Free Faith in You by Charity Pineiro Page A

no quarter. She sat up again and ran her hands up the sensitive skin of his underarm. He wriggled then, reaching down to stop her hands. “Ticklish?”
    Paul smiled at the devilish grin on her face. “A boy has to have some secrets, darlin’” he drawled and shifted his hands to her thighs where he stroked his hands up and down lazily as she continued her explorations.
    She skimmed her hands to his shoulders and down his arms to his hands. Taking hold of them, she moved them to her waist, then up to her breasts. She held them against her, cupping his hands until he cradled the firm globes.
    “Sometimes it’s fun to find out secrets,” she said.
    Her hands continued to rest against his as he teased her nipples with his fingers. “Secrets like whether this is --”
    “Nice,” she finished for him on a groan and dropped her head back, arching her body into his hands.
    “Very nice.”
    Paul’s hands shook as he treasured her and his body ached painfully. Worse, he wanted more. More of her secrets. More of her body bared to him, given freely to him. He encircled her waist with her hands, rolling with her until she was trapped beneath him and his arousal was pressing into the soft rounded flesh of her belly.
    He slipped to her side and bent his elbow until he could rest his head on his hand. He looked down at her for a second, then reached up, stroked one breast.
    Carmen watched him intently studying her and her blood raced through her veins, flushing her body with warmth. Dampening the intimate spot between her legs. She moved her legs, trying to find some position that would ease the tension building there.
    Paul smiled above her and moved his free hand until it stopped just below her navel. He spread his fingers and with the size of his hand, he nearly covered her entire midsection. “Will you tell me what other secrets you have? What other things that you like,” he said and moved his hand lower.
    Her breath barely managed to come out of her chest, but somehow she muttered a hoarse, “This,” and with her hand, moved his down, between her legs to the place that ached so. That wanted the touch of his hands … of his lips.
    Carmen trembled as he answered part of her wish then, rubbing his thumb across the nub hidden in her brown-black curls, pressing against her gently while at the same time he bent his head, took her nipple in his mouth, and suckled.
    She held him against her, shaking as the tug of his mouth on her breast created an insistent pull between her legs. Restlessly she arched her hips, and he answered by slipping his finger inside, moving in her until the pull intensified, spread throughout her body, leaving her gasping and shaking.
    “Paul,” she groaned and gripped his shoulders to find some stability as everything around her seemed to be dissolving.
    Paul fought the urge to bury himself in her moist quaking depths but knew he was on the edge of his own control as a drop of moisture escaped him. “Carmen,
mi amor
,” he said huskily, pressing his arousal against the side of her hip.
    Her eyes snapped open and she met his gaze and he knew she wanted the same thing. “Are you protected?”
    “I haven’t slept around and I’m on the Pill,” she replied shakily and he slipped between her legs, but paused.
    “Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked, his heart somewhere in his throat as he waited for her answer.
    She smiled tenderly, reached up, and ran her hand along the nape of his neck. “I’ve never been more sure.”
    He slowly entered her and her body welcomed him, but not just physically. As her wet and heat urged him on, her soft heart-felt moan entered into his soul, wrapped itself around him, and he knew he’d never be free of her.
    He moved, made the union of their bodies complete, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, opening her eyes. He saw her love then, her acceptance, and it was nearly his undoing.
    Carmen cradled his jaw and lifted herself until she reached