Taming the Notorious Sicilian

It didn’t bear thinking about.

The thought of another man pawing at her and making clumsy love to her made his brain burn and his heart clench.

Suddenly he became aware that her deep, rhythmic breathing had stopped.

His suspicion that she’d awoken was confirmed when she abruptly turned over to face him, her eyes startled.

‘Buongiorno,’ he said, a smile already playing on his lips.

Blinking rapidly, Hannah covered a yawn before bestowing him with a sleepy smile. ‘What time is it?’

‘Nine o’clock.’

She yawned again. ‘Wow. I haven’t slept in that late for years.’

‘You needed it.’ Hooking an arm around her waist, he pulled her to him. ‘How are you feeling?’

Her face scrunched in thought. ‘Strange.’

‘Good strange or bad strange?’

That wonderful look of serenity flitted over her face. ‘Good strange.’

Already his body ached to make love to her again. Trailing his fingers over her shoulder, enjoying the softness of her skin, he pressed a kiss to her neck. ‘Are you hungry?’

His lust levels rose when she whispered huskily into his ear, ‘Starving.’

* * *

A late breakfast was brought out to them on the bar-side veranda. Their glasses from the previous evening had already been cleared away.

Wrapped in the guest robe, her hair damp from the shower she’d shared with Francesco, Hannah stretched her legs out and took a sip of the deliciously strong yet sweet coffee. Sitting next to her, dressed in his own dark grey robe, his thigh resting against hers, Francesco grinned.

‘You are so lucky waking up to this view every morning,’ she sighed. With the morning sun rising above them, calm waves swirling onto Francesco’s private beach in the distance, it was as if they were in their own private nirvana.

Breakfast usually consisted of a snatched slice of toast. Today she’d been treated to eggs and bacon and enough fresh rolls and fruit to feed a whole ward of patients.

Yes. Nirvana.

‘Believe me, this is the best view I’ve had in a very long time,’ he said, his eyes gleaming, his deep voice laced with meaning.

Thinking of all the beautiful women she’d seen pictured on his arm, Hannah found that extremely hard to believe.

Her belly twisted.

It was no good thinking of all those women. Comparing herself to them would be akin to comparing a rock to the moon.

For the first time in her life she wished she’d put some make-up on, then immediately scolded herself for such a ridiculous thought. All those women who had the time and inclination to doll themselves up...well, good luck to them. Even after the make-up lesson she’d been given in the salon, painting her face for their night out had felt like wasted time. Looking at her reflection once she was done had been like looking at a stranger. She hadn’t felt like her.

She supposed she could always look at it as practice for Melanie’s wedding, though—a thought that brought a lump to her throat.

‘You do realise you’re the sexiest woman on the planet, don’t you?’ Francesco’s words broke through the melancholy of her thoughts.

‘Hardly,’ she spluttered, taking another sip of her coffee.

‘I can prove it,’ he murmured sensually into her ear, clasping her hand and tugging it down to rest on his thigh. Sliding it up to his groin, he whispered, ‘You see, my clever doctor, you are irresistible.’ As he spoke, he nibbled into the nape of her neck, keeping a firm grip on her hand, moving it up so she could feel exactly what effect she was having on him.

A thrill of heady power rushed through her. Heat pooled between her legs, her breath deserting her.

They’d already made love twice since she’d awoken. She’d thought she was spent, had assumed Francesco was, too.

With his free hand he tugged her robe open enough to slip a hand through and cup a breast, kneading it gently. ‘You also have the most beautiful breasts on the earth,’ he murmured into her ear before sliding his lips over to her mouth and kissing her with a ferocity that reignited the remaining embers of her desire.

‘What...what if one of your staff comes out?’ she gasped, moving him with more assurance as he unclasped her hand and snaked his arm round her waist.

‘They won’t.’ Thus saying, he slid his hand under her bottom and lifted her off the chair and onto the table, ignoring the fact that their breakfast plates and cups were scattered all over it.

Francesco ached to be inside her again, his body fired up beyond belief, and such a short time after their last bout. It was those memories of being in the shower with her, when she’d sunk to her knees and taken him in her mouth for the first time....