Burrowing deeper into the warmth of his body, Alex purred. Or at least that’s what the sound that escaped her throat sounded like. “Wake up, tesoro.” A deep languor claimed every sated muscle, every sensitive nerve ending. Leandro had carried her to the en suite and washed her. A rainfall shower that she hadn’t known existed, purple marble tiled bathroom and Leandro’s roving hands that had persuaded and pushed her to another release—the erotic sounds from her own mouth were going to haunt her every time she went in there. Her sex felt swollen and pulsed between her legs, her muscles sore in the most delicious sort of way. Mind numb with a profound sense of well-being, she took her own time before she remembered he’d said her name. “Hmm?” she answered back lazily, tossing about on the bed. “Stop wiggling around and stay still.” Large hands, capable of heart-wrenching tenderness, gripped her.
