Nina's yelp broke from her as she felt him press against her entrance, her fingers digging into his back.
"Wait—" she moved away from him, her heart thudding hard in her chest.
Rodrigo raised his head to look at her. His eyes were darker than she had ever seen them, his hands cradling the sides of her face, breath unsteady.
"I'll be careful," he murmured, and took her mouth again.
Her fingers tangled in his hair.
She felt everything — the brush of his breath along her cheek, the heat of his chest against hers, the nervous pull low in her stomach. His mouth moved to her jaw, her throat, the curve of her shoulder. Unhurried. His lips found the hollow of her collarbone and stayed there, and a shiver moved through her that had nothing to do with cold.
