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  Irma glared at us while doing dishes, then shook her head, mumbling something in Spanish.

  “She has to go, bella,” Cesar whispered, his smile quickly fading.

  “I know,” I mouthed back, slipping out of his embrace and putting away the ice cream.

  It was all I’d thought about during dinner, how uncomfortable this woman made me with her permanent scowl and judgmental looks. Sure she could cook, but I’d rather eat freezer meals than be uncomfortable in my own house.

  Now all I had to do was summon the courage to tell Angus and Sara to come get her.

  * * *

  I sat on the bed, brushing my hair after a disappointing shower. I’d left my undies and bra on the bedroom floor, hoping Cesar would take the hint and follow me inside, but he hadn’t. I wasn’t surprised, though, to find him on the balcony, talking to one of his managers on the cell. He hadn’t even looked into the bedroom to see the sheer, pink nighty I’d worn just for him. I loved him, but I hated when he brought work home. Still, how could I complain? He had five businesses to run, and I had an inheritance.

  I gazed at his perfectly round ass as he leaned over the balcony, talking about backordered parts. He’d probably get off the phone, come to bed, make love to me, fall asleep, and then we’d start over tomorrow. That’s how our days had been going. Gah! We sounded like an old married couple.

  I thought about what Ariana had said about us needing spice in the bedroom. As much as I hated to admit it, she was probably right. The handcuffs were a nice start. I thought about that swing, and about the plaster in my bedroom ruining the plush carpet.

  And what if Irma saw the swing? Ugh. Irma. I had to get rid of her, which meant I had to call Angus and Sara. Tomorrow, after I dropped off Jake at school, I would call and explain Irma wasn’t working out. I also wanted to talk to them about Cesar, but trying to convince them he wasn’t a bad person after I’d thrown out their friend would be futile. They’d made up their minds about Cesar, and they didn’t even know him.

  Ariana’s words echoed in my subconscious. You hardly know the guy.

  I knew he’d been engaged to a woman who’d had several miscarriages and then cheated on him. I’d met most of his family. I’d been to two of his auto-repair shops. I’d lived next to him for three months. I’d been living with him for the past month. I knew he liked dogs, boxing, beer, and sex. Lots of sex.

  I got the feeling that wasn’t what Ariana was talking about. As I wondered if he’d meant to tell me he loved me, I realized I didn’t really know him. If I knew him, I’d know exactly how he felt about me.

  I hugged a pillow to my chest as doubt swirled in my mind. Why did Ariana have to make me second-guess my relationship?

  “What’s wrong, bella?”

  Cesar hovered over me. “Is there anything about you I don’t know?” I blurted.

  His eyes narrowed. “What did my brothers tell Ariana?”

  That wasn’t the response I was expecting. Did that mean he had something to hide? “Nothing.” I sat up on my knees, using the pillow as a barrier between us and leveling him with a look. “What are you afraid they said to her?”

  “Nothing.” He shrugged, averting his eyes.

  I turned up my chin, determined to get the truth. “She says we’re rushing things, that I don’t know you very well, and you could be a felon.”

  He laughed, coursing fingers through his thick, dark hair. “I’m not a felon.”

  I arched a brow. “Then what are you?”

  He cupped my chin in a tender grip, staring directly into my eyes. “I’m the man who loves you.”

  “Oh.” I leaned away, searching his eyes for any sign of deceit. He gazed back with such intensity, he nearly took my breath away. Did he mean it? Did he truly love me?

  Hang on. He’d just completely steered the conversation in a different direction. Was I okay with that? I was so muddled from the effects of that four-letter word, I could hardly think. What were we talking about?

  But the longer I stared into his eyes, the deeper the spell he cast over me.

  He loves you, Savannah! He loves you! Love! Love! Love!

  I fought the urge to rush to the balcony and scream to the world I was loved. How long had it been since I’d been truly loved? Not since before Nana had lost her mind. But Cesar and I had only been together a month. Could he love me that soon?

  “Do you think we’re rushing things?” I asked, then regretted it when pain flashed in his eyes.

  He took a step back, deep lines marring his brow. “Do you want me to move out?”

  My hand flew to my throat. “And leave me and Jake alone in this big house?”

  “So you only want me here because you’re scared?” The pain in his eyes intensified. “If you want, I can leave Nacho.”

  I dropped the pillow and stood on shaky legs. What was I doing? Cesar had just told me he loved me, and I was blowing it. “I don’t want Nacho. I want you.”

  “Why do you want me?” he whispered, toying with a thin strap on my nightie.

  I repressed a shudder at the feel of his skin grazing mine. I got lost in the liquid pools of his mahogany eyes. This man was handsome and caring, and he was all mine. Why did I care that we were rushing things? I wanted to be with Cesar, and that’s all that should matter.

  I took his hand, threading my fingers through his as I steeled my resolve. Cesar deserved to know how I felt about him, even though the thought of baring my soul was terrifying. “I’m in love with you, and every minute we’re not together, I feel empty inside.” Heat flamed my cheeks at the shock in his eyes.

  “Look at me.” Cesar cupped my cheek, gently lifting my head. “I love you, too, bella, and I know we’re rushing things, but I can’t control myself, not with you.”

  I wrapped my arms around his shoulders when he leaned into me. He kissed me gently at first, feathering my mouth with the sweet brush of his lips. I moaned into him, grabbing the back of his head, deepening the kiss. I broke into gooseflesh when he ran a hand across my collarbone and over my shoulder, the thin strap of my nightie slipping with the movement.

  He tenderly squeezed my exposed breast, pinching my nipple into a hard peak while teasing my mouth with his tongue. He slipped off the other strap and grabbed both breasts, playing with them until I ground against his leg.

  “Cesar, make love to me,” I begged after he broke the kiss.

  “With pleasure,” he growled, sweeping me into his arms and laying me on the bed. He suckled each breast, feasting on them with languid laps of his tongue and playful nibbles. Then he kissed between them, nipping and licking his way to my naval.

  “Cesar,” I cried, clenching his hair by the roots as he nuzzled my thighs apart.

  He looked up at me with large eyes, batting long, thick lashes, and I thought he had the beauty of an angel, but when he gave me his signature bad-boy smile, I realized he was more of a devil, a very delicious devil.

  “Yes, bella?” His question was a throaty purr, burrowing beneath my senses and making every nerve ending in my body come to life.

  I spread my legs wider, spearing my labia with my fingers. “Don’t be gentle.”

  The smoke swirling in his eyes turned into a raging inferno. He took hold of me with his mouth, burying his tongue deep inside me, spearing my weeping flesh.

  I sank into the mattress with a shuddering breath when his tongue slipped out, flattening against my folds and trailing to my clit. He licked me like a kitten lapping milk, stopping occasionally to suck on the tight bundle of nerves that pounded against his tongue like a drum.

  “Cesar, please,” I begged. “I need you inside me.”

  His eyes narrowed as he continued to draw lazy circles up and down my clit. “Only if you agree to do what I say when I say it.”

  “Yes.” I impatiently bucked against him. “Yes, please.”

  “Turn over,” he commanded.

  I obeyed, jutting my ass in the air and wanting so much for him to pump into me, no
t stopping until I screamed his name.

  I groaned when he slid off the bed, then froze when he opened the side drawer. I heard the familiar steel rattle of the cuffs.

  I pressed my forehead against a pillow as he cuffed my wrists, then sucked in a sharp gasp when he grabbed the globes of my ass and slowly tunneled into me. He fucked me with deep, hard strokes, just like I’d asked, pulling out so that just the his head teased my entrance and hovering behind me for several interminable heartbeats before thrusting again. Soon we found our rhythm, and my orgasm was building.

  I swore when he slipped all the way out.

  “Patience.” He laughed.

  When he squeezed my ass with one hand, leaning into me, I pushed against him, needing so badly for him to fill me completely. But Cesar had another idea in mind. He stuck just the head of his cock inside while tracing a slow, wet circle around my puckered anus.

  “Oh,” I cried, as my tight entrance opened to his finger, and he slipped a digit inside.

  Both his cock and his finger slowly pistoned inside me as Cesar awakened points of pleasure I never knew existed. My orgasm started to crest again.

  “Oh, God,” I cried, pushing against him with each thrust. “Please don’t stop.”

  But much to my dismay, he pulled out again.

  I rattled my cuffs, swearing into a pillow. “Dammit, stop teasing me!”

  “Impatient.” He slapped my ass so hard, I screamed.

  Ouch! Cesar had never hit me with such force. I squirmed as he gripped my stinging cheek, massaging the spot he’d just abused. “Slow down,” he chuckled, grazing my shoulder with his teeth.

  He slid his finger in my anus again, stoking the embers of my desire.

  I bucked against his finger while he continued to toy with me. That orgasm was about to crest for a third time. Would he finally let me have it?

  “Please don’t stop, Cesar,” I begged. Never before had I felt a pleasure so exquisite. I’d had no idea getting my ass fucked would cause jolts of pleasure to skip across my skin and shoot all the way to the soles of my feet.

  “Cesar, no!” I snapped when he withdrew again. I sucked in a hiss when he buried his cockhead inside my anus. I panted into my pillow as pleasure turned to pain. “It’s too big,” I cried.

  He bent over me, pushing his cock in farther. “Relax, bella. It will be okay.”

  He massaged my ass and slid in a little deeper, rocking into me with short, shallow thrusts. The agony of his girth stretching me was replaced by a mixture of pleasure and pain. He fingered my clit, dragging moisture up to my anus, swirling around that hole while pumping deeper and deeper.

  Caught up in pleasure’s grasp, I couldn’t even summon a groan as my body came to life, rendering me speechless. My mouth hung open as I balanced on my knuckles, the steel cutting into my wrists. I arched back, focusing on each shallow breath as he slid deeper inside my entrance.

  Despite the bruising pain as he stretched and filled me, I knew without a doubt this was going to be the best orgasm of my life. “Let me come,” I pleaded.

  I shuddered, nearly collapsing when he slipped out to tickle my entrance with the tip of his cock. “Not until you say it.”

  “Please, Cesar,” I begged again, pressing my ass against him.

  “No, not that.” He swirled the tip of his cock around my hole, driving me to near insanity as little shocks of pleasure coursed through me. “Tell me again.” He leaned over me. “Say you love me.”

  I turned to him, my lips grazing his as I strained for a kiss. “I love you,” I breathed against him. “Oh, God, I love you so much.”

  He grabbed my hair by the roots, kissing me passionately. “Mmm, mí bella, I love you more than life.” He trailed kisses across my cheek and down my spine before latching onto my ass once more. “I’m going to fill you up, baby. Come with me.”

  He buried his shaft deep inside my ass, my tight hole straining against the discomfort. I let out a deep breath and forced myself to relax as he claimed me with each thrust. It didn’t take long for the pleasure to build again.

  “So tight, mí bella,” he groaned between thrusts.

  Euphoria like I’d never known started to build again. Unlike my other orgasms, where I unraveled and fell apart in his arms, this one swept me up into a maelstrom of pleasure and pain, holding me at its mercy like a ship tossed in a storm. “Yes, yes, fuck me, baby!” I panted like a wounded animal as he plowed me harder, burying nearly his full length inside me. “Oh, God! Cesar!”

  It felt like the atom bomb of orgasms had gone off inside me. I tightened around him like a fist, making him feel twice as huge. It hurt so damn bad, but I couldn’t make him stop, because the orgasm was still plowing through me like a train that had run off its tracks.

  His head ballooned, pounding against me like a bass. Cesar jerked, groaning and digging his fingers into my ass. I let out a shaky breath, pushing into him as another wave of pleasure crested deep within me. Cesar fell into my rhythm, stroking my clit into a frenzy until I cried out, orgasms hitting me from two directions. I collapsed on the bed, and he rolled with me, tickling my neck with delicate kisses and nibbling my earlobe while unlocking my cuffs.

  “You were amazing,” he breathed.

  I draped an arm over his shoulder, playfully biting him. I flashed a sly smile. “You weren’t bad, either.”

  “Not bad?” He arched a brow, his voice dropping to an ominous growl. “Maybe I didn’t fuck you hard enough.”

  Instead of being frightened by his threat, I felt that familiar ache of desire low in my belly. What was happening to me? To us? I’d only lost my virginity last month. Ariana had told me about some of her bedroom experiments, but I wasn’t used to kink. It felt weird that we were being so naughty, and even more weird that I liked it.

  I bit my lip, feeling awkward. “You’re very wicked.”

  He smoothed his knuckles down my face, causing my eyelids to flutter. “You don’t seem to object.” He traced my lower lip with a finger.

  “Maybe I don’t.” I bit his finger, then suckled it.

  He slid it deeper into my mouth. “Maybe we’ll try more things.”

  More things? As in kinkier than anal sex? Wow. I’d had no idea Cesar was into this kind of bedroom play. Maybe Ariana was right. Maybe I didn’t know Cesar that well.

  More heat crept into my cheeks and flamed my chest. I pulled his finger out of my mouth, kissing his palm. “Maybe, but not if it’s something I don’t like.”

  “Of course.” He smiled softly, but I wasn’t fooled by that wicked gleam in his eyes.

  I confess my love for this man, and he tells me he wants to push sexual boundaries? I only hoped he wouldn’t push me too far, because I was not riding that swing or sleeping with his brothers.

  Oh, dear God, Savannah, what have you gotten yourself into?

  * * *

  Cesar

  I don’t know why I pushed the boundaries with Savannah. Did I regret it? Hell, no. I still couldn’t believe she’d let me, or that she enjoyed it so much, but those orgasms of hers practically shook the walls.

  After she’d fallen asleep, I put away the cuffs and went to the bathroom, surprised at my reflection in the mirror. I had a bruising bite mark on my shoulder. Yeah, I’d say she enjoyed it. I wondered how many other surprises my little bella had in store for me. This woman was amazing. Sadly, the more I realized how lucky I was to have her, the more I panicked that I’d screw up and lose her.

  My fear of pushing her too far warred with my desire to explore more. There was no greater euphoria than watching Savannah beg for it, then fall apart and shatter in my arms. Taking her higher and higher with each lovemaking was my goal. Besides, Ariana had probably told Savannah about all of her kinky boyfriends. I needed to up my game in case Savannah compared me to her friend’s lovers.

  Most importantly, I wanted to make this woman mine, now and forever. That thought scared me even more. What if she didn’t want forever with me?

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p; Don’t be stupid, Cesar. She said she loved you.

  Even though I tried to convince myself that she wasn’t like my ex-fiancée, I still had doubts. I feared if my kinky foreplay didn’t drive her away, my family surely would.

  Chapter Seven

  Savannah

  I woke to the familiar sound of Cesar’s phone alarm going off. I draped an arm over my eyes as he opened the heavy drapes leading to the balcony.

  He came back to bed, kissing my temple before holding me in a warm hug, his magical fingers working knots in my neck and down my spine.

  “I have to go,” he whispered, kissing me one last time.

  “Mmm,” I mumbled. “So do I.”

  Jake’s school was on the other side of town, and we had to set out early or risk getting stuck in the slow crawl of Houston rush-hour traffic.

  I sighed when his weight shifted and he left the bed, padding toward his bathroom across the room. I sat up, stretching my arms to the ceiling, and that’s when the ache hit me. Ouch. My ass felt bruised and raw but in a good sort of way, a delicious, kinky sort of way.

  I thought of our lovemaking while I took a shower, and I continued to think of it while I dried off. I thought of Cesar when I sat to tie my shoes, mostly because that uncomfortable ache in my ass made itself felt whenever I shifted.

  Damn, last night had been amazing.

  I pushed aside dark fears of Cesar getting too kinky for me to handle. He wouldn’t push me if I wasn’t ready. After all, he loved me. Wow. He loved me. I still couldn’t get over his admission. It felt nice loving a man and being loved in return. Real nice.

  I floated down the stairs in a cloud of happiness. I poured a cup of coffee, adding sweet creamer, and leaned against the island, smiling into my cup as I thought of all the orgasms he’d given me and how much I’d enjoyed my first experience with anal sex. Maybe pushing boundaries was a good thing. Maybe I would consider riding a swing.

  I heard Irma’s heavy footsteps behind me as she walked through the kitchen, but I didn’t turn around. I was still riding my anal orgasm high, and I didn’t want her ugly glower bursting it.