Innocent Wife, Baby of Shame

His mouth tilted sardonically. ‘Then you will be waiting a very long time, tesoro mio.’

‘Don’t insult me by calling me that when you don’t mean it,’ she threw back angrily. ‘I am not your treasure. I am more like your trash.’

His eyes roved over her mercilessly again. ‘I could not have put it better myself,’ he said and, with a mocking smile, moved through the door, closing it gently but firmly behind him.

CHAPTER TWELVE

KEIRA didn’t think she was capable of sleep in her emotional turmoil but somehow she finally drifted off. She woke just as the sun was sending golden fingers of light through the curtains, casting a warm glow over Patrizio, lying beside her, his features calm and relaxed in sleep.

She ached to reach out and touch him as she had done so many times in the past. One fingertip tiptoeing down his body was all it would take to have him turning towards her, fully erect, his dark eyes glinting as she closed her hand around him.

She moistened her mouth as she thought of how she had tasted him, the salty musk of his skin filling her senses, rocking her to the core of her being when he’d responded so passionately in the past.

She opened and closed her fingers lying so close to his thigh. It was so tempting, so very tempting, to reach out and touch him, to feel the surge of his blood as he reacted to her intimate caress…

Keira blinked in shock when he suddenly captured her hand and brought it to his groin, his eyes still closed, his sleepy groan of pleasure as her fingers instinctively explored him making her stomach tilt sideways.

‘Yes, cara,’ he said in a gravelly tone. ‘That is just the way I like it.’

Her throat went dry as she felt him leap under her touch, his thickening flesh already hard against the softness of her hand. Acting on an impulse she couldn’t control even if she had wanted to, she moved down his body with her mouth pressing soft-as-air kisses on to each of his dark pebbly nipples, down the length of his sternum, poking her tongue into the hairy indentation of his belly button before going lower. She felt him suck in his breath, his abdomen taut with anticipation as her tongue slid along his shaft, rolling over the most sensitive point in tantalising little cat-like licks until she finally closed her mouth over him. She felt him buck in response, his rasping groan coming from deep within him as she took him to paradise and swallowed the evidence.

He gave a languorous stretch before he captured her gaze with his. ‘I am starting to think that six months’ instead of six weeks’ reconciliation would be very tempting,’ he said with a taunting smile. ‘What do you say, Keira? Do you want to have a little affair with me before we get a divorce?’

Keira knew she had betrayed herself by worshipping his body the way she had. It upset her that within seconds of her caresses he was mentioning their divorce, as if to remind her of her precarious place in his life. Any involvement they had would have legal papers signed at the end of it and she had better not forget it.

She gave him a withering look. ‘You have got to be joking.’

He placed his hand on the silky skin of her shoulder to stop her rolling away. ‘Think about it, cara,’ he said. ‘We are so good together, you know we are. You make me crazy with desire, just looking at me the way you are doing right now.’

‘I’m not looking at you…like that…’

‘Yes, you are,’ he said, forcing her chin up. ‘You look at me so hungrily, as if you could never get enough of me.’

‘You’re imagining it.’

He brushed the tip of his tongue across the tight seam of her lips, raising his head to lock gazes with her again. ‘You think I am imagining the tremble of your body?’ he asked, cupping her breast.

‘I—I’m not trembling…’

‘Do you think I am imagining the way you keep running your tongue over your lips in anticipation of my kiss?’

‘I don’t do that,’ she said, having just done it.

He smiled and moved his weight over her, trapping her

beneath him. ‘Am I imagining the silk of your inner thighs, cara? The way you open them for me so I can do this?’

Oh, God, Keira thought as his long fingers entered her. She had no hope of denying what she felt for him when he did that. She melted, her whole body sinking into the mattress as he replaced his fingers with his thickened length, the first deep thrust filling her completely, making her cry out in pleasure.

‘Am I imagining you writhing beneath me as you are now, Keira?’ he asked as he increased his pace.

‘No…’ she gasped as he stroked her to enhance her pleasure. ‘No…no…’

‘So it is true, is it not? That you want me desperately, all the time, in any place, in any position, right, Keira?’

‘Yes…oh, yes…’

She tensed as he held her over the precipice, dangling her there until she began to beg. ‘Please…oh, please…now!’