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‘That is … Oh, God … Francesco … you’re …!’ Her eyes closed tight as she concentrated on the feel of him filling her, her senses were sensually heightened to an almost unbearable degree as he moved.

‘You feel … oh, God, Francesco …’

A moan vibrated in his chest as he felt her tighten hotly around him. He spoke in his own language, the words throaty and passionate spilling from him as he slid his hands under her bottom and lifted her up so that he could sink deeper into her.

Everything that wasn’t Francesco, that wasn’t his voice and his body, faded away. But as he took her to new heights of sensual pleasure one small stubborn portion of Erin’s brain stayed removed from the devouring hunger that drove them both.

‘Let go!’ Francesco urged as if he sensed her holding back. ‘I c … can’t. I’ll fall,’ she heard herself pant stupidly against the sweat-slick column of his neck. ‘Fall, cara. I will catch you.’

She shouldn’t have believed him, but she did. Akeening cry emerged from her parted lips as the pleasure exploded inside her, the sensation heightened when Francesco exploded, too.

CHAPTER TEN

ERIN had almost reached the bedroom door when she heard Francesco stir. His deep voice slurred with sleep, he asked, ‘Where are you going?’ She turned back.

Francesco was raised on one elbow. The sheet that had been covering his body had slipped down to waist level. Not looking would have been too obvious, and also as it happened impossible.

He was quite simply magnificent.

She dragged her eyes back to his face, her colour significantly heightened, her expression carefully neutral.

‘Back to my room.’

Even though they had just made love, looking at her staring at him with those big eyes sent a stab of desire through his body. He consulted the clock on the bedside table, and raised a brow in surprise when he saw four hours had elapsed since he had kicked the door closed.

He sprawled back with indolent grace and, allowing his eyes to travel up her body, thought about the taste of her, the silky softness of her skin as it glided against his own. ‘What are you wearing?’

Erin touched a self-conscious, not quite steady hand to the lapel of the male shirt she wore. ‘My things were wet.’

Sodden on the floor of the shower, to be precise, where they had fallen when he had stripped them from her body two hours earlier.

A memory surfaced in her head. A memory of Francesco standing in the shower, naked, his face lifted to the warm spray.

She had stood there mesmerised, unable to take her eyes off him until without warning his hand had shot out and he had dragged her inside under the warm jets of water.

‘What are you doing?’ she gasped, tilting her face up to his as she pushed the wet strands of water-darkened hair from her face. ‘I told you it was a mistake. It can’t happen again. I know it’s totally my fault—’

‘I think I had some minor input.’

‘Valentina and Sam … the staff—they’ll be back any time. I’m dressed,’ she added weakly when none of the perfectly good reasons made any impact.

Francesco gave a wolfish smile that made her heartbeat quicken in anticipation. ‘Not for long,’ he promised.

‘I’m out of here,’ she retorted, blinking away the wetness from her lashes and not moving an inch.

She could see that lifting her arms as he peeled the wet top off might lead him to believe she wasn’t totally serious in her threat. He might even imagine she wanted him to drop to his knees and pull her jeans and pants down over her hips. An impression that might have gained credence when she grabbed his head and moaned when he pressed his mouth into the damp curls he had exposed.

The memory of the hot, searing sensation as his tongue and fingers had slid between her thighs sent a wave of heat washing over her skin.

Closing her eyes, Erin pushed the erotic images from her head. The effort brought a visible sheen of moisture to her skin. ‘I hope you don’t mind … about the shirt.’

‘Actually I do.’

Startled by his response, she narrowed her eyes warily.

‘I think I might want to claim my property right now.’

Erin swallowed and crossed her hands over her chest in an unconsciously protective gesture.