Julia groaned. She’d never seen motorcycles as being particularly sexy until today. “Then what?” she whispered.
“Then I open the jacket and play with your pretty tetas.” His long fingers stroked her breasts, going from her collarbones down to where he cupped their full weight. He teased and pulled at her nipples until they were long and diamond-hard, darkened with excitement. All the while, he pistoned in and out of her. Her panties tugged and rubbed at her bottom as his cock brushed her clit. The constant pressure and friction was arousing her to a fever pitch. It was easy to imagine the erotic motorcycle fantasy since Frank still wore his tight T-shirt and dark jacket. Seeing him still clothed while she was almost naked was a huge turn-on, as if she’d ripped off her own clothing and the bare minimum of his, just to have her way with him.
Which was mostly true.
“Tell me what you want, Julia. I will do anything to please you, to satisfy you.” Frank’s deep, sexy voice continued, his accent thickening as he fought to keep from coming. Drops of sweat beaded on his temples and ran into his thick hair.
“I want you to talk to me.” His words were almost as arousing as his body.
He laughed. “I like to talk. Nice weather, eh?” His teasing expression told her he knew exactly what she wanted.
Her face heated. “Talk dirty to me, Frank.” Her bluntness was rewarded by his groan.
“Oh, Julia, if you knew the things I want to do to you, you would run screaming.”
“Or maybe come screaming,” she panted.
He groaned again. “You asked for it.” He pinched her nipples again. “I want to lick you here.” He stroked her clit. “And here. And all over your pale, soft body. I want to tie you to my bed and make you scream in pleasure. I want your hot, wet mouth to suck me dry and then lick me until I harden again and beg for more.”
Julia started to shake, her mind and body reeling from his physical and verbal onslaught, but he wasn’t finished. “I want to make love to you in my house in Portugal, in my barns, my stables, my vineyards, my motorcycle, my truck, my car. Everywhere I go, I want my cock to harden as I remember how I entered you, how I pleased you. I want to remember the sound of our damp skin slapping together as I enter you, the scent of our joining, your face as you come.”
He continued murmuring to her in the soft consonants and liquid vowels of his native language, but the images he’d planted in her head were more than enough. She tossed her head back and cupped her breasts, playing with her nipples. He called out his appreciation and caressed the sensitized nub where their bodies joined. His shaft pumped inside her, hitting deeper than ever before. He kneaded her bottom, his heavy balls tightening against her, rising up to meet her.
“Ah, Julia, please…” he begged, the tendons in his neck standing out as he strained to hold back. Suddenly, she wanted his mouth on her breast and leaned forward. He eagerly captured the hard point between his lips and nipped.
The painful pleasure snapped her tenuous control and she exploded around him, her inner muscles capturing and squeezing him from root to tip. He called her name in a hoarse voice as his orgasm hit and slammed up into her, his hands gripping her around the waist as he pumped in and out of her eager body, slick and wet and as on fire for her as she was for him.
It seemed to last forever, but ended too quickly. He helped her ease off him and tucked her into his side.
Julia couldn’t help admiring his still-firm erection, dark and glossy with their juices. What would it feel like the next time? She stopped herself—she was getting too greedy for him. All his talk about bringing her to Portugal and sexing her up silly at his estate was just talk—although she would have liked to try the motorcycle. She would like to do all the things he wanted her to do, in all the places he wanted to do them. Her greedy flesh gave an unexpected throb at the idea and she shivered.
He noticed. “Cold?”
“No.” She laughed. They were both sweating, despite the cooler air under the trees. He was still hard, and his fantasy about licking him clean until he was ready to go again seemed very plausible.
A car passed on the road below, and she stiffened in alarm. “What if someone comes up here?”
He listened for a second, and then relaxed when the engine passed. “We are quite safe.” His gaze fell to her half-naked body, her nipples still hard and tight. “Although you may not be. I hear there is a sex-crazed duke wandering the islands, and he absolutely loves dark-haired beauties with perfect breasts and round, white bottoms.”
“Oh, Frank.” She pushed at his chest, inordinately pleased that he thought she had perfect breasts. As for the round, white bottom, well, she’d take that as a compliment, too. “If the duke gets caught naked in the woods, there might be a royal scandal.”
He laughed. “It has been a while since you lived in the Azores. I am a young, single man and can get away with almost anything. You’ve heard the phrase ‘Boys will be boys’?”
“Yes.” She wrinkled her nose. She’d always disliked that phrase, as well.
“The islanders would gossip if we were caught, of course, but they know a beautiful, sexy woman is staying with me on my island. I bring her to lunch and they see for themselves how I can’t keep my hands off you. It would be no surprise to them that I drag you into the woods and have my wicked, ducal way with you.” His erection, which had been fading, started to rise again.
She was getting excited again too. “Your Grace,” she teased, “I believe your wicked ways are showing again.”
“You’re right.” He shifted to his side and pulled her underneath him. “You make me insatiable, and I am going to take you again.” He settled between her thighs, his cock nudging aside her panties.
He entered her without asking, and she caught a glimpse of how his ancestors must have seduced and plundered their concubines. If they had been anything like Frank, those young women must have been as eager as Julia was to surrender.
Her knees fell open and his thrusts were excitingly slick from their previous encounter. She couldn’t help responding to his possession of her body and wrapped her legs around his waist.
He stopped and hooked her knees over his shoulders, changing the whole angle. Her bottom was up off the ground, their bodies where they joined blatantly revealed.
“Frank,” she whispered.
He shook his head. “No, I want to see how you take me in. I want to see your soft pink petals turn rosy with lust. Already, I can see you swell and throb.” He stroked around her clit, never quite touching her there.
“But, Frank…” Her protest fell off as he pressed her clit. “Ohhh…”
He laughed and slowly pumped in and out of her. “You want me to take you. You want me to hold you as my captive. You came to my island just for that, knowing I wouldn’t let you go once I had you again. You brought an overnight bag, knowing that you would willingly submit if I took you that night. Your body rules you now—and my body rules you now.”
She gave a little gasp, knowing he was right. His lazy, measured strokes were igniting a fire in her that only he could quench. And since he’d just climaxed, she knew he could go a long time.
“Say it,” he coaxed, brushing her nipple with a feather-light touch. “Don’t worry about being a modern, independent woman. Admit that you want me to make you respond like you never have before.”
“I admit it.” She swallowed hard. “I know you won’t hurt me, so I want you to do whatever you want. Wherever you want.”
“Good.” His sudden grin made her laugh. “You can come now.”
Julia did, obeying the duke’s command. He was as merciless as his ancestors must have been, his hips pumping into her as she shook and cried out in ecstasy. His cheeks were dark with barely restrained lust, his eyes glittering black but he only paused to lower her legs to the blanket.
She took a deep, shaky breath as he slipped from her. “But what about you, Frank?” He was obviously still aroused to a fever pitch.
He gave her a
sly smile. “This is the second part of my motorcycle fantasy.” He helped her to stand and walk over to the motorcycle. “Face the bike and rest your hands on the seat.” Julia’s eyes widened as she realized what he wanted to do but couldn’t resist the crazy idea, couldn’t resist him.
She did as she was told and she felt his strong thighs rasp her bottom as he positioned himself behind her. Big hands pulled her leather jacket open and cupped her breasts, and his thick, slick cock entered her again.
He hissed in pleasure and began slamming into her, his fingers teasing her breasts, her clit, her bottom. He nipped her earlobe, licked the side of her neck. Incredibly, she tightened with pleasure again—after three climaxes.
He pushed deep inside her, hitting the perfect spots with his tip. He was a masterful lover and Julia couldn’t get enough of him.
“I’m such a brute to use you this way,” he murmured into her ear. “Tonight I’ll run a hot bath for you and carry you to bed. Let me kiss you all better—all over.”
She groaned. Frank’s lips and tongue on her pulsing, sensitive flesh sounded like a dream come true.
He laughed. “All you’ll have to do is lie back and enjoy it. All you have to do is come under my mouth…”
“Frank…” The syllable trailed off into a scream as her strongest climax yet broke over her. Her nails dug into the bike seat and she pushed back into his luscious shaft. He gave a harsh shout and exploded into her, pumping frantically as her body rocked around him. Her nipples rubbed the leather as her breasts swayed. Her whole body trembled in pleasure as she braced her hand on his rock-hard thigh.
He eased them down so she lay in his arms on the picnic blanket.
“Are you all right, Julia?” His brow creased into worry. “Was it too much for you?”
She stretched, feeling nothing but a welcome fatigue. “I feel wonderful, and if we didn’t need to ride farther on that bike, I might have you do it all over again.”
His face broke into a grin. “Insatiable wench.” He kissed the top of her messy hair and took a long, leisurely stare down her body. “I think I need to buy you some black leather clothing of your own.”
Naughty images of Frank wearing motorcycle chaps and nothing else popped into her mind. “Only if you get some for yourself.”
He wiggled his eyebrows. “I already do.”
She decided to change the subject. “I didn’t expect your friends to be so nice to me, especially the women.”
He gave her a strange look. “Why ever not? You are a nice person, they are nice people. Most everybody here is friendly.”
“Yes, but…” She wasn’t sure how to describe it. “The local Duke sleeping with an American woman.”
“Somebody said that to you?” Frank’s face darkened.
“No, Frank, nobody said anything. Nobody even gave me a funny look.” But she bet his mother and sisters would have had something to say if Frank had ever brought her home to them. Eleven years ago, Julia had been too young and naive to manage well in such a foreign environment, and now…maybe she was too old and jaded.
“Are you sure?” He was still wound up for battle. “Because I won’t tolerate anyone insulting you. Not here, not anywhere.”
Wow. She knew he had a protective streak but had never seen it directed toward others on her behalf before. “I’m sure. José’s family was lovely, and they adore you.”
He relaxed a bit and grinned. “And I am sure as soon as we left, they were on the phone to fill in Benedito back home. He keeps better tabs on me than my mother ever did.”
“From what you’ve told me, it sounds like you needed it.”
“Maybe when I was younger, but now he would definitely be in the way.” Frank stretched and rolled out from under her. “As much as I hate to say it, we should get dressed and go.”
She gave the dappled green clearing a wistful look before reaching for her clothes. Their little Eden would linger in her memory for a long time.
“Such a shame to cover yourself up.” He shook his head mournfully. “That is why I want to get you back to Belas Aguas so we can be truly alone.”
Julia stopped in the middle of dressing. She was an expert on being alone, an expert on loneliness. Being alone with Frank was a misnomer—the time they spent together, just the two of them, was everything, the perfect connection with another human being that she’d longed for and never thought she’d have again.
She cupped his cheeks and kissed him sweetly, tenderly. “Thank you, Franco. Thank you for everything.”
He rested his forehead against hers. “I owe you more than I can ever repay.”
She closed her eyes and sighed, her heart filling with the love she’d pushed away for so long. Her uncomplicated spring fling was certainly more complicated than she’d bargained for.
AN HOUR LATER, AFTER zipping along the road back to her parents’ apartment, Julia unlocked their door and pushed it open, wrinkling her nose at the musty air.
“How are your aunt and uncle this week, Julia?” Frank glanced around the apartment to make sure it was still in one piece, checking under the sink for leaks and making sure the fridge was still running. “Is your aunt still in the hospital?”
“Oh, I forgot to tell you.” She beamed at him and his heart thumped. “I called Boston yesterday and they’re both doing well. My uncle’s broken leg is starting to heal nicely and my aunt is doing much better since her ribs stopped hurting so much. The home health nurses and physical therapists are visiting several times a week to make sure they keep up their strength.”
“I’m glad to hear they’re recovering. Have your parents set a date for their return?”
She found a bottle of orange soda in the fridge and took a sip. “Ah…all that motorcycle riding makes me thirsty.” She winked at him and his heart flipped to see her dark curly hair wild over the leather jacket. “I don’t think they can come back for a couple more weeks. Once my uncle can move more easily and doesn’t need as much help with daily activities, my mom and dad will consider it. Anyway, my mom is grabbing the chance to visit some of her old friends and go shopping for new summer clothes. My dad has the keys to my condo so he’s probably hanging out there just to catch a break once in a while. I have many TV channels.”
When the topic of her father came up, Frank still got the same embarrassed feeling that he had when he’d been a teenager. Sure, he and Julia were adults, but once Frank had a daughter, he’d knock any man on his butt who looked at her like Frank looked at Julia. If he ever had a daughter.
They heard a tapping sound and turned. Her parents’ landlord Senhor de Sousa stood in the doorway. Frank greeted him in Portuguese, asking how he was.
“Fine, fine,” he replied, taking a deep breath as if climbing the stairs had taxed his strength.
Julia gave her neighbor a narrow glance that Frank didn’t understand. Was she angry at the man for stopping by?
But she invited him in and smiled at him, the wariness never leaving her eyes. “A hot day today, isn’t it?”
Senhor de Sousa wiped his brow, which suddenly looked pale and clammy. “Yes, hot.” Then he dropped his English and lapsed into gibberish.
“What? What is he saying?” Julia grabbed the older man and guided him to a chair.
Frank shrugged helplessly. “I have no idea. It’s Portuguese, but a bunch of words that don’t make sense.”
She groaned. “Darn it, I thought he didn’t look good when he came in.” She held on to his arm. “Listen, Frank, call the ambulance right now. Tell them he’s having a stroke and they need to call ahead to the hospital. It’s a good hospital, right?”
“Excellent care,” he assured her and ran for the phone. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Julia talking slowly and carefully to her neighbor. She was doing some kind of neurological exam, moving her finger side to side and up and down in front of his eyes. She smiled at him and encouraged him to do the same, but even from across the room, Frank could tell that one side of his face w
as severely drooping. The older man could raise one arm, but not the other.
Frank finished giving instructions to the ambulance and hung up. “They should be here in just a few minutes. We’re fairly close to the fire station.”
“Come over here and help me steady him so he doesn’t fall out of the chair.” Julia had her hands on Senhor de Sousa’s shoulders, part for support and part to soothe him.
Frank reassured the man in Portuguese and although it seemed like forever, the emergency crews arrived. Julia told them what had happened, using Frank as a translator. He didn’t understand half of it, but the paramedics did, and they bundled her neighbor off to the hospital.
“We should go too, Frank.” Julia put her hand on his arm. “I have his daughter’s phone number. You call her and tell her we’ll meet her there.”
“Okay.” He called while Julia locked up the apartment and soon found himself back on the motorcycle again riding toward the island hospital, Julia behind him. Not what he had in mind for a romantic outing, but seeing her in action was impressive. If she hadn’t had her nurse’s training and education, if she hadn’t recognized the signs of Senhor de Sousa’s illness, he could have easily gotten worse, perhaps to the point of death.
Julia was a wonder, not just in her relationship with him, but in her chosen career, as well. Would she ever consider giving up the excitement and satisfaction of saving lives at the big city emergency room to stay with him? The Santas Aguas estate was usually pretty tame, aside from occasional cuts and broken bones that came with farm machinery and big animals. Thankfully there hadn’t been a serious accident in several years, but he couldn’t picture Julia hanging around the small infirmary waiting for a fieldhand with a barbed wire scratch to wander in.
And he wasn’t sure if she’d enjoy the formal duties that came with his life back in Portugal. His mother had mentioned spending less time with her charitable events and obligations and spending more time with his nieces and nephews, but somebody from the Duarte family needed to be on the boards of the Santas Aguas women’s club, Friends of the Library and the garden club. Frank sure wasn’t going to offer.
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