Her voice, though barely audible, was strong. “Yes. I’m sorry, but I…”
Despising the bitter virulence of the emotions coursing through him at her admission, he dipped his face and took a rose-red nipple in his mouth. Georgia’s pathetic excuses cut off with a throaty gasp, and he slid a hand behind her back, filling his mouth with her voluptuousness.
Taste buds roaring into life, he closed his eyes and let the rest of his senses roar back into life too, let his lust for her fill him and drive out everything else.
Dio, nothing in this world felt or tasted better than Georgia. He’d walked away from her, but she’d refused to walk away from his subconscious. He’d carried her everywhere. A flash of white-blonde hair, a glimpse of pale blue, the delicate scent of flowers in bloom, the click of heels on hard floor, a hotel robe… all those things and more always took him back to her. For four long months, Georgia had plagued his thoughts and haunted his dreams.
And now she was here, with him, carrying the child she’d wilfully kept from him, more beautiful than his memories had allowed him to remember…
More beautiful than his memories haddaredallow him to remember.
Siena was beautiful, but she hadn’t been Georgia. He’d felt nothing for her, and she’d felt nothing for him, and he’d stood in that church waiting for her and for a fleeting moment had imagined he was waiting for Georgia. That fleeting moment had solidified everything inside him to the point where he’d known he’d rather let Lorenzo Esposito and his bastard sons do their worse than make the vows everyone was expecting of him. The plan his subconscious had been working on had taken control ofhim, and now he was here with the only woman he’d never been able to forget, and the passion that had once consumed him was burning afresh through his veins as if they’d never been parted.
Fingers gripped his hair and tugged sharply.
Breathing heavily, he lifted his face from her divine breasts and gazed at Georgia’s flushed, beautiful face. Niccolo was so much taller than her that even sitting down, she barely had an inch of height advantage over him.
He pulled her even closer and hooked his free hand to the side of her neck. “I despise you.”
Her fingers loosened their tight grip on his hair and spread out to cradle his head. “Good. Because I hate you.”
Close to drowning in sensation, he pressed his fingers tighter into her skin. “Tell me you missed me,” he demanded raggedly.
Georgia pressed her forehead to Niccolo’s and dug the pads of her fingers tight against his skull, filled with the need to mark him with her touch as his touch was marking her. Her breasts were tingling wildly. Heat burned low in her abdomen, thrills of sensation throbbing throughout her sensitised flesh.
God help her, it had always been this way. Right from the start, her sexual need for Niccolo had been beyond her control. To find that special alchemy they created together was still there and still blazed so strongly…
“Yes,” she hissed, hating them both for the admission. “I missed you.”
The hand on her neck rose and burrowed into her hair. Starkness pulsed from his dark eyes. “Good. Because I fucking missed you.” A beat later, his eyes pulsed into liquid and his mouth crushed against hers.
With a moan of rage at her unceasing desperation for him, Georgia sank into the hard, biting kiss. Angry lips parting in tandem, their tongues entwined furiously, and as her senses filled with the achingly familiar taste of Niccolo, all the angst andanguish she’d carried these last four months expelled through her body in a maelstrom of hate and desperate, desperate need.
Mouths moulded together like two starving shipwrecked sailors embracing land for the first time in forever, he lifted her onto the table, roughly parted her thighs and stepped between them.
Yanking his lips from hers, his nostrils flared and his jaw clenched as he stared intently into her eyes. “You’ve ruined me.”
She returned the intensity of his stare. “Good. Because you’ve destroyed me.”
There was no more talk. Niccolo’s mouth fused to hers for another savagely passionate kiss before sweeping down her neck to her breasts, enflaming her in the heat that had always been so potent between them… but never like this. Never when driven by emotion rather than pure lust. Georgia felt the emotion vibrating from him with the same intensity she felt it beating out of her heart. It was as angry and desperate and greedy as all the emotions driving her.
Pushing her flat on the table, he lavished her aching breasts with ravenous sucks and nips and licks that had her crying out for more and stoked the furnace ablaze deep inside her. Roughly exploring fingers dipped between her legs and slid inside her heat. She was already slick with desire for him, and she clasped his head, thrilling at the sensation of his silky hair between her fingers as much as the pleasure flickering into her every cell, all the way to the tips of her toes.
While he slathered his mouth and tongue over her breasts and pleasured her with his hand, she had the vague notion of him undoing his trousers and freeing himself. The throb deep in her core intensified.
Dimly, she remembered the first time she’d seen him naked and the spark of fear at the size of him that had gripped her. Even in her virgin state, she’d known he was huge, and herfirst instinct was that he would never fit inside her. By the time he’d finished worshipping every inch of her with his hands and mouth and tongue, she’d been so desperate for his possession that she’d practically takenhim. The pain had been fleeting, barely worth calling pain, the pleasure delirium-inducing, and now she parted her thighs wider in desperate invitation, close to delirious again in her need to have him inside her.
No second invitation was needed. His lips reclaiming hers, he fed his huge length inside her, driving himself the last few inches with one decisive thrust of his hips that was so shocking in the intensity of its pleasure that the last of any coherence vanished and Georgia dissolved fully into the carnal creature Niccolo had created.
His hands captured hers and held them tightly by her head, and then, jaw tight, his dark eyes hooded and locked on hers, he began to pound into her.
In their time together, they’d revelled in the exquisite pleasure they both got from their couplings. Sometimes they’d screwed. Sometimes they’d made love. Sometimes it was a secret quickie. Other times, a marathon of multiple orgasms. Never had it felt like this. Never had itbeenlike this. Never had emotion-led anger been the driving force; the pair of them spitting fury and hate from their eyes. But more than hate. More than fury. So much more, and as he fucked her wildly, Georgia could feel the anger driving out of her… and see it leeching out of him too.
Slowly, the tempo changed. Their tightly laced fingers loosened, and he slid a caressing hand behind her back, lifting her closer to him. Without any thought, she rested her elbows on the table and craned her neck for his kiss. A form of agony rang in his eyes before his long black lashes swept them shut and his mouth claimed hers in a passionately possessive kiss that made her heart cry.
Looping an arm around his neck and hooking her legs around his waist to pull him even closer, Georgia closed her eyes and sank into the wonder of Niccolo’s tender possession. The hand on her back slipped lower, clasping her bottom, locking their groins together, and the headily erotic sensations that had been building suddenly multiplied. Their bodies fused as tightly as their mouths, they rocked together, holding each other so tightly nothing could come between them, and when her climax ripped through her with a force she felt in the roots of her hair, she tore her mouth away and pressed her cheek tightly to his, sobbing his name as he groaned loudly and she felt the shudder of his own powerful climax and the sensation of his seed spilling deep inside her.
Chapter Six
