Wicked Obsession (Bend to My Will #6) Read Online Free

across the valley, and the beauty of the countryside exuded tranquility.
    Vivienne couldn’t imagine visiting Barcelona without eating plenty of seafood. For dinner, which was at seven that evening, Jacob took her to La Mar Salada, where they ordered the black rice with prawns and monkfish. Although Vivienne had noticed that the locals drank wine from any type of glass, no special stemware required, the restaurant poured the Albariño in the long-stemmed glasses she was used to. They languished over the meal and even had dessert, which was a smelly cheese that melted in her mouth, served with port wine.
    Over the days in Catalonia, Vivienne was enthralled with the culture and history, listening to the Catalan or Spanish languages spoken throughout the region, along with liberally imbibing the food and wine. The capital city of Barcelona stood out with its quirky art and architecture, imaginative food, and vibrant street life.
    People in the countryside got together in open areas, and brought wood planks with sawhorses to create makeshift tables where families danced to guitar music. They drank wine, and nibbled on cheese with plenty of olives. One evening, through a friend of a friend, Jacob was invited to a get-together, and Vivienne had such a good time. The fancy restaurants had nothing on the festive spirit and good food enjoyed informally.
    It seemed so natural to end the day with tapas and a good bottle of wine. Since dinners were late, Vivienne got into the swing of taking a longer lunch that included a nap, as was the custom. The nights in the hotel suite were as memorable as the days in the countryside.
    One evening, after attending an authentic flamenco dance show at Palau de la Música, they went back to the room and sat on the terrace gazing out at the dark blue water, the city lights sparkling along the coastline.
    Vivienne was thankful for the quiet. “As much as I enjoyed the dancing,” she said, “my ears are hurting from all the yelling, loud clapping, and stomping.”
    Jacob laughed. “The audience had a lot of spirit.”
    The padded lounges they sat on faced the ocean, with slanted windows offering a view of the sky. As was their habit, they’d dressed up for the theater. Jacob wore ivory-colored linen slacks, tailored to his narrow hips and lean thighs. His short-sleeved dress shirt was pale gold, making the blue of his eyes striking in contrast. He’d removed his belt, and his shoes, so when he bent his knees his bare feet rested on the padding.
    He looked so casual, and so impossibly touchable. Vivienne eyed his bare feet, wanting to kiss them, but just looking was sensual enough for now. Her eyes roamed over Jacob’s body, and she admired the bulge of his biceps where his shirt sleeves touched his skin. The shirt was fitted, showing off his muscled chest. When her eyes lingered a bit too long over the bulge in his slacks, Jacob reached out to her.
    Vivienne wore a light summer dress with a green lace overlay. It was feminine but not too fussy. She had kicked off her high heels, and while Jacob had been occupied, she’d removed her panties. The tiny bra she wore wouldn’t provide much of a challenge. Jacob pulled her onto his lap with her back against his chest.
    With her legs stretched out on the lounge between his bent knees, Vivienne’s toes extended toward the ocean and her butt pressed against Jacob’s erection. He wrapped one arm around her waist, nuzzling and sniffing her hair.
    “You always smell so good,” Jacob said. He kissed the top of her head, then Vivienne tipped to the side so he could kiss her jaw. When she turned to look up at him, Jacob’s mouth covered hers, and she melted into his hot kiss.
    The tastes of wine and male seduced her, and Vivienne’s sex heated instantly. She felt the air caress underneath the dress, turned on by her own nakedness. Jacob’s tongue delved into her mouth, slashing against hers, making her moan softly in the back of her throat.
    Roughly