Her smile did something strange to his stomach. “I’m sorry to break it to you but I’m a weakling. I don’t think my legs are strong enough to do what I want to do.”
His laugh was hoarse. He liked her honesty.
Only she wasn’t honest, he reminded himself sharply. She was lying about her name. Her career. And he was certain she’d lie about her father too.
He pressed his hands into her hips, digging his fingers into her soft flesh. “Let me help you, then.”
He lifted her easily; she was light. He guided her over his length, smiling as she tilted her head back and began to make those gorgeous little noises of rapturous pleasure once more.
Holding his control was almost impossible. As he felt her muscles clench and squeeze him anew, he had to use every single ounce of his willpower to stop from emptying himself completely.
He watched her, and he thought again of how great it would be to tell her father how he’d used her beautiful body for his own pleasure.
Slowly, her breathing returned to normal and she dropped her head forward to look at him. “Who are you?” Her eyes roamed his face; he understood.
“Benedetto Arnaud,” he answered simply, a smile shaping his lips.
She shook her head. “But who are you? How can you do this to me?”
He reached up and flicked one of her taut nipples. She shuddered at the contact.
“It is just sex,” he said simply.
Her expression clouded. “I know. But it’s not like … I mean …”
Pleasure blew through him like a leaf in the breeze. “It is different for you?”
She nodded slowly. “It’s not like I’m completely inexperienced,” she promised, embarrassment bringing colour to her cheeks. He liked it. This version of Kate wascompletely at odds with the icy woman he’d first met.
“No?” He prompted.
She shook her head. “But it’s always been so … calm … compared to this.”
He moved his hips, reminding her that his length was still hard inside her.
She bit down on her lip. “This is so animalistic. So raw.”
“As sex should be,” he responded simply. He grabbed her hips and now he rolled her easily, catching her so that she didn’t hit the hard tiled floor with force. His hands cradled her head. She squirmed uncomfortably.
“My hands …”
“Are lifting you up, holding you perfect for me.” He spread her legs with his palm and she saw what he meant. It was impossible to lie flat on the ground with her hands behind her back.
“It’s not comfortable,” she murmured, studying his face. There was a duality there beyond the passion.
“You will soon forget about that,” he assured her, and he thrust into her again. This time, when her world began to crumble and break apart, he chased after her. Their cries mingled to make one guttural sound of release.
The last thing Kate was conscious of before she squeezed her eyes shut was the brightness of the stars overhead. She held darkness around her for several minutes, until reality slowly began to throb through her. She felt him move away and blinked. He was only gone a second before returning with a soft rug.
“Sit up.”
When she didn’t immediately comply he made a clicking noise of impatience and reached behind her shoulders to guide her to sitting. He deftly untied her wrists, and watched as she brought them in front of her and rubbed the pink flesh.
Shock was shooting through her. He was still clothed, for God’s sake. She was completely naked, and he was wearing a tuxedo. Apart from the missing neck tie, he didn’t look at all out of place.
“Well,” she said, her voice coldly detached despite the heat of passion they’d just shared. “That was unexpected.” Her smile was apologetic.
“Not for me,” he responded.
