‘Dio. You look fucking amazing when you come.’
Peyton’s eyes fluttered open to find him watching her, his eyes raking over her half nudity, which she supposed she should be trying to cover but the way his gaze was eating her up, she couldn’t summon a single give-a-damn.
‘Can you do that again?’ he asked.
Peyton couldn’t remember the last time she’d orgasmed twice in one night with a man but, feeling likethiswith him looking at her likethat, she felt anything was possible.
‘I could dothatall night long,’ she admitted with a husky laugh, feeling ridiculously shy about giving voice to something so base.
‘Good,’ he muttered with a grin.
He stripped then and Peyton got a ringside seat to the brisk reveal of bronzed flesh, dark hair, firm muscle and a truly magnificent erection. It sprang free, thick and taut from the confines of his underwear, and she was mesmerised.
‘If you cherish that dress,’ he said, his voice deep as pitch, ‘you better remove it otherwise I’m just going to tear it off.’
She tore her gaze from the dark thatch of hair between his legs to meet eyes that were obsidian with purpose. From somewhere he produced a foil square and tore it open and she watched helplessly as he rolled it down his girth.
‘Peyton,’ he growled.
His voice snapped her out of her inertia and she quickly lifted her hips and wriggled free of her clothes, centring herself on the mattress as she did. He placed a knee on the bed and the ache between Peyton’s legs ramped up one hundred-fold as Valentinoslid a hand onto her right thigh, bent her knee and placed the foot flat against his shoulder.
As he moved into the space he’d created like it had always been his to claim, Peyton gasped at the thick nudge of Valentino’s erection aligning with her centre.
‘Okay?’ he asked as he lowered himself.
Peyton nodded.Okay?It was heaven. She’d forgotten how good it felt to have a man on top like this, his weight covering and pressing. And this man, whose dark eyes had gone suddenly tormented, like he woulddieif he wasn’t inside her in the next seconds?
That was a whole other level.
He lowered his mouth then and kissed her, his lips slanting hungrily over hers, his tongue instantly exploring, Peyton shuddering at the heat and the hunger and the sheer pleasure of his kiss as the nudge at her core became a push and he slid all the way inside.
She tore her mouth from his, gasping at his absolute possession, revelling in the guttural groan that he expelled as he collapsed.
‘Okay?’ he asked again, lifting his head, his eyes inspecting hers.
‘Yes.’ She nodded. ‘More than okay.’
He didn’t answer; he just kissed her again, more hungry, more greedy, and she revelled in it, panting and moaning against his mouth as his body gave and hers took, moving in sync, building and building until, already one orgasm down, she could stave off the second no longer.
She flew off the edge, the violent clamping of her walls and the rake of her nails down his back, pulling Valentino with her, flying together into the stormy pleasure of their release.
Peyton woke disorientated to a warm hand laid possessively low on her abdomen and a strange buzzing as a pale dawn broke through the gaps in the heavy curtains. She glanced at the clock – five-thirty. They’d been asleep for less than two hours.
The buzzing came again and movement caught her eye as her mobile vibrated and moved slightly across the surface of the bedside table. It must be a text message.
McKenzie.
Instantly frantic, she grabbed her phone and accessed the message, her hands shaking, her heart pounding.
McKenzie woken with a slight temp. Don’t worry, Everything under control.
Peyton read the message three times, feeling progressively more ill.Oh, God. Her daughter was sick and where was she? In the arms of some Italian… lothario thinking only about herself.
She had to get out of here.Now!
Needing to leave straight away and not wanting to be detained by some awkward morning-after conversation, Peyton eased out of bed carefully, trying not to wake Valentino. Ignoring the pull of internal muscles, she grabbed for her clothes, furious at herself for last night. Sheshouldhave followed her instincts and gone home.
Not stayed. Not let herself be seduced into a one-night stand, no matter how amazing it had been. Her baby was ill.Again. McKenzie needed her.
