Walls, doors, companionways rushed past. Everything became a blur. Then he stopped dead and, whirling her around, he pinned her to the wall with his fists planted either side of her head. She was still in midyelp of surprise when his black eyes asked one question:Do you want this?
Having seen all he needed to, Luca continued to lead her on down the corridor. When they reached the companionway leading to the upper deck, he went ahead, and then stopped and turned to face her. Without the slightest hesitation she moved into his arms. Lifting her, he shouldered his way into the first door they came across. Kicking it shut behind them, he secured the lock. Carrying her across a glorious, jewel-coloured Persian rug, in what was a very smart-looking office, he lowered her onto the desk. Nudging his way between her legs, he made her cry out with pleasure at his first touch, and that was just his thigh brushing against her. There was no mistaking how much he wanted her. Moving deeper, he dipped at the knees and slowly drew himself up again, so she could enjoy the full benefit of his erection. Beneath the placket of his surf shorts, she could feel every inch of his firm length and incredible breadth. The prospect of knowing him intimately drew a whimper of excitement from her throat. The wealth of hard muscle beneath her hands, together with Luca’s knowing attention to that sensitive place between her legs, gave her an overload of sensation, and before she could stop herself she lost control.
‘That’s good,’ he breathed as she bucked helplessly in his arms while pleasure rampaged through her body. She cried out in time to each exquisite spasm, until finally they subsided and she collapsed, gasping with shocked delight in Luca’s arms.
There was no brushing of lips or tender exploration, and none needed. Luca drove his mouth down on hers, and she responded with matching fire. No longer two people reeling from the unexpected hand of cards that life had dealt them, a woman fearful of penetrative sex, and a man mourning the loss of his brother, they were feral creatures in the prime of life feeding greedily off each other’s hunger.
‘I want more,’ she gasped, writhing and thrusting to prove it. Having been denied any semblance of enjoyment in the physical side of marriage, she was desperate to try everything Luca could teach her. The urge to pleasure him in return was just as strong. Slipping her hands beneath his top, she pulled up the fabric to kiss his hot skin. Tanned, salty, and hard with muscle, Luca was everything she’d expected and more, and the taste of him pushed her arousal higher. He responded by tugging down the straps of her sundress to expose her breasts, but even though she strained towards him, he denied her his touch where she wanted it, and only teased her with kisses on her neck, and on her shoulders.
‘Oh, please, more,’ she begged, feeling as if her nipples were screaming for attention.
Luca laughed softly, down deep in his throat, while she urged him on with guttural sounds of need. The way he used his tongue and teeth to tease her mouth, her lips, made heat flash to her core. She was as hungry as if she hadn’t experienced the ultimate pleasure only minutes before. It still wasn’t enough. She had to feel him skin to skin.
A cry of excitement escaped her throat when Luca ripped off his top and flung it across the room. Holding his fierce stare, she issued a challenge of her own. Pulling her dress over her head, she dared him to mock her as her ex had.They’ll bruise your knees when you’re older, he had used to sneer, referring to her generous breasts, but Luca was openly admiring.
‘Magnificent...’ he whispered, cupping them and weighing them appreciatively as he chafed her nipples with the lightest of touches.
Throwing her head back, she moaned, ‘More...’
‘Don’t worry, I haven’t finished with you yet,’ he promised as a sigh of pure pleasure shuddered out of her.
‘I need this,’ she somehow managed to gasp.
‘I know it,’ he confirmed huskily.
He understood her need and his voice was pure seduction in itself. When he reached for the catch on her bra, she shifted position to help him. Wriggling out of it, she made his job easy, but if there was one thing she had learned about Luca, it was that he was never predictable. Her knickers were discarded next, and, dropping to his knees in front of her, he parted her legs and brought them to rest on his shoulders. With a groan of anticipation, she relaxed back onto the desk, leaning on her forearms for support. Papers went flying this way and that, and a big red box went crashing to the ground. ‘Leave it,’ Luca growled as he supported her buttocks to lift her to his mouth.
He was right. Nothing mattered. Nothing could, she reflected dazedly as she drifted into a world where pleasure ruled. Could she survive this? She wondered as Luca explored her with his tongue. The sensation was indescribable. How did he know how to do this, and to do it so well? She ground her body against his mouth, knowing there was no hope of holding on, and no reason to, so she didn’t even try. Her world shattered into a rhythmical starburst explosion of sensation, while she cried out as each pulse of pleasure gripped her, with her fingers laced through Luca’s hair.
‘More?’ he suggested wryly when she was finally quiet.
What do you think?banged in her brain, but she couldn’t drag in enough air to say the words. The best she could do was to express herself in sensual sounds of need.
‘Empty your mind and relax every muscle,’ he instructed as he spread her legs wide.
‘Yes,’ she agreed eagerly. She would agree to anything now.
‘Don’t hold back,’ he advised.
As if she could!
Closing her eyes and thinking of nothing but sensation intensified the experience. Taking his time, Luca teased her back to a state of full arousal where he kept her suspended until she was as hungry for pleasure as if she’d never been fed.
‘So, so good,’ she gasped as he upped the pace of his mind-shatteringly skilful lapping. Changing his grip on her buttocks so he could use one hand to pleasure her, he lifted her to a new level with delicate feather-light strokes of his finger pad. That, added to the exquisite pressure of his tongue, tipped her over the edge again, and she fell, shrieking with relief as each powerful pleasure wave gripped her.
She was still hazy minded with the afterglow when he gathered her into his arms. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t need to, he just held her and stroked her, and kissed her as he soothed her down.
‘We will talk later,’ he promised in a tone she’d never heard him use before. ‘But take your time,’ he added gently, ‘I won’t rush you.’
‘Into what?’ she asked with a frown.
Pulling back, she stared deep into Luca’s eyes. She was calm, and she was drowsy and contented, but when someone went out of his way to be considerate, her past history made her suspicious. Her ex had been a perfect example. When he wanted something, he could be particularly nice. What did Luca want?
‘I won’t rush you into dinner,’ he explained with one of his dangerous smiles.
‘Okay.’ But something still niggled at the back of her mind.
Scooping up her clothes, Luca held them while she dressed. She couldn’t fault him for politeness. Her only concern was that everything seemed to be happening in such a rush. Getting to this stage in a relationship took weeks usually, but with Luca her control was out of the window.
