Spring Equinox: Celestial Seductions, Book 2 (7 page)

“Anything, Rafael.”

She meant it. She would do anything for him right now.

His arm tightened around her as he pulled her ass higher, spread her legs wider with his knees. Carlos reached for her, his hand on her cheek, pulling her face down to kiss her. She felt Rafael’s latex-covered cock at her entrance and surged into his body.

“Ah, good girl, Isabella,” he said quietly, and his words sent a thrill through her.

She was drenched, ready, wanting.

In one smooth motion he was inside her. She gasped.

“God, Rafael…”

Then he was fucking her, one hard, pummeling thrust after another, as though he needed to fuck her harder than Carlos had. She didn’t mind. She wanted it, wanted him, deep inside her body. It was all too good—Rafael’s cock sliding in and out of her, pleasure thrumming in her pussy, reverberating through her. Carlos was holding her face in his hands, kissing her hard, his mouth wet and hot. When Rafael’s hand came around to pinch her clit, she came once more in a blinding flash. Lights blazed behind her closed eyes, pleasure a roar in her body—her sex, her breasts, her mind, until she couldn’t see, couldn’t think.

Rafael kept pumping into her, driving her climax on.

“Have to fuck you, Isabella. Fuck you hard. Yes…”

He thrust hard, harder, nearly bruising her, and Carlos pulled away. It was just her and Rafael, their bodies fused by desire, a searing pleasure, and something deeper neither wanted to admit to.

“I’m coming, Isabella…my Isabella. Ah…”

Yes, yours.

He tensed for one lovely moment, and she sensed his orgasm, suspended between them. Then she tightened the walls of her pussy, squeezing his cock. And he came, gasping, her name tumbling from his mouth in a low, guttural murmur.

“Isabella, Isabella, Isabella…”

Tears gathered behind her eyes. She didn’t understand why.

His.

How could she even think that? At this moment, with another man in bed with them?

She didn’t regret it. But somehow, with Carlos there with them, she felt more than ever that she belonged with Rafael. Belonged
to
him. Absolutely inarguable now.

Rafael moved off her and laid down, pulled her into his arms, kissed her face, over and over.

They were both panting, still, covered in sweat.

She felt the bed dip, and Carlos was there, dressed, one knee on the edge of the mattress. She hadn’t even been aware of him getting up.

“I’ll leave you two,” he said quietly. “Thank you, Isabel, for a most amazing night.”

“Carlos…”

“No, it’s fine. I’m fine. Wonderful. You’re wonderful. But you’re his, aren’t you? I could see it the moment I saw the two of you together. Tonight was a gift.”

“For me, too, Carlos,” she told him.

He smiled, leaned in and kissed her cheek.

“Sleep well, my friends.”

“You, too, Carlos,” Rafael said. She could hear the sleep already in his voice.

As Carlos closed the door behind him, she snuggled into Rafael’s sleepy embrace.

He stroked her hair, whispered to her, “Do you need to talk, Isabella? About what just happened with Carlos?”

“No, I’m fine. More than fine. I just want to rest now. I just want to be here with you.”

“Ah, good. This is exactly where I want you to be.”

He pulled her closer, kissed the top of her head, raised her chin with his fingertips to kiss her mouth.

She thought she’d lie awake, thinking over the events of the evening, but she was too warm and comfortable where she was. Rafael’s arms were strong around her. Comforting. She felt cradled. Soothed. Safe. And as she drifted off to sleep, she realized she’d never felt truly safe with anyone else. And may never again.

It was only him. Rafael.

She knew now exactly what she wanted.

Chapter Seven

Rafael woke to the familiar, muted white roar of the ocean outside his windows, the orange glow of the sun just beginning to rise filtering through the slats of the wooden shutters at the windows. And the scent of Isabel all over him.

Isabella.

His Isabella.

There was no question for him now. Something had happened the night before. He didn’t understand why it had taken for Carlos to be there with them for him to realize how necessary this woman was to him.

He wasn’t jealous of Carlos. It was only her body he’d had. And they’d created a wonderful, sensual experience together. He felt the connection between Isabel and himself was deeper than ever. Unless he was being a fool, blinded by his own feelings for her, feelings he could no longer deny or fight. He’d always felt that he was a confident, self-assured person. In control. But Isabella…this woman had brought him to his knees. He recognized what he felt for her, and he wanted her to know.

It didn’t matter that he’d been reminding himself all week that they had to get to know each other once more. That they had to start fresh, as adults together for the first time. That he should be certain it was
her
he was falling for all over again, the woman she was now, and not some image he’d carried of her all these years. But each day together had shown him that the root of who she had been at eighteen was still very much a part of her. She still had a sweetness about her, an elegance. It had all blossomed. She’d become more lush, more sophisticated. More desirable than ever. And it seemed to him they had, amazingly, grown in the same direction on so many levels.

If only she felt the same way.

There wasn’t much time left to convince her. Not nearly enough time.

She was warm, her body soft against his side, her head on his chest. Even in the dim golden light he could see her long hair fanned out over the sheets, like a mermaid’s. Beautiful.

He pulled her in closer, murmured, “Isabella.”

“Hmm?” Her voice was dusky with sleep.

“I need you, my Isabella.”

“What? Oh…”

He cupped her breast, his fingers playing over her hardening nipple. She let out a quiet moan. His cock went rock-hard simply hearing the desire in her tone, feeling her body responding. She was squirming as he pulled her lithe frame over his, her thighs parting.

Her pussy was soaking wet as it rubbed against the ridge of his erection. She kissed his neck, her mouth opening, and she began to suck. Pleasure rippled through him, as sinuous and slippery as her bare, wet sex sliding up and down on his rigid shaft.

“Ah, you’re going to kill me, Isabella.”

A small laugh from her, then she lowered her head and took one of his nipples into her mouth.

He couldn’t believe how good it felt, her hot, sucking mouth. It was even better when she used her teeth, biting him just hard enough.

“I’m going to explode,
querida
. Just…ah, let me get a condom…”

“Explode, Rafael. I want you to,” she whispered.

“You first, Isabella. Come here.”

He pulled her hips, guiding her until her lovely pussy was over his face. He breathed her in, that scent of female desire. Like nectar to him. And her pussy was pink and wet, like some exotic fruit. He knew it would be just as sweet.

He let his tongue dart out, taking just a small taste, teasing them both. And heard her sigh.

“Good, Isabella?”

“Oh, yes…”

He swept his tongue over her slit, then pulled back.

“Ah, Rafael…come on.”

She tried to wriggle but he held her more firmly, and pulling her closer, he plunged his tongue inside her.

“Oh…”

He went to work then, licking her slit, her clit, then sucking it into his mouth. Her juices were sweet, her moans sweeter. Her hips arched, riding his tongue, and his cock pulsed with the beat of her desire.

“Ah, God, Rafael…”

She ground down into him, and he sucked harder. Her thighs tensed, and she cried out as she came, her hands going into his hair, gripping. Still she squirmed, and he didn’t let her go, sucking, licking, until he knew she was done.

He let his hands stroke over her thighs, then, waited for her panting breath to slow.

“I need more, Rafael.”

“Yes…” He reached for one of the condom packets on the nightstand.

She moved down his body, her soaking pussy brushing against his cock for one agonizing moment. Then she arched away for a moment so he could roll the condom on, his own fingers almost too much to bear on his sensitive cock.

She lowered her hips over his. “Now I’m going to fuck you, Rafael,” she said, a wicked gleam in her wide, green eyes. Her mouth was pink, lush.

“Ah, yes…do it, Isabella. Fuck me.”

He reached for her breasts, filling his hands with that silken flesh, thumbing her hard nipples. She sighed and lowered her sex over the tip of his cock. She paused there, torturing him with pleasure, with anticipation. That wet, hot opening hovering over him. Then she grasped his shoulders, her fingers biting into his flesh, and slammed her hips down, impaling herself.

“Isabella!”

It was so damn good. Her silken skin under his hands, his cock buried deep inside her body. When she began to move, her hips pumping, he thought he really might die of pleasure.

She was moving faster, her hips grinding into him, and he reached between her lovely thighs and pinched her clit, hard. She groaned, and he felt her sex squeeze around his cock.

“Rafael… I’m going to come again.”

“Yes, come, my Isabella. My beautiful girl. Come onto me.”

He rolled her clit between his thumb and forefinger, met her pumping hips with an upward thrust. Pleasure gripped his body as her slick pussy gripped his cock. She was coming, clenching him, over and over. Her cries were as erotic to him as her tight, wet pussy, sending him over that edge. His body went hard all over, his cock pulsing. His climax bore down on him, overpowering, intense. Come pumped hot through his cock as he pumped into her body, his hips arcing.

And through the misty fog of orgasm, his heart beat, a thrumming hammer in his chest. It beat with exertion. With heat.

With love.

He loved her. Still. Again. It didn’t matter.

He swept her hair from her face and pulled her down so he could kiss her. He kissed her hard, his tongue sliding between her plush, lovely lips, seeking the heat of her mouth. Seeking her heart.

Isabel opened to him, loving the taste of him on her tongue. Loving his cock still hard inside her. Loving that she could bring him pleasure.

Her head was spinning, her body humming with tiny, shivering threads of pleasure. She couldn’t think. She didn’t want to. She was feeling too much. And she swore she could feel just as much emotion in his kiss.

Rafael.

Was it real? Could she trust it? But she trusted him. She loved him, and she knew her love was true and real. She was utterly helpless against it. What else could she do but love him? This man she had loved most of her life, whether it was the memory of what they’d had at eighteen, or who he was now.

He pulled back.

“Isabella.”

He held her face in his hands. They were warm. Strong. In the pale light of the rising sun, she could see his eyes, his beautiful eyes, silver and gold and green. What she saw there made her heart stutter. Stop. She held her breath.

“Isabella, tell me you’ll stay.”

“Rafael, what are you saying?”

“That I need you with me. That I can’t watch you leave again.”

“You want me…here? On the island with you?”

“Yes. No. I want you anywhere. Everywhere.”

“What? Rafael. I’m not… I’m not sure I understand what you’re saying.”

“Isabella…”

He paused, his eyes dark, gleaming. His face was so beautiful, the sun touching his cheek with golden light. She bit her lip, waiting, her heart beating one breath at a time.

“Isabella,” he began again. “My Isabella. How could I ever have doubted that I still love you?”

“Rafael.” She thought her heart would burst, but she tried to hold it back. Tears burned her eyes. “How can we know so soon? I want to believe it. That you love me. That I love you…”

“Do you love me, Isabella?” he stroked her cheek with his thumb.

“Yes. I love you.” She reached out, brushed her fingertips over his lips, his jaw, needing to feel him. “I’ve known it almost since I got here. But it wasn’t until right now that I’ve understood how…real this is.”

“That’s all we need to know. The rest we can work out. Come and be with me,
mi cariño.
”

“Rafael, I…do you mean you want me to live here with you? On the island?”

He laughed then, his smile dazzling her as it always had. “Haven’t I mentioned that I live mostly in Miami? I come here a few times a year for a maybe month at a time. If you wouldn’t mind traveling, you could come with me. You can find work there. Or you can work for my family’s hotels. Or not work at all. It would be up to you. Just say you want to be with me. The rest are nothing more than details.”

“I want to be with you. I do. Anywhere.”

She smiled at him, and he pulled her down, kissed her hard and long. Kissed her breathless. Finally, he let her go long enough to roll her over, covering her body with his, His weight was sweet on her, his skin smooth and warm, fragrant with the scents of ocean and skin and sex. And
him
.

Rafael.

Her Rafael. Finally.

“I still can’t believe this,” she told him. “That we found each other after all this time.”

“We had time to grow the years we were apart. This was the way it was meant to be. I believe that. You came back to me on your birthday, the twenty-first of March, just as we promised each other. The spring equinox, a time for new beginnings. And now we have ours.”

“I’ve never been superstitious. I’ve never thought too much about destiny. But maybe you’re right…”

She was breathless with it all—her love for him, his love for her. The idea of the two of them together.

“I believe that things happen for a reason. But it’s not important, is it? We’re together. That’s all that matters.”

He bent to kiss her again, his lips soft on hers. His tongue slipped into her mouth, and she felt that powerful surge of desire. He was growing hard once more against her thigh. He nuzzled into her neck, making her warm all over, desire filling her up again. Desire and emotion.

“This is how we must celebrate each of your birthdays, Isabella. Our new beginning. We must come back here every year, make love in this bed. And in between we’ll love each other. Be together.”

As long as they were together. That was all that mattered.

“I love you, my Isabella.”

“I love you. I always have.”

He kissed her once more, tenderly this time, holding her face between his hands, as though she were something infinitely precious. Her heart flooded with love, pure and true, and she was filled with a sense of possibility. Of a future, with Rafael. She didn’t know exactly what it would hold, but as long as they held onto each other this time, anything could happen. And, whatever adventures life would bring them, she was ready. Finally. Truly. Ready for a new beginning. With him.