked his lips when he saw her. He had left his jacket and tie in
his room. His shirt was unbuttoned, exposing the thin T-shirt he
wore underneath.

He put his arms around her
back and kissed her as he walked her backward into the room until
the door slammed shut. Then he pulled away. “Wait. It’s too dark in
here.”

“No it’s not. There’s
plenty of light coming in from outside. The moon’s almost
full.”

“No, no, no. Don’t be one
of those women, Cara. I wanna see the beautiful body I’m about to
make love to.”

Cara tried to grin as
warmth rushed to her cheeks. “That’s really sweet. But I don’t feel
comfortable with the lights on.”

“But I’ve been looking
forward to this. I suppose we’ll have to compromise.” With a sigh,
he let her go and walked to the desk. “Here. A desk lamp.
Perfect.”

Suddenly, the small light
came on and the room was brighter.

“See?” he said. “It’s dim
enough for you and bright enough for me.”

“I don’t know…”

“Cara.” He came up to her
and put his arms around her, his hands sliding down to her butt
where he grabbed a chunk in each hand. “I can’t wait to see what’s
under that robe. Believe me, I won’t be disappointed.”

Cara swooned for a moment,
then caught herself. “I hope you’re right about that.”

With a resigned sigh, he
let go of her and sat at the foot of the bed. “All right,” he said.
“Now take off the robe.”

Every nerve in her body
tightened with fear. She could only stare down at the floor, unable
to speak.

“Cara.” He softened his
voice. “Please. Take it off. I’ve waited so long—”

Her voice was weak.
“That’s not true. We’ve only known each other a few
weeks.”

“Fine. Maybe it just feels
like that long because I’ve thought about you so much. Come
on,
querida
.” He
looked in her eyes with a pained expression. “Please, give me
this.”

“I can’t…”

“Yes, you can. One step at
a time. First, untie the belt…”

The first guy I’ve slept
with in four years wants to see me naked? I should’ve asked to
bring a bottle of rum back to my room.
She
closed her eyes and did as he requested, slowly untying the belt at
her waist and letting the ends dangle at her sides.

“Good.” Victor grinned.
“Now take each side of the robe and pull it away from your body.
Start with the right side, then the left.”

It had to be done. There
was no getting out of it, not now. She took a slow breath, closed
her eyes, and opened the right side of the robe, then the left, as
he instructed. A draft of air hit her naked flesh, making her
shiver.

An uncontrollable, eager
moan escaped Victor’s throat. He said, “Come here.”

She opened her eyes just
enough to see her way to the bed where he sat, shuffling along
until her knees touched his.

He reached around her,
hands sliding under the robe to the backs of her thighs, holding
her steady as he whispered, “I don’t know what you’re so worried
about.” He lightly kissed her stomach, nearly making her giggle.
“I’m so glad you’re mine tonight.”

Cara cried out in pleasure
and went weak at her knees when she felt the warmth of his lips
around her breast. When his tongue circled her nipple, her mouth
dropped open and she grabbed the back of his head, holding him
there. “Yes…yes.”

Victor spent a while
there, losing himself in the fullness of her breasts. His hands
slowly crept up her back until they arrived near her shoulders.
Then he stood up, kissing her lips to distract her while he gently
pulled at the arms of the robe.

She was too wrapped up in
his kiss to realize her only covering had fallen to the floor
behind her. When she shivered, he pulled her closer, crushing her
in a tight embrace to keep her warm.

Seconds later, he
surprised her by spinning her around to the bed. She had barely let
out a gasp when he hovered over her on his elbows, letting his body
weight rest lightly on top of her.

Victor nibbled her ear,
then her neck.

Cara whispered, “Why am I
the only one naked?”

He let out a playful moan.
“Because I’m your boss and I want you that way.” He kissed her
again before she could respond. As his tongue worked inside her
mouth, he reached down between their bodies to part her legs. His
fingers were bold, stroking her where she was wet and
swollen.

Cara’s thoughts about her
own body were completely replaced by thoughts about Victor’s. His
fingers, his tongue. The erection she could feel, rubbing against
her bare thigh. She reached down to cup him through the outside of
his pants but he immediately pushed her hand away.

“Not yet. I must do
something else first.” He sat up and launched himself off the
bed.

“What are you doing?” A
chill passed through her. She already missed the warmth of his body
lying against hers.

“Don’t worry. I can warm
you much better from down here.” Victor bent forward and slid his
hands under her thighs, pulling her to the edge of the bed. Then he
knelt on the floor.

Cara felt his tongue
against her lower lips before her mind could process what he meant.
Never had such intense pleasure flooded her being so quickly. There
was nothing else left in her world…only the feel of his tongue. She
shrieked and moaned. Her body writhed against him in an
uncontrollable rhythm, but his firm grip under her knees held her
just where he wanted her.

What he said about warming
her was absolutely true. She was so hot now, she imagined herself
melting right through the mattress. His tongue was everywhere at
once, touching her in ways she forgot existed. Her entire body
trembled with each lick until her mouth opened wide, filling the
room with the sounds of her climax.

As Cara lay still,
recovering, Victor stood up.

He wiped his mouth against
his long sleeve then reached inside his pocket for a condom. His
eyes went up and down her body, devouring her as he undressed. He
felt like he couldn’t get his clothes off fast enough.

Cara had finally caught
her breath when she opened her eyes and saw Victor, naked,
unrolling the condom. The sight renewed her energy. His body was
tight and athletic. His chest, smooth and perfectly toned. She
smiled up at him when he pulled her legs apart a little more and
leaned forward.

Victor intertwined his
fingers with hers and held her hands down on the bed as he slipped
inside of her.

Her head fell back as she
cried out in ecstasy. The louder she got, the faster he went,
driving himself deeper into her.

He waited for her eyes to
meet his. He could barely breathe as he said, “You’re so beautiful,
Cara.”

She could only stare up at
him, mesmerized. Watching his face grow more and more intense with
each stroke until he closed his eyes, grunting and gritting his
teeth as he came.

Victor soon lay alongside
her, catching his breath. “Ohhh…Cara…” He took a deep breath.
“Please…forgive me…”

“Forgive you?” Her
eyebrows furrowed as she watched his face. “For what?”

Another deep breath. “For
rushing you…into bed…couldn’t help myself…so beautiful…”

Cara was again rendered
speechless, wondering momentarily if Victor was a figment of her
imagination. She had never felt more desired in her entire life.
Letting his words sink in, she waited for his breathing to return
to normal, then she said, “You didn’t rush me, Victor. I wanted
this to happen.”

He brushed a lock of her
hair behind her ear. “Good. I know it’s fast. And I meant what I
said on the plane today. I really do want to get to know you
better.” He gave her a lopsided smile. “But you’re just too damn
tempting.” He cupped her cheek. “Too damn sexy.”

Instantly, Victor’s hand
slid to her hair, pulling her face to his for a kiss. He let her go
for a second and said, “I don’t know if I’m gonna get any sleep
tonight,”

When his lips returned,
Cara felt her body heat rise once again with the hope that neither
of them would sleep.

Tom Sutton rubbed his eyes
and looked up at the unfamiliar ceiling overhead. He was alone in
bed, the smell of fresh coffee wafting in to keep him
company.

He sat up, ready to go
downstairs to greet the lovely Patty when he heard the tapping of
tiny feet outside the door.

“Gwammah?” Isaac knocked.
“Gwammah you up?”

Tom winced. The last thing
he wanted was to confuse the cute little guy by walking out of his
grandma’s bedroom first thing in the morning.

“Isaac!” Tom heard Patty’s
voice call up the stairs. “Is that you I hear? Go back to your
room, sweetie. I have a surprise for you.”

Isaac said, “Mommy
up?”

Patty’s voice sounded
closer now. “No, sweetie, Mommy will be home tonight. Remember we
talked about this?”

“No.”

Patty sighed. “Yes you do.
Mommy had to work last night.”

Isaac whined and stomped
his foot. “
Mommy!
”

“Shh,” Patty said. “Look
what I have for you. A cinnamon roll.”

Isaac’s tone was instantly
happy. “
Ooh!”

“Now, I’ll give you this
but you need to be good, okay? Here. Go back to your room and I’ll
be there in a minute.”

A few seconds later, Patty
opened her bedroom door. “Good morning, handsome,” she
said.

Tom chuckled. “Good
morning, my dear.”

“This is for you.” She
handed him a hot cinnamon roll on a small plate, with a fork. “I
hope you like sweets for breakfast.”

Tom took the plate. “I
love them. How’d you sneak out of here and have time to do
this?”

With an air of false
humility, Patty brushed her hair off her shoulder and said, “A
woman has her ways.”

Tom thought back to recent
memories of the previous night. “Yes. She sure does.”

They shared a knowing look
and burst into laughter until Tom realized Isaac might hear. Then
he got quiet.

He gave Patty a kiss on
the cheek. “I’m sorry. I’ll have to eat and run. I don’t want your
grandson to catch me here.”

“Oh, I can take care of
him. Don’t worry about that.”

“I really do have to go.
I’m sorry. I have some important business to take care of and it
can’t wait any longer. I wish it could.” He let out a wistful sigh.
“Oh, I wish it could.”