Havana Heat

Published by: eXtasy Books

Author : Felicia Cummings

ISBN :978-1-55410-711-7

Page :82

Word Count :20500

Publication Date :2010-09-10

Series : #

Heat Level :

Available Formats : Havana Heat (pdf) , Havana Heat (prc) , Havana Heat (epub) , Havana Heat (mobi)

Category : Erotic Romance

Product Code: 978-1-55410-711-7

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A life of crime may look glamorous from the outside, but when you're born into that lifestyle, it can feel like a prison.

They say Teresa Moreno was a wild child, since the rich get to do as they please, but some things were forbidden to Teresa, like the right to love. She was young, rich, and the most beautiful Latina girl Carmine Castanos had ever seen, but he was merely her bodyguard. What right had he to fall in love with her? From the moment they met, eyes ablaze with heat and mystery, they were destined to be together, at all costs. For him, he had never had a woman love him as deeply as Teresa did, and for her, he was the first guy to actually be able to make her quiver just by hearing her name roll off his delectable lips. The fire that was ignited between them could not be easily extinguished, as her powerful father, Antonio Moreno, tried to do. He had his own plans for his baby girl and they did not include the hired help. After a lifetime of being daddy's little girl, Teresa makes the decision to run away, leaving the mobster life she had been groomed to lead and start a new life with the man she loved. As long as she had Carmine by her side, her escape from Hell would be well worth the emotional burns that would mark her skin for a lifetime.

"I think you're the hottest, sexiest Latina I've seen in a long time." he replied, running his hands up and down her back. A tense silence followed his comment as they sat there in a mutual fantasy world all of their own. Her head inched closer and closer to his face, lips quivering and aching to taste his.

"Teresa, I can't do this." he whispered against her waiting lips.

"Don't you want me?" she asked, reaching underneath his shirt, stroking the pinkish brown nipples that instantly became erect from her touch. He just smiled and laughed outright.

"Fuck, girl, you know I want you, but I also want to live." Passion ignited in his eyes, and he began kissing her. Those soft lips of hers were the sweetest he had ever tasted--so delectable, so fresh, so forbidden! Her hips began to move and sway in his lap, brushing against the one organ that was so damn pleased to have her there. Pulling back, he looked at her, shocked and surprised by his impulsive actions. Gazing in her eyes, he allowed her to see a depth of his emotions that no one had seen in a long time. Gently, he picked her up, laying her across the bed. It took everything in him to fight the urge to take her in his arms and fuck the shit out of her. He had been with a number of women in his youth, and he had no doubts she was truly experienced and wouldn't disappoint his expectations, but for some reason, he didn't want things going down like that between the two of them. Clamping down on his teeth, he fought back the sexual visions and suggestions his body was whispering to him and said...

"I'll be in the hallway if you need me."

"What the fuck is going on? No… no, this is not happening. Are you telling me you don't want any of this pussy?" Suddenly, he pressed her down against the sheets, unfastening her shirt and fondling the supple skin of her breasts. His knee pried open her legs, and he lay there between them. Long fingers wiggled their way underneath the wet lace of her panties and dallied in the warm pink folds of her flesh.

"Is this what you want? You want me to fuck you good, baby?" he roughly growled in her neck. She grew dizzy, as their first intimate contact between each other took place. Lush with need and ripe for the picking, his fingers dug deeper, inside her wet center.

"Yes oh God yes, I want you to fuck me."

"Well I'm not going to." he said, leaning back and closing her legs. Her gaze narrowed in confusion.

"What?" she asked, pulling her skirt back down. A faint breeze from the window carried her wildflower and jasmine scent to him.

"If you're not gonna start treating yourself like a lady and stop giving your pussy away to any guy who shows the slightest bit of interest in you then damn it, I will. I'm not fucking you to take the pain away, Teresa. You're not some fucking whore in a bar and I hate it that you don't seem to see that. Like I said, if you need me, I'll be in the hallway." She leaped from the bed and quickly blocked the bedroom door.

"You do know I can make your life a living hell. All I have to do is tell Papi about this and you're ass is fucked." He looked at her for a long, questioning moment, before responding.

"Is that what you really want, Teresa?" Shaken by the intensity of his gaze upon her, she shook her head and wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her face in his chest.

"Oh, Carmine. I'm a spoiled bitch. Why do you keep this job?" she asked, squeezing him tight against her. With trembling hands, he ran his fingers through her hair, massaging the nape of her neck with his thumb.

"I'm starting to like you, even though I have a feeling you're going to be the death of me. Fuck, Teresa--what the fuck have you done to me girl?" he asked, holding her tight against his taunt body.