She shifted under her pleasure as if torn between wanting it and wanting to escape it, unaware that the tease was as much for himself as it was for her. Unable to resist any longer, he slipped a finger beneath the clasp of her basque, beneath the line of the dampened silk panties into hot slick flesh.
This time it was he who groaned out loud.
A shudder rolled between them and he was uncaring where it started from, who it started from.
Cazzo.
He shook his head, giving up the internal argument he’d been having with himself, and dropped to his knees. His hands swept around her trembling thighs, and he could hardly believe that was where he found himself. After so many years, so much denial…
But just the scent of her need for him drove all thought from his head.
‘Micha.’ His name on her tongue was a plea, a prayer.
He tore apart the clasps of the basque and inch by inch revealed the perfection of her as he pulled her panties down her legs. His heart thundered, punching at his ribcage. He was a ravaging beast hell-bent only on her pleasure. He parted her with one hand and reached to palm her breast with the other, as he took her core in an open-mouthed kiss, sinking into heaven.
He growled into her hot wet heat and she bucked against his mouth, as his tongue probed, plunged, filled and teased. Maria panted for air, as his palms claimed her backside, holding her to him as he devoured her with licks and sucks and nips and…
‘Micha.’ This time his name was a warning that he didn’t need. He knew how close to orgasm she was. In part, becausehewas shockingly close to orgasm, and she hadn’t even touched him. Her body, shaking and restless, her breath harsh and short, her hands clutching and grasping at his shoulders and his hair.
She was on the edge and he damn near loved it.Lovedthat she was as driven to the brink by him as she was. That she too was drowning under whatever this was.
‘Micha, please,’ she begged.
‘No,’ he said, against her clitoris, refusing to give her a quick release from this no matter how she whimpered, caught on the edge of an orgasm as sharp as it was sublime. He punished them by drawing out the painful pleasure that was killing them both.
‘Micha,’ she pleaded.
‘No,’ he said again, pressing his tongue against the small bundle of nerves and shaking his head as she shivered almost frantically now.
‘Oh god,’ she whispered, ‘oh god.’
He lost count of her prayers, and instead indulged in the way her body readied itself for pleasure, the increase in heat, the dampness welling beneath his tongue, the way her legs tightened around him, the way that her cries became screams, and her breath got faster and faster, as he licked and nipped, and pressed and sucked, harder and harder, until everything stopped in a moment of shocked, tension-locked stillness… And then she collapsed against him in the ultimate surrender.
CHAPTER THREE
Maria came backto herself, slowly. Breath by breath, her pulse thundering. Her body, almost painfully sensitive to everything around her, the light, the feel of the wall against her back, the neckline of her basque digging into the soft slopes of her breasts, and Micha. Between her legs, still, taking little sips from her that sent shock waves through her body again and again. Her hands were still fisted in his hair, her traitorous body doing its own thing, holding him to her.
She tried to think about what she’d done, but she couldn’t because pleasure was still coursing through her body, carried thick and heavy in her bloodstream. She wasn’t done, and she knew that Micha most definitely wasn’t done. She’d felt the ridge of his arousal, through the superfine wool of his trousers. The powerful, steely length of him. And now she wantedthat.
Micha Rufina had turned her into a sensual voracious monster and it didn’t matter. Because after today, she would never see him again.
And rather than focusing on how that made her feel, she chose to focus on what that meant for her. On the fact that maybe, finally, she could take whatever she wanted from him. One final and only chance, to know what it was like, to explore everything she possibly could before never having to see him again.
It was liberating. It was freeing. She could do anything. She couldaskfor anything. Demand it. All the fantasies that he’d taunted her about. She could have them. This night. Oh, she knew he wouldn’t deny her a single thing. Because he’d had fantasies too. She’d seen them in his eyes when he’d looked at her.
Her fingers flexed in his hair, before tugging him back. She looked down at him, at his mouth, glistening with her own desire. He licked his lower lip without taking his eyes from her and her heart pounded painfully in her chest.
He ran a thumb over the curve of his bottom lip, and drew himself from his knees to stand before her, forcing her to crane her head back to keep the eye contact that was driving her near wild with want.
‘What?’ she asked, trying to unearth the indefinable look in his gaze that was something like surprise. ‘Did you think I’d leave now?’
‘Yes,’ he replied with the brutal honesty that had dominated their entire exchange that evening.
‘I’m not leaving until this is well and truly done,’ she said, the words landing like unexploded bombs between them.
‘Are you sure,cara?’ he asked, loosening the tie at his neck with two vicious yanks, her eyes hungering for the sight of a chest that had been impressive eleven years before but now would be incredible.
‘Absolutely.’
