She’s inexperienced and yet I can taste her desire.
I feel it in the rapid heartbeat where my hand rests against the side of her neck.
In an instant, the kiss becomes desperate and all-consuming.
Her fingers tangle in my hair as mine slide down her back, over her sublime ass, and press her to me so she can feel what she does to me.
She gasps as my dick makes contact with her belly.
But I don’t let up. I want more. I want her all.
And I want it now.
The warning bells clang in my head.
I’m losing control, something I can’t afford to do.
Not in business.
Not in violence.
And certainly not in sex or matters of the heart.
With Herculean effort, I tear my lips from hers and take a step back.
Her chest rises and falls rapidly, cheeks flushed with heat.
I'm no steadier, and I’m pissed that I have to struggle for composure, fight against the urge to lift her dress and sink my cock into her virgin pussy.
"We should go back," I say, not moving an inch.
"Should we?" Her hands rest against my chest, her eyes clouded with a need that she clearly wants sated.
"Yes." I capture her wandering fingers. "Before I do something your brother would definitely kill me for."
A smile blooms across her face, transforming her from beautiful to breathtaking. "You're afraid of Enrico?"
"I'm afraid of what I want to do to you," I correct her.
"What do you want to do?" The innocence and boldness of the question nearly undoes me.
Hoping to scare her enough to break the sexual fog, I say, “I want to fuck you hard and fast, Isabella.”
She gasps, but it’s not fear or surprise I see. Fucking hell, she’s even more turned on.
She rises on her toes and presses her lips to mine again. I should push her away. Instead, I tug her body close, deepen the kiss, and grind my cock against her. I savor her taste, her warmth, the way she makes soft mewling sounds as my hands knead her ass.
She begins to lose herself, her fingers moving to my tie, loosening it. Her hands fumble with the buttons of my shirt.
The warning bells clang again, but I ignore them as my hands roam her body, growing more bold with each caress.
My hands slide down her hips and lower, then up again, pulling the skirt of her dress up to expose her thighs.
I know no man has touched her before and I can’t deny that it adds to the exhilaration.
If her brother or father, or any of their men come up here and find me with my fingers in her pussy, they’ll kill me on the spot.
But as long as that doesn’t happen, how will they ever know?
