Red Leopard (The Vistaria Affair Series) Read Online Free Page B

pink pair of baby-doll pajamas and winked at Calli, her pixie-like features filled with mischief.
    “Minnie, do you have to talk like that?” Josh asked.
    “Dad, it’s Calli. She knows me.” She dropped the pajamas on the pile and patted the collection. “Tomorrow I’m taking you shopping. I know exactly where to go.”
    “Of course you do,” Calli said. “You would’ve had it figured out twenty-four hours after landing here.”
    “No, in one hour. I met a woman lawyer in the customs and immigration lounge at the airport and asked her where she got her suit and, voila , insider information on the best shopping spots on la colina. ”
    “‘In’, you mean,” Calli suggested.
    “ On ,” Minnie said firmly. “ Colina is ‘hill’. The city is Lozano Colinas , and the locals shorten it down to ‘the hill’, coz good ol’ Lozano lost claim to his hill when he kicked the bucket.”
    “It sounds so much prettier in Spanish. You’d better add a Spanish-English dictionary to the shopping list,” Calli added with a sigh.
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    She danced, whirled, dipped—her silk skirt brushed her legs with cool light caresses. She was as free as a bird, her heart light, bursting with elation and tingling with joy. She lifted her hands up to the stars above, the music encouraging her to swing and turn. Hands settled on her hips and a warm weight pressed up behind her. The weight was blood warm. Hot . She laughed out loud, the contact fizzing through her blood. She let him feel the sway of her hips. He pressed himself against her and a silvery thrill ran through her as she felt the thick hardness of his cock against her ass. He wanted her. He wants me . A thrill ran through her at the thought.
    They swayed together, their feet moving in gentle spirals as they turned. His hand rested low on her abdomen. His fingers spread out and pushed against her, driving her hips back into him. The hand slid a little lower, the fingers sliding over her mound. She could feel her nakedness beneath the silk for the heat of his hand seemed to brand her. Her clit, her whole cleft, throbbed in reaction. Lower. She wanted his hand lower, deeper.
    His other hand had lifted to her shoulder and gave a tug on the blouse. With the misty insubstantial magic of dreams, the blouse slipped down her arms, lower, lower, until it rested against her tight hard nipples.
    He tugged again.
    With a silent flutter, the shirt dropped to her waist, baring her aching breasts. She couldn’t stop her shoulders from pulling back, lifting the breasts up, offering them. She wanted them caressed. Touched.
    The hot hand cupped her breast, while the other pushed between her legs. And she realized then that not only her blouse had fluttered away, but her silky skirt had melted away to nothing. She was naked, quivering with a hot need that had not been met for far too long. But the hand between her legs did not caress her clit or slide into her pussy as she longed for.
    Instead, the hands smoothed their way back up to her hips and turned her around to face him. She looked upon a broad chest covered in a white shirt. It was a common business shirt, not the full white cotton shirt she had expected.
    When she tried to look up at his face she found her view blocked by the brim of a black hat, bent low. Determined, she twisted and ducked her head to look under the brim. He dropped his head lower, matching her movements and she had to move her head backwards to avoid a collision. His motion forced her into a curve backwards over his arm.
    She caught her breath, as she leaned back. Her whole body leapt to the alert. Every part of her was exposed, open. Her bare breasts pushed up into the air and her pelvis thrust forward, her mound, her clit, forced against his hip with a hard, luscious pressure. She knew what came next and ached for his touch, for the hand to rest on her waist and swoop up to her breast.
    The expected hand settled on her waist and she drew in a sharp breath