While his fingers stayed busy, his tongue licked the underside of her breast and his teeth nibbled at the soft skin.
“Please,” she whispered, trying to guide his mouth to her nipples, begging him to pull one into his mouth.
“This is what you want.” His breath feathered across the straining peaks. He knew very well what she wanted, but he wouldn’t give it to her. He flicked his tongue across the tips, teasing, drawing out the torment. “Hmm…?”
Sabrina let out a cry of frustration. “No. Suck. Please.” She pulled his head down and arched her body up to him.
She was so hot, so out of control, that when he sucked her breast into his mouth and gently bit down, pleasure shot straight to her loins. Her hips shot up off the bed and his fingers plunged deeper inside of her. He pumped them in and out. She clutched onto his head and fell apart. Wave after wave of pleasure rocked her. She panted, gasping his name and grinding her hips into his hand until the powerful reaction subsided.
Her breathing had just returned to normal when Renaldo curved an arm behind her knee and lifted her left leg. The swollen head of his erection pressed to the wetness between her thighs before his body seized hers. At their joining, a tortured moan escaped her throat, and the juices of her arousal eased the way as he began to move with deep, hard strokes. They stared into each other’s eyes. Each thrust jerked her back on the bed, and her body trembled at the pleasure he delivered, clasped him, dragging him deeper into the satin walls.
The feverish arch of her neck was a temptation Renaldo couldn’t resist. He traced the length of it, alternating between moist kisses and tender flicks of his tongue. Dipping his head lower, he showered her breasts with attention that caused them to ache and tingle all over again. His tongue licked, and his lips sucked, inflicting a sensual torment on the tender nipples as he continued to move inside of her.
Her arms wound around his neck. “Yes…” She held on tight, the provocative motion of skin against skin escalating the pleasure.
Sabrina’s mouth moved to his throat, tasting his skin and running her hands across his broad back. She massaged the hard muscles, moving lower to grip his buttocks as pressure mounted inside of her. He never failed to satisfy, and she knew it wouldn’t be long before she was crying out his name again.
Renaldo placed his thumb on the knot of nerves at her feminine core, circling and rubbing and sending her excitement spiraling higher. She made small, helpless sounds until she could no longer stand it. The clitoral stimulation created a strangle hold on her vocal chords. She was unable to breathe, unable to make a sound, until the orgasm powered through her, forcing the air from her lungs and her body to shudder. Raw, unadulterated pleasure tore a cry from her throat.
His hips bucked relentlessly against hers as she rode out the storm, her muscles contracting to hold him prisoner. He reached the pinnacle and grunted, her name a pained sound on his lips, his breath flitting over her collarbone. Their bodies shuddered against each other in a mutual climax.
Afterward, they held on tight. Neither wanting to let go.
* * * *
Sabrina was alone in the bed. When her eyes adjusted to the dark, she turned over and saw Renaldo seated in the chair. He was still naked, and he was looking at her.
“Renny?”
“Go back to sleep, Sabrina.” His voice sounded odd, and her heart grieved because she knew that what he felt at that moment was because of her.
Did he regret their lovemaking?
Excruciating sadness filled her. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
He didn’t answer.
She rolled back over on her side. She couldn’t blame him for needing the distance. How would she feel if he’d done to her what she’d done to him?
The other side of the bed depressed when he lay down. She wanted to reach out and touch him, but she didn’t think he’d allow it. The physical and emotional distance was too much to bear after what they’d just shared.
She was about to get up when his arm settled on her waist. It took her by surprise. She waited, holding her breath, hoping he’d draw her closer. There was still so much space between them. Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore. She turned in his arms and wedged her leg between his hair-roughened thighs. He didn’t move, and since he didn’t reject her, she snuggled closer.
When his arms tightened around her, she sighed with relief. It felt good to be held. It felt good to smell his musky male scent and feel his naked skin against hers. This was what she’d missed for weeks, ached for in the darkness of her apartment alone at night.
“I’m not offering you anything,” he said.
“I know.”
But what he said wasn’t entirely true. She had this, and she’d take it. Lying here in his arms was something, when for weeks she’d had nothing when he cut her off. No kiss, not the touch of his hand, not even the sound of his voice—nothing.
She was content for now.
* * * *
In the kitchen, Renaldo wrote a note to Vera for when she stopped by later. His body was sore after the jolt in yesterday’s crash, but he wasn’t in such bad shape he couldn’t go to work. He’d wanted to stay in bed with Sabrina, but he had too much to get done.
He lifted the glass dome of the dish on the counter and chose one of the homemade pastries. He bit into it before pouring himself a cup of coffee. This was a typical breakfast. Neither he nor Sabrina was big on eating early in the morning during the week. They either had one of Vera’s delicious creations or picked up something on the way into the office. On Sundays, Vera prepared a large meal, which they ate after sleeping in. They took their time while reviewing the paper and discussing the current state of the economy.
At least they used to, before she’d destroyed what they had.
Sipping his coffee, Renaldo stared at what he’d written, not really seeing the words. All he saw was Sabrina, lying in bed as he dressed this morning. They’d made love so many different ways, almost all night long. He kept reaching for her and she never once refused.
In one night he’d tried to make up for all the weeks she’d been missing from his bed. Tonight he planned to continue on the same course. Eventually, his appetite for her should wane. At least that’s what he told himself, because their living together was short term. He had to get her out of his system at some point.
“Good morning.”
Her soft voice interrupted his thoughts. She stood in the doorway wearing only his shirt. Posing was a more appropriate word, because she leaned against the doorjamb and had one knee bent in a relaxed, sexy pose. What a sight she was.
How many pieces of lingerie did she own? Some she’d bought, many he’d purchased for his own enjoyment. But nothing could compare to the sight of her in his white shirt. She looked content, like a woman who had been made love to all night—and enjoyed every minute of it.
She’d told him once that when she wore his shirts, she preferred that there be no barrier between her skin and the shirt, because it had been next to his skin. If she was of the same mind, that meant she wasn’t wearing any panties right now. His mouth went dry at the thought, and he slowly placed his coffee cup on the counter.
“I thought you’d already gone to work.” She’d obviously just taken a shower because he smelled the fragrant soap, and her hair had curled up into tighter ringlets from the steam.
“I’ll be leaving soon.”
“Maybe you should stay home today and get some rest.”
He’d never get any rest if he stayed here with her. Rest was the last thing on his mind when he looked at her. As if he hadn’t already licked and kissed every inch of flesh the night before, he longed to do it again and he felt his body react, wanting more.
“I have too much to do.”
Disappointment filled her eyes. “Would you like me to come in later?”
“No. You stay home and rest.” His voice was firm.
“Stay with me.” Heat spiked in his blood. What a tempting, unexpected offer.
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She came across the room to him, her eyes sultry, her hips swinging from side to side in that exaggerated way he liked. She was a temptation he couldn’t resist. Uma sedutora.
He caught her by the neck and she moaned, closing her eyes, as if that single touch could give her an orgasm. He imagined she was already wet for him. He put his hands between her legs and found she was. Her breath hitched as he fingered her, stroking the drenched, throbbing flesh.
Renaldo lowered his head and kissed her mouth, claiming the softness of her lips. His arm slipped down to her waist and anchored her to him. She wrapped her arms around him while he continued the intimate caress.
“I know what you need.”
“You,” she breathed.
She was on fire, and the flame of her desire scorched him and made him burn out of control for her, as well.
Renaldo removed his hand from between her thighs and lifted her onto the island.
“Yes,” she encouraged, her voice shaky. She already knew what he was about to do. She leaned back on her elbows and without the need for instruction settled her legs onto his shoulders.
A sound like weeping came from her throat when he lowered his head between her legs.
He never grew tired of the scent of her arousal. “I love how you smell when you want me,” he said, letting his warm breath whisper across her skin.
He’d lost his appetite for the pastries. He’d rather eat her.
Renaldo covered her glistening sex with his mouth and used his tongue to lave the saturated flesh. Circling and licking, feeding the greedy demon inside him that seemed to never get enough of her. His hands massaged her breasts, squeezing them together and letting his thumbs skate across the rigid nipples.
Gasping cries filled the room, turning him on beyond the point of return.
Tastes so good.
His shaft elongated and became as rigid as a pole as he continued to eat his fill from the heart of her. He peeled back the petals of her womanhood with his thumbs and indulged his appetite. Licking with his tongue. Tugging with his lips.
“Oh God…yes…yes…Renny…”
Panting hard, she dissolved into a series of spasms, coming on his tongue. He continued to lick and probe, holding her legs apart, refusing to stop until he’d had enough. He didn’t have enough until another orgasm crashed through her, her cries bouncing off the walls of the kitchen. Only after her tremors subsided did he finally let her go.
Sabrina lay collapsed on the island, sated. But he knew his wife well, and she wouldn’t be completely satisfied until he was inside of her. Neither would he.
Renaldo pushed the shirt out of the way and kissed his way up the middle of her torso. With one smooth movement, he swept her limp body into his arms.
From the time he’d started working with his father in real estate, punctuality had been instilled in him. So much so, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d gone to work late. But for the first time in years, he did.
Three hours late.
* * * *
Sabrina awoke slowly, yawned, and stretched. She turned onto her back and felt a bit of disappointment at the empty space beside her on the bed. She’d known Renaldo planned to go to work, but she’d hoped he wouldn’t.
She got out of bed and put on the discarded shirt she’d been wearing when he brought her back upstairs. It smelled like him and the cool, light scent of his cologne. If she couldn’t have him there with her, this would have to do.
After climbing back into the bed, Sabrina wrapped her arms around the pillow he’d slept on. It smelled like him, too.
She didn’t want to overanalyze the situation, but she desperately wanted to know what the renewed intimacy between her and Renaldo meant.
I’m not offering you anything, he’d said.
So was he only using her to satisfy a biological need, with the scare they’d received yesterday serving as a catalyst? Or was there something more meaningful at work? She’d like to think it was the latter, because her feelings certainly hadn’t changed.
She closed her eyes and squeezed the pillow tighter. She whispered the words she longed to say again, but he refused to believe because of what she’d done.
“I love you.”
Chapter Eleven
Renaldo watched his sisters traipse into his office. Unexpected visits from them were not unusual. They knew he would drop just about anything for them.
“Have the two of you ever heard of knocking?” he asked, unable to resist needling them.
Beatrisa waved away his comment. “Knocking is for strangers. We’re family.”
Both women were attractive and had long black hair, but ever since they were children, Carolina had been called “the pretty one.”
It was both a blessing and a curse. She was seldom taken seriously because of her beauty, but at the same time it afforded her advantages, allowing her to glide through life with very few repercussions for her actions.
She’d done some local modeling for several years, with the hope of becoming the next Gisele Bündchen. Apparently, the world didn’t need another Gisele, because after a time the modeling jobs dried up.
This provided Renaldo with the perfect opportunity to advise her that good looks could only take her so far and convince her to get an education. He’d paid for her to attend Universidade de São Paulo to pursue a degree in International Relations. She had one year left, and after she completed her studies, he had a position waiting for her at SDG.
To Beatrisa’s credit, the attention Carolina received never seemed to bother her. At twenty-seven, she had looked out for her younger sibling in a motherly manner, even though only three years separated them. She did the same to Renaldo, which amused him, since he was the oldest. Her habit of taking care of others and ignoring her own needs had compelled her to keep a terrible secret until a couple of years ago—that her husband had been beating her.
“I didn’t know the rules.” Renaldo rose to his feet. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” They both came around the desk to greet him with a kiss and then settled into chairs on the opposite side.
“We’re here because of the voicemails you left us about your reconciliation with Sabrina.”
“I’ve told you everything you need to know in the voicemail. I’ve never discussed my relationships with you, and I don’t intend to start now. Did the two of you only drop by to question me about my personal life?”
“She dragged me here,” Carolina announced. She flicked her raven mane over one shoulder.
“Kicking and screaming, no doubt.” Renaldo settled into his seat.
“I only brought it up because I was wondering if she’ll be at Leonardo’s party in Rio next weekend,” Beatrisa said.
Leonardo da Silva, their cousin, was combining his birthday party with a farewell party since he was moving back to the United States in a few months with his family after his third child was born.
“Why does it matter?”
“Because she wants to invite Ana Isa to the celebration,” Carolina supplied.
His sister’s answer took him by surprise. He hadn’t seen Ana Isa in a few years. She was a friend of the family and currently resided in Rio de Janeiro. They’d dated briefly, but her lack of goals had been a turn-off, and he’d ended their relationship. “Now why would you do that?”
“Trying to play matchmaker.”
“I can speak for myself.” Beatrisa cast a furious glance in her sister’s direction. “I thought it might be good for you to revisit some old ideas, that’s all.”
“If I need to, I can find my own dates.”
“I know, but Ana Isa is so nice, and she still asks about you.”
“In that case, you definitely shouldn’t have invited her. It will only get her hopes up.” Renaldo was quickly losing his patience with the conversation. “I told you before I didn’t care for her.”
Beatrisa shrugged. “You never know what could happen, Renaldo. Things may not work out between you and Sabrina. If you do
n’t like Ana Isa, I have a few other friends I could suggest. One just as career-minded as you.”
His sister could be such a busybody. “No, thank you.”
“Have you been listening to him?” Caroline asked. “He’s not interested.”
“I’m only looking out for your best interest.” Beatrisa sniffed. “Maybe Sabrina is different, but I was surprised you chose to marry a North American. Look at how they behave on their reality shows. And they make fun of our telenovelas! At least our shows are scripted, but theirs are real. Fighting, lying—so much drama and childish behavior. It’s disgusting.” She wrinkled her nose.
“They’re not all like that,” said Carolina. “Just like not all Brazilians are beautiful, even though that’s the stereotype.”
Renaldo sighed. His sisters meant well, but this conversation was definitely over. “That’s enough. I don’t want you, or you—” he shot a look at Carolina who held up her hands defensively “—to set me up with anyone. I’ve never needed help in that department, and I don’t now. My wife is not going anywhere.” His own vehemence surprised him.
“Fine,” Beatrisa said. “I was only trying to help. I’m offering you a backup plan.”
“I don’t need a backup plan. This is no longer open for discussion.”
Beatrisa clamped her mouth shut. Renaldo knew her well enough to know she only got quiet because she didn’t want to upset him. He had helped her out when she left her husband two years ago.
He’d been furious when he found out what had been going on. After he had a long “talk” with her husband, he moved her and her children into an apartment complex not far from where he lived. After months of training, he’d hired her to manage one of his properties. Because she no longer feared having the ability to support herself and her two small children, she gained the confidence she needed and eventually filed for a divorce.
“You always go too far,” Carolina said to her sister.
Beatrisa shot her a hard look and rose to her feet. “I hope you’re not too upset with me, Renaldo.” Her gaze cautiously sought his.
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