Was he right? What was wrong with a bit of fun? She knew the stakes. She wouldn’t be hurt…
‘I’m really not that kind of girl,’ she protested half-heartedly.
In that moment, Alessandro knew that he’d won. She wanted him. The soft yielding in her voice was an aphrodisiac that sent his body into hot overdrive.
‘I know you’re not,’ he said roughly. ‘Come to bed with me.’ He stood up, glanced towards the adjoining door where Flora was fast asleep. He held out his hand and stifled a groan of anticipated pleasure when she slipped her small hand into his.
‘I don’t know how long I’ve been thinking about this…thinking aboutyou.’ He shut the bedroom door behind them, locked it just in case, moved to close the curtains so that the room was suddenly plunged into shadows and darkness. He switched on the light by the bed and looked at her. ‘Don’t be nervous.’
‘I’ve seen those pictures of you…catwalk models draped all over you…’ But, nerves or not, she’d crept to the bed and sat, drawing her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them to stare at him.
‘I’ve never been this turned on in my life before.’
He began undressing and Georgie looked at him in open fascination.
He’d been thinking about this? If he could get inside her rebellious head, he’d find that she’d been thinking about it for an equally long time. Maybe since he’d first surprised her in his house and she’d looked at him as though she’d never seen a man in her life before.
He was half naked now and her heart was beating madly. Broad shoulders, sprinkling of hair in all the right places, a bronzed and hard and unapologetically masculine body.
This was a guy with zero feminine streak.
He was watching her, watching him, and as he stepped out of his trousers, it was obvious from the impressive bulge in his boxers that he was as turned on by her as she was by him.
For the first time Georgie knew what it felt like to be truly desired by a man who had eyes only for her and it was liberating.
She knelt on the bed and waged war with her top, finally pulling it off, and then she reached behind to unclasp the something-and-nothing bra she really didn’t even have to wear because there was so little to put inside.
The air-conditioning was on and the cold made her nipples stiffen.
‘Carry on,’ Alessandro murmured, strolling to stand by the side of the bed in just his black boxers, low-slung enough for her to see the line of hair that arrowed down from his belly button. ‘Don’t let me stop you. I’m already loving what I’m seeing.’
He reached inside the boxers and held himself, stroking and looking at her and, honestly, it was the most erotic thing she’d ever experienced in her whole life.
He hoisted her so that he could tug down the culottes, leaving her in some prim white cotton underwear, which couldn’t have been sexier. Georgie was as nervous as a kitten and yet the excitement of this once-in-a-lifetime desire was beating inside her like a drum.
When their eyes met and held, when he lowered his head to trail his tongue against her neck…she wasn’t nervous any longer. She felt free.
She leant back with a low moan and wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him against her so that they toppled back.
She traced the ridge of his spine with her fingers and luxuriated in his muscled shoulders, the hard bulge of his biceps and then the firmness of his narrow waist.
‘How are you sofit?’ she murmured. ‘I haven’t seen you use the gym once since we’ve been here. Do you work out?’
‘All the time. It’s an addiction.’
‘Really?’
‘No. I never work out. I ski when I can, run when I can and box when I can but I usually can’t. Time is money. Touch me…right…there… That feels so good…’
Georgie propelled him back and then she devoted herself to touching what she’d wanted to touch for ages.
She showered his neck with kisses, flicked her tongue over his shoulder blades and then over the flat brown nipples, which elicited a groan of pleasure from him.
She revelled in his body. She played with him, teasing his foreskin slowly until he covered her hand with his, tightly, stopping her because he was on the verge of losing it.
‘But I’d like to see you lose it,’ she whispered on a husky laugh as he flipped her over so that he was now in the driver’s seat.
‘Why?’
