“You really want to know,tesoro?”
“Yeah, I do.”
His eyes glitter into mine, filled with danger and blatant, white-hot sex. “I’m going to fuck you like you’ve been wanting me to ever since that night in St. Thomas.”
Pound, pound, poundgoes my heart.Pulse, pulse, pulsegoes my clit. I swear he can hear them both. That he knows everything racing through my mind. That with one touch from him, I’ll go up in flames.
I can barely breathe. Or think. Somehow, I summon words.
“I think we both know that would be a very bad idea.”
“It’s a terrible fucking idea,” he agrees, his head dipping toward mine. “Tell me no.”
I settle my hands on his hard chest like they have the right to be there. I’m not pushing him away either. I’m caressing. Absorbing his strength, remembering what it was like to touch him this way that night. Before I found out who he was and everything fell apart and I had to tamp down all the pent-up lust roaring inside me.
“What if I don’t want to tell you no?” I ask, afraid of his answer.
Yet needing it more than anything.
“Then don’t say it.” His hands go to my hips, holding me gently, bringing me closer so that I can feel the rigid length of his cock straining against his slacks.
My panties are soaked, and he’s barely even touched me. I’m so done.
“Just for tonight,” I tell him, like it’s a promise I think we might both keep. “This isn’t going to be a repeat thing.”
“Until we’ve had our fill.” He’s unsmiling, his eyes eating me up, his fingers tightening on my hips. “I need to fuck you out of my system. One night wasn’t enough.”
No one has ever said something like that to me before.
No man has ever looked at me like he craves me. Like he can’t get enough. I’m drunk on the power. Drunk on him.
I feel like I’m someone else as I grab his tie and pull him to me. “What makes you think two nights will be?”
With a growl, he slams his mouth over mine. It’s the kiss I’ve been waiting for. The kiss I’ve been dreading. The kiss I’ve been needing. It’s like I’m awake again, thrown back into the raging fire of the night we met, when he was Alessio and I was Isla and nothing else mattered.
I kiss him with everything I’ve got, and he kisses me back like he wants to inhale me, like he wants to ruin me for anyone else who comes after him. And I know instinctively that he’s going to. That no one will ever make me feel the way this man does, even if the two of us are as impossible as day and night together at once.
“I’m going to fuck you all night,” he warns me.
And then he picks me up. I wrap my legs around his hips, twine my arms around his neck, and cling to him as he carries me straight to his bedroom. He doesn’t say another word the whole way there. Neither do I. He just walks us into his private domain, kicks the door closed behind him, and then drops me into the middle of the bed.
Then he looms over me, tearing at his shirt until buttons are popping. He claws off the tie and leaves his shirt hanging open, revealing a mouthwatering slice of his eight-pack.
Reaching for me, he whips my tank over my head. I’m wearing a lacy purple bra, and I reach behind it to undo the clasp, eager to help him. Now that we’ve crossed this line, I can’t wait to have him inside me again. His fingers slide into the elastic waistband of my leggings, and he yanks them down, along with my panties.
“Let me see you,” he commands, tossing them over his shoulder.
I know what he wants. Slowly, I glide my legs open, giving him a direct view of me. It’s not something I would have dreamed of doing with the light on, back when I was with Christian. It’s also not something he ever wanted. He was more of a fumble in the dark kind of guy, the art of foreplay not one of his stronger suits.
Not Alessio.
“Fuck,tesoro. You have a gorgeous pussy.” He gets on his knees on the bed, staring at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
“I’m pretty sure it’s average.”
“Sacrilege. That’s not how you talk about this pussy.” He lowers his head and gives me one long lick from my ass all the way to my clit. “This pussy is a work of fucking art.” He flicks his tongue over me in maddening circles.
I’m about to come.
