...Pressing her against the brick wall, he ripped the satiny slip in half and pulled the straps down her shoulders. His demanding hands always elicited ripples of lust throughout her, and she felt her juices gather between her thighs in anticipation of his brand of loving.

She wore no bra and he dipped his dark head to draw an erect nipple into his mouth. Closing her eyes, she leaned her head back, arched her spine, while his teeth razed across her flesh. Her fingers threaded through his thick, curly hair, gripped tightly as he tugged on her nipple.

A hand reached out and fisted into her silk panties, ripping them from her. “Ah, Isandro, I’ll have to go to the store again to purchase new lingerie if you insist on ripping my clothes apart every time we’re together.”

He lifted the panties to his face and inhaled, his eyes closing as he drew in her scent, a look of pleasure on his face. Then his eyes snapped open and he stared at her, his look a combination of sensual need and hard scrutiny. She shivered beneath that primal stare—it made her hot and cold at the same time. There was a lethal undertone to the look that made her fear and desire him, both at the same time.

“Your padre can afford a few bits of silk, can he not?”

Her gaze shifted away from his. “Isandro, please—”

He wound a hand in her thick hair, forcing her to look at him. “You’re a rich man’s daughter, amante, nothing will change that. You like fine things. You are accustomed to them.” His hand drifted across her cheek, his gaze holding her captive. “Luxury shows in every move you make. Especially when I’m deep inside your pretty pussy.”

She felt her juices drip onto her thighs. Hadn’t she just been with him in his cottage that very afternoon? And still she wanted him. Every bit of common sense left her when she was with him. Propriety was not even a glimmer of a thought. She pressed against him, uncaring that she was for all intents and purposes naked, on her father’s balcony, where he could come out at any moment and find them together. Need sharpened inside her.

Any concern for her reputation had flown out the window the first moment she’d met Isandro. It was like someone had flipped on a switch inside her and there was no shutting it off. Nothing mattered but being with him. “I need you,” she whispered. “Please, Isandro. I need you inside me.”

“Are you certain?” He rubbed against her wet, puffy labia lips. “What will all your friends think if you are discovered here with me?”

“I don’t care. You should know that by now. You do something to me that no one else has ever done. You make me want things I never knew existed.”

He pulled her out from behind the plant and pushed her toward the balustrade. The cool air stroked over her breasts as he pressed her hands to the railing. “Don’t let go,” he commanded.

As she clung tightly to the cold iron, she heard a swift rasp of sound as he unzipped his fly, heard the crackle of a condom wrapper as he sheathed himself and then she felt the tip of his cock pressed between her wet lips, at the entrance to her vagina.

She inhaled sharply as he slid inside her; as her eager pussy opened willingly to enclose his thick shaft. From this angle, he pushed deep, so deep she whimpered with the soul-destroying, aching pleasure that consumed her.

Quickly entrenching himself inside, he reached around to mold his warm, callused hands over her breasts, fingering her firm, erect nipples. He undulated his hips and his cock touched a spot inside her that had her keening with pleasure. His thumb and index finger rolled her nipple and the painful pleasure shot through her, just as she noticed a couple move out from the overhang below them.

Her attention was fastened on the couple as they walked slowly toward the garden, arms around each other. She stiffened as she recognized them, knew that all they had to do was turn around and look up and they would see her and Isandro above them, spotlighted by the full moon above.

Isandro sank deeper and she tried to suffocate the sounds determined to erupt from her throat.