‘In the meantime, shall we eat?’ he suggested.
As he spoke, Luca teased her lips with a slice of ripe peach, and one thing led to another. Kisses had never been so sweet and delicious as two people shared one slice of peach.
When he sucked peach juice from her mouth she felt a corresponding tug down low in her belly. Then he found the fastening on her gown. Her emotions were all over the place. How could life be so cruel as to allow them to meet, when she was patently unsuited to romancing a prince?
‘Hey,’ Luca whispered, his lips very close to her mouth, ‘anyone would think you were distracted.’
‘I am,’ she admitted, gasping as he found her nipples through her dress and began to tease them. ‘Please stop,’ she begged, laughing and moaning with pleasure all at one and the same time.
‘You’re very sensitive there,’ he approved. ‘What about here?’
She sucked in a breath as his hand began to work between her legs. Using just his thumb at first, he rubbed gently, but persuasively until his forefinger took over using a more direct approach.
‘You know I can’t hold on,’ she wailed.
‘Can’t you?’
He sounded so matter-of-fact as he continued to work his magic. ‘Relax and open your legs a little more for me,’ he instructed.
Obedience was vital and she did so immediately, and was instantly rewarded with the most powerful release yet. It was a long time later when she was finally able to speak, but before she could say anything he began to touch her again. And now it was impossible to concentrate on anything else.
When the waves of her next climax subsided, there was something she had to say.
‘I’ve thought of a way to pay you back.’
‘You have? When did I give you the chance to think about that?’
‘Earlier,’ she chastised softly, ‘while I was getting ready for tonight. I thought I could write something for your tourist board to promote Madlena. Advertise the country and its assets.’
She didn’t know if she was pleased or not when Luca paused and lifted his head to tell her he thought it a very good idea.
‘Well, thank you, kind sir.’
‘You’re welcome. Now, please allow me to enjoy the rest of my supper...’
CHAPTER ELEVEN
ASSAMIAPARTEDher lips in surprise, he drove his mouth down on hers. She tasted of milk and honey, and it was harder by the minute to remember this was leading to a marriage of convenience. Samia didn’t know that yet, although the arrangements were already well under way in Madlena. Meanwhile, her capacity for pleasure seemed endless, which pleased him, and boded well for his scheme.
‘Let’s go,’ he murmured as he soothed her down again and then helped her straighten her dress.
‘Yes,’ she whispered as he lifted her into his arms.
Her gown was little more than a wisp of material, but even that was a barrier to Samia’s lithe and eager body. He wanted nothing more than to rip it off, but was forced to curb the impulse as they crossed the public part of his yacht. Once they were enclosed in opulent silence out of public view, he shifted her position to kiss her, while she clung to him with fingertips made of steel. ‘Bed, now,’ he growled.
‘Or even sooner,’ she whispered as he dipped his head to kiss her again. ‘Can your crew spare you?’
‘I’ve sorted the problem. They just have to check the sails. This is the real emergency.’
She laughed as he strode on to his stateroom. Shouldering the door, he carried her in. Kicking it closed behind them, he took her zip down and sloughed the dress from her shoulders. ‘Step out of it,’ he said softly. ‘Please,’ he added huskily when she gave him a challenging look.
He was beyond impatient to feel her soft warmth yielding beneath him, but willed himself to remain calm. His reward was seeing the need on her face as her shoulders relaxed. She was barefoot and beautiful, and now completely naked; it was Samia’s turn to challenge him. ‘Undress,’ she ordered.
They faced each other. ‘You take them off,’ he invited. Holding his arms out at his side, he waited. She hesitated a couple of seconds as her desire to strip him warred with a woman who’d been cruelly robbed of enjoying union with a man by her bully of an ex. His will to protect her surged again, even stronger than before.
With no idea of the forces she was unleashing, she began in true Samia style with his belt buckle. ‘Stop. This is not the way things should be.’
‘How should they be?’
