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life growing up in Sweden, the fruit and cheese long since devoured, the champagne gone. He kissed her hair, a strange tenderness for her stirring inside him.
    He’d never taken things that far before—spanking a woman, pulling her hair.Something about Laura provoked him, her sexual assertiveness goading him, her desire for control a challenge he hadn’t been able to resist.
    So you’ve got a streak of Boricua machismo after all, cabrón .
    He’d found himself wanting to possess her completely. And, God, it had turned him on—watching her creamy ass turn pink, seeing goose bumps dance across her skin, feeling her grow wetter and hornier by the second.
    “We had a sauna in our backyard that my grandfather built.” Her fingers brushed lazy circles on his thigh. “When it was really cold, we would undress and sit together in the steam to keep warm and stay healthy. My mother—”
    “You didn’t sit in there naked.” Obviously he needed to pay better attention, because he couldn’t have understood her correctly.
    She laughed. “Who wears clothes into a sauna?”
    “But you must have wrapped yourselves in towels or something.”
    “We put the towels on the benches. The wood gets very hot.”
    “So you sat in a sauna with your entire family, and you all saw each other naked.” Javier couldn’t imagine his family doing that. He shut his mind against the idea before a horrifying image of his naked abuelos could form in his head.
    “It’s really no big deal. Everyone has a body, you know.”
    “That doesn’t mean I want to see them.”
    His mother? His grandmother? His aunties?
    ¡Pal carajo! Oh, hell, no!
    But Laura was laughing. “I guess we have a different attitude toward nudity in Scandinavia.”
    “That’s the truth.”
    It helped explain why she seemed so at ease with her naked body. She was one of the few women he’d been with who hadn’t cut herself down in some way or tried to get reassurance from him that her butt wasn’t fat or her breasts weren’t too small or too big or too saggy. He could get used to that. Confidence was sexy.
    He nuzzled her ear, ran a thumb over her nipple, watched it pucker. “Did you go topless on the beach?”
    “Of course.”
    The idea of a teenage Laura prancing around in public wearing nothing but bikini bottoms sent a surge of heat to his groin.
    You’re scum, Corbray.
    Incredibly, he began to get hard again, his erection pressing against her hip. He’d thought he was finished for the night, but being near her like this had apparently given his cock other ideas. She was a living, breathing aphrodisiac.
    He pressed kisses along her throat, both hands fondling her breasts now, teasing their sensitive tips, the part of him that had wanted to possess her earlier now longing to show her gentleness.
    Her head lolled to the side, her eyes drifting shut as he kissed and nibbled his way along her pulse. “Javi, what have you done to me? These past two days…”
    He bit her earlobe. “Just enjoy the ride.”
    He nudged his legs between hers, bent his knees and spread them, forcing her legs apart. Reaching with one hand to cup her, his fingers caught and stretched her inner lips and her clit while his fingertips circled the still-slick entrance to her vagina. Soon, her breathing was ragged, each exhale a sexy little moan, her head rolling slowly from side to side on his chest, her nails digging into his thighs.
    He angled his hips to enter her from behind, her pussy closing around him, wet and hot, as he thrust inside her. He fucked her slow and easy, determined to give them both all the sexual pleasure they could take, this position allowing him to pamper her, to touch and tease her everywhere—those sweet rosy nipples, the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, her swollen clit.
    He’d spent years training his body, learning to use it as a weapon, teaching it to respond to his will. Now he used that training to slow himself down, willing his muscles to relax, holding