‘It’s a long flight. You want to be able to sit down at some point, although there are alternatives to that. But it’s totally up to you if you want to board my plane with a spanked ass.’
I was wearing panties, because that Catholic upbringing allowed rebellion only to a point, and strolling through a busy hotel with dozens of guests while totally naked beneath my dress was too sinful for my blood.
What about what you’re doing now?
My heart squeezed painfully at the question, but that too I stuffed into the ‘to be examined later’ box.
Still stroking him because he was beautiful and I was addicted, I tugged up the hem of my dress, arranged it high up so he could see the silk lace I had on underneath.
He drew a knuckle along my seam. ‘Look at you, already soaked for me. You walked across that hotel lobby like this, didn’t you, hungry for my cock?’
‘Yes,’ I moaned.
His head dropped and he flicked his tongue across one nipple, then sucked it into his mouth.
‘Oh God.’
He toyed it with his teeth, then released it for a second. ‘Good?’
‘So good,’ I cried.
‘Are you sore from last night?’ he asked, and that foolish, dangerous sensation swelled higher at his tender consideration.
‘A little,’ I replied, ignoring the heat consuming my face. ‘But I can take it. I want it.’
‘Then let’s make it even better. Push your panties to the side, baby. Show me how well you can take my cock.’
I was a simpering fool by the time I raised my hips and notched him at my core. My fingers digging into his nape to steady myself in the swaying car, I held my breath. And sank down onto him.
His head snapped up long enough to catch my tiny scream as he surged deep to bottom out in the best possible way.
God, it felt so, so good!
‘Fuck!’ His choppy breathing played like a symphony to my ears. ‘I’m growing seriously addicted to you, you know that?’
Did I say I needed to throttle my power? Be sensible about celebrating it? Because right in this moment I wanted to dance in the deluge until I was soaked to the marrow.Fuck the danger.
I forgot I was in a moving car, that a simple pane of possible soundproof glass separated us from an audience. I was utterly consumed by Cesare Salvatore and not a single bone in my body was sorry.
And needless to say I didn’t take in a single sight of the scenery until we arrived at the private hangar where his jet waited, ready to whisk us to our dangerous, forbidden adventure.
23
MADDELENA
‘The Maldives?’
‘Yes. It’s a four-and-a-half-hour flight. Minimum interruptions. And best of all, we’ll be surrounded by water so you can’t get away from me that easily,’ Cesare said.
The hand gliding down my naked back was lazy but his gaze was anything but. Since our heated exchange in the shower last night, his intensity – already head-wrecking – had increased.
He probably sensed I wasn’t telling him everything, and hell, I wasn’t sure he was entitled to know. Or perhaps more accurately, I wasn’t sure how he would react so I was holding on to the fact that my grandfather had all but given me away to some Sicilian stranger like a sack of grain.
‘I see.’
One eyebrow quirked. ‘Not even a token protest? You’re slipping,bedda.’
I shrugged, my muscles protesting languidly at the exercise they’d been put through for the last few hours.
