Free Spring Equinox: Celestial Seductions, Book 2 by Eden Bradley Page A

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