He tensed but asked anyway. “Will you tell me immediately if at any time you feel…different?” His fingers gripped the backs of her upper thighs.
Her hesitation pricked him. How did he explain to her that his protectiveness didn’t mean he thought less of her when he didn’t understand it himself? When he wanted to wrap her in a cocoon and never let her out of his sight? She’d surely hate him then.
“Yes, I’ll let you know if I feel unwell. Would you like to know the signs to watch out for?” she said after what felt like an eternity.
“Sì.”
“Migraine. Pallor. Light-headedness.”
Relief shuddered through him. “Thank you for telling me.”
Her hands moved over his back, stroking, kneading. Then she giggled. “FYI, breathlessness after an arrogant Italian expertly eats me out is not a danger sign. Please keep the orgasms coming.”
His laughter echoed in the dark, and he ran his right palm up and down her leg. She nuzzled her face into his back in a gesture of affection that made him dizzy.
The corridor felt like a different reality, one which he didn’t want to emerge from. He was smiling in the dark like a fool, and his chest felt lighter, his limbs looser than he’d felt in…forever.
She sighed. And he wondered if she felt the same sense of lightness he did. “Is this flying, Alessandro?”
“No,tesoro.”
“Then, maybe I’m dead? Because so much pleasure should have killed me.”
He pushed the silky hem of her dress aside and smacked her bare ass lightly. “That’s not funny,” he bit out. Filthy, greedy man that he was, though, he let his fingers linger over the curve of her ass.
Her outraged gasp shivered down his spine. “Okay, that’s not a kink I’m into.”
“And what if I was?”
With a growl, the minx grabbed his back and pushed herself up. Her teeth dug into his upper shoulder.Hard.As a direct reaction, his cock was so hard now it was uncomfortable to walk. “Something like that work?”
“Maybe,” he said, grinning.
Every time he’d imagined them together like this, he’d known it would be new. Different because of everything she inevitably forced him to feel. Passionate. Hot. But this…
He grunted when she bit him again, switched his palm to the other cheek, delivered another tap on her ass, and then while she was biting and cursing him, he walked into his bedroom. Which she’d completely made hers.
He threw her on his bed and climbed over her. Her complaints, her kisses, her demands, she made everything new. Made him want. Made him greedy.
Because the one thing he hadn’t expected was laughter.
This joy in his chest every time he watched her. The overwhelming urge to make this moment last forever.
Sam thought she might be floating on clouds. Or was it that her body had never felt more like an instrument of pleasure?
Alessandro’s weight on top of her as they sank into the bed…was heaven. The kiss he took while his chest crushed her breasts and his thick shaft perfectly notched up against her bare core left her reeling.
This kiss was a taking. A claiming, even. He didn’t explore or tease or play, he simply ravished her mouth with a hunger that told her how long he’d wanted to do that.
Even better than the possessiveness of his kiss was the abandon with which she could touch him. The corded muscles of his neck, the hard slopes of his shoulder, the sparse hair on his defined chest, the ridges of his abdomen… In that moment, this powerful man was fully hers, and it went straight to her head. Eager for more, she thrust up her hips to dislodge him.
Instantly, he lifted his weight off her, his eyes frantically searching hers.
Fighting a smile, she snuck her hands lower, until she could cup his hard length. He was like warm steel through his trousers.
A soft gasp escaped her as she imagined him inside her, pounding away at her and, best of all, losing control as he chased his own climax.
“Please, I want to touch you.”
