Delucca's Marriage Contract

‘Will you let me make love to you, Keelin?’

A giddy rush of desire almost knocked her over with its force. She’d never wanted anything so badly. If he’d called her his wife, or made some allusion to their situation, it might have jarred her out of the moment, but he didn’t. And in truth, she didn’t care about any of that now. She just wanted him.

Jerkily, she nodded her head. ‘Yes.’

He took her hand and led her out of the kitchen, up through the house and to the bedroom. With every step it only felt more right to Keelin. She wasn’t someone who believed in any kind of mysticism but she had the sensation that there was literally nowhere else on earth she was meant to be, except here, right now, with this man.

When they were in the dimly lit bedroom with the door shut firmly behind them, Gianni led her over to the bed and turned around. He looked impossibly tall and broad. Strong and powerful, and something very feminine within Keelin reacted to that.

He lifted his hands and started to undo the buttons of her shirt, the backs of his fingers glancing off her hot skin. When they were all undone, h

e pushed open the shirt and drew it off her shoulders and down her arms so that it fell to the floor.

She felt intensely self-conscious in just her lace bra and almost jumped out of her skin when Gianni cupped the weight of one full breast and said softly, ‘You’re beautiful.’

She looked up, but words died in her mouth at the look in his eyes. He was so intent. Focused. Desirous. Her nipples drew tight, aching for his touch.

‘Gianni,’ she said weakly, not even sure how to articulate her desire.

‘Shh, I know. We’ll take this slow.’

An absurd lurch of emotion made Keelin’s throat tighten. She’d never have expected this of Gianni.

His fingers were on the buttons of his shirt now, but in a bid to drive down the emotion, Keelin said impulsively, ‘Let me.’

His hands dropped and his eyes were hooded as she stepped closer and started to undo his buttons, revealing his broad chest bit by gorgeous bit. When she’d undone them all she pushed his shirt apart, over his shoulders and down his arms, just like he’d done to her.

Her eyes widened. He was truly magnificent. Not an ounce of spare flesh. A male animal in his muscular prime. Dark skin, lightly covered with hair, blunt nipples. And the enticing ridges of muscles leading down to his pants.

Galvanised by something she’d never felt before, Keelin brought her hands to his belt, undoing it and sliding it through the loops with a sibilant hiss. She let it fall to the floor. And then she was undoing the top button, the skin of his hard flat abdomen hot against her knuckles.

His hand came to the back of her neck and she looked up at him, only realising then that she was breathing hard, and sweating lightly.

Gianni pulled her against him and he was tugging on her hair gently to tip her face up. The hard thrust of his erection pressed against her belly and she wanted to move against it, but then his mouth was on hers and his hand was on her bare back, fingers expertly undoing the clasp of her bra and spreading out over her naked skin.

Their mouths fit like missing pieces of a jigsaw, welded together, tongues duelling, teeth nipping. Keelin’s hands spread across Gianni’s chest, fingers curling against his skin, nails scraping those blunt nipples, making him shudder against her. It was heady, intoxicating.

She was dimly aware of his hands moving to the straps of her bra and pulling them down—the scrap of material being tugged free from between them until her bare breasts brushed against his hot skin enticingly.

And then they’d stopped kissing and Gianni moved back slightly to look at her, that dark gaze glittering in the dim light. She felt self-conscious and wanted to bring her hands up. He stopped her. ‘Dio, you are so beautiful.’

He reached out and rubbed a thumb back and forth across one hard peak, making it harden even more, almost painfully. Stinging.

‘Gianni,’ she whispered, not even aware she was saying his name.

‘Hmm?’

It was as if they were both drugged. Falling deeper and deeper into some sensual vortex.

He sat down on the bed but kept his hands on her waist, bringing her with him so that she stood between his legs. She looked down to see his head come close and then his mouth closed over one tight peak, and she gasped at the intensely pleasurable sensation of his hot mouth and tongue suckling her, licking, biting gently.

Her legs wobbled and his hands tightened on her as his mouth wreaked sensual havoc on her other breast. She wasn’t even aware of her hands on his head, fingers tangling in short silky hair, clasping him to her.

When he took his mouth away, she felt dizzy. His hands came to her jeans, undoing the button, pulling down the zip, pulling them and her panties down. She helped him by kicking them off, any hint of self-consciousness gone now. She just wanted to be naked, no barriers between them.

When he stood up, her hands went automatically to his trousers, to finish what she’d started. Pulling the zip down, feeling that provocative bulge of male flesh.

His trousers dropped to the floor and he stepped out of them. Now he was confined only by snug jocks and they did little to hide his potent masculinity. Acting on blind feminine instinct, Keelin reached out to touch him, running her fingers along his shape and length under the material of his underwear. He jerked against her touch.