But with Sam, he’d wanted to from the first moment. Not just this—he wanted to do every thing he’d ever imagined to her. He wanted to mark her, inside and out, so that she’d never forget him. So that she never went to another man and didn’t think of him.
A hard tug in his hair had him looking up. Her breasts heaved, her nipples all plump and pretty. And her eyes…dilated and full of a raw hunger for him.
Alessandro reached up with one hand and traced the scar, a strange hollow in his stomach.
“Please, Alessandro, no more…”
He tweaked one nipple, and she arched into the touch. “No more of this,bella?”
She cursed. “No more tormenting me.”
“That’s up to me,tesoro.” He hooked the fingers inside her and pressed at the soft spot. Her mouth fell open on a guttural moan.
He watched her, his heartbeat thundering, every inch of him taut.
But when she looked at him, there was something in her eyes that speared him in his chest. “You promised me pleasure.”
He latched onto her clit with his lips and sucked.
She fell apart in seconds, her fingers scratching and digging into his neck, her sex contracting around his fingers, her hips chasing his mouth in an erotic tango. A soft cry fell from her lips as another climax followed the first.
When he pushed to his feet, she folded into his embrace—damp and soft and trembling—her arms thrown about his waist, face hidden in his chest. Her tears seeped through the shirt into his skin.
He pushed away damp tendrils from her forehead, tenderness engulfing him. “Sam?”
“Don’t look at me. I’m just being naïve and silly.”
“Take as long as you want,bella.”
Gathering her to him, he held her, an indescribable sensation cracking open in his chest. This was no affair he would walk away from unscathed. This woman was doing something to him, and he had no defenses left. No willpower to fight.
“Damn, you’re good at that,” she whispered, before looking up.
“You’re vocal and responsive and greedy,” he said, tweaking her nose. “That makes you the perfect lover.”
“That is high praise. Just don’t expect the same kind of expertise from me, okay? I’ve barely scratched the—” she pressed a hand to her mouth, her eyes suddenly wary.
The last thing he wanted was a look into past lovers. It didn’t matter if it was Matteo or someone else. Even the idea of another man seeing her laughter, her tears, her vulnerability threatened to reduce him into nothing but animal instincts.
“You don’t have much experience,” he said, with a grumbling sigh. “Shall we leave it at that?”
The wariness fled, and laughter danced in her eyes. “How are you hot even when you’re so disgruntled and grumpy?”
He kissed her softly, slowly. She licked his lower lip, brown eyes shimmering. “I want to go down on you.”
His cock twitched in his trousers. “Not tonight.”
“Why do you get to make the rules?”
“Because I’m an arrogant asshole, and I want things the way I want them. When I want them.”
She scrunched her nose at him. “Then, we’re going to spend my stay fighting and not f—”
With one quick tug, he had her over his shoulder and made for the dark corridor that led to his bedroom. “So youarestaying with me, then,” he said. “I’m glad I’ve persuaded you.”
She squealed and thumped his back. Sudden fear thrummed through him when she panted roughly. “Sameera, is this okay?”
She stilled for a second, then sighed. “Except for the fact that I’m enjoying being carried around like a sack of potatoes far too much for a modern twenty-first-century woman, yes. The view of your ass is particularly spectacular from here.”
