Her entire being felt achy and inflamed, as if someone had set a match to gasoline and poured it into her veins. Diego unzipped the jumpsuit and muttered something in Spanish when her half-naked body was revealed. She didn’t know what he said and really didn’t care. She only cared about the way his hands felt on her skin when he peeled the fabric past her shoulders and let it collapse into a puddle around her ankles. He kissed her neck, his mouth providing a moist suction that wreaked havoc on the sensitive skin. She leaned into his lips and slid a hand between them. Cupping the hard steel between his legs, she shivered at the power and strength he exuded. She wanted this. Longed for it. Had dreamed about it. “Veronica.” He groaned her name, with such ingrained agony that the sound elicited an answering moan from her. Her fingers continued to caress him through the jeans as he unhooked her blue cotton bra at the back.
