by Donna Vitek
"A passion for you," she whispered, playing with the lean brown fingers spread possessively across her flat abdomen. "Only for you, Raul."
Nodding, he leaned down to press a lingering kiss against soft slightly parted lips then sat up straight again to smile at her. "You have an ally. Did you know? Tonight, Abuela very discreetly reminded me that you were a very sensitive inexperienced girl and that I should take great care not to frighten you tonight." His gaze narrowed, roaming over her intently. "I didn't frighten you, did I, Juliet? Being a Valaquez bride isn't quite as bad as you thought it would be, is it?"
"It's fantastic," she confessed, blushing only slightly when he laughed. "Of course I don't think I would have enjoyed it at all if I had become Pablo's bride, which is what I thought you wanted me to be last year. If I'd known you felt anything for me, I never would have left with Benny."
"Benny," Raul muttered, shaking his head and smiling rather sheepishly. "If he knew how I longed to murder him when I thought the two of you… Well, suffice it to say I can be a very jealous man. As far as I'm concerned, Pablo had better not even talk to you ever again if I'm not with you."
"You don't really mean that?" Juliet exclaimed softly. "Do you?"
"No, not really," Raul conceded. "But maybe I can say that because Pablo only had eyes for Margarita at the wedding supper this evening. Hopefully, he realizes you belong to me now and that I'll be a very possessive husband."
"Good. I like your possessiveness," she answered huskily, leaning forward to drape her slender arms around his shoulders. "Just don't lose interest in me. That I couldn't stand."
"You have nothing to worry about." As the sheet that had covered her fell down around her waist, baring her breasts, his eyes darkened. He put the champagne glass on the bedside table and, whispering her name, reached out to trace small circles around the tender roseate peaks. As she lifted her face, inviting his kiss, he gathered her to him and lowered her to the bed again. "Te quiero, Juliet," he said softly, teasing her lips.
"And I love you, Raul; I always will," she whispered back. And she surrendered with a contented murmur of pleasure as he proceeded to demonstrate once again exactly what being a Valaquez bride meant.
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
