And why was it such a big deal? It was discomforting to think that that was precisely how he usually approached his relationships, although he baulked at the thought that he wasusingthose women. Fair was fair: he always warned them in advance of his intentions, or rather the lack of them.
The perfect gentleman.
He didn’t feel like being the perfect gentleman with Erin, and that confused him. He wanted something more…but what? Not to be written off as an amusing footnote? Was he that much of an egotist?
He wanted to shake his head clear of a murky swirl of thoughts he couldn’t quite pin down and couldn’t quite rationalise.
‘You asked me if I’m wasting my time. Not a bit of it,’ she reiterated.
‘My feelings precisely.’
He skimmed her thigh with the flat of his hand and decided that there was such a thing as too much conversation.
He was a doing kind of guy. Sex was much easier. He didn’t want to tackle uneasy thoughts.
Two loungers weren’t ideal when it came to making love but they could have a little fun on them for a while.
He toyed with her breast, teased her nipple until it was stiff. When she began breathing quickly, he moistened his finger with his tongue and continued to play with her nipple. He was propped up on one elbow, looking at her with intense satisfaction.
Why was she so obsessed with the perfect guy? Couldn’t she see that that was all just an illusion?
He cupped the mound between her thighs and then levered himself off the lounger, never removing his hand from its resting place.
Night engulfed them but a full moon threw her slender body into silvery relief.
Want slammed into him. He gently tugged her a little, urging her to slither a little lower down the lounger, legs splayed on either side so that she was open like a flower for his mouth.
He wondered, fleetingly, whether he could ever get enough of the taste of her. For a second, he just breathed her in and then darted his tongue along the slippery groove that shielded her clitoris.
He peeled the delicate folds gently apart, opening her up even more to his questing tongue, and he took his time rousing her, taking her so close to the edge and then pulling back until she began begging him to stop teasing her, whimpering that she couldn’t stand it any longer, breathily panting that she needed to come.
Every uttered plea filled him with visceral pleasure. He could feel the steady pulse of his erection, demanding satisfaction.
He didn’t speak as he stood up and swept her off the lounger in one smooth, hurried movement.
‘You’re driving me mad,’ he muttered in a driven undertone. ‘How do you do that to me, woman?’
He looked down at her small, perfect breasts, at the nipples still glistening from his tongue, and wanted to come on the spot.
He made it to their cabin on the yacht in the nick of time.
The bedroom on the yacht, with its luxurious, high-end en suite, was huge. The bed was king-sized and indulgently comfortable. The air conditioning had been left on and it was cool as he nudged open the door with Erin still in his arms.
He had to clear his head to slow himself down, to make time for the little foil packet of condoms he kept by the bed.
Most of all he had to make sure not to look at her, naked and flushed on the bed. One glance at her and the unthinkable might happen.
He donned protection with shaking hands and didn’t bother trying to play it cool or to take his time. He simply thrust into her, long and hard and deep on a guttural groan of fulfilment and only just managed to hold off his climax until he felt her body moving in tune with his and her orgasm tearing into her. Immediately, he came with a long shudder that left him weak in the aftermath.
He collapsed onto his back and let his breathing do its best to return to normal then he flipped onto his side and looked at her.
‘You look as though you’re falling asleep,’ he teased. ‘Is that what I do for you? Send you to sleep?’
Eyes closed, Erin smiled but then she wriggled onto her side as well and drowsily opened her eyes to look at him.
Her busy thoughts were returning.
Raffaele might enjoy this vacuum but sooner rather than later reality was waiting for them and they would have to confront it.
