Inherited by Ferranti

‘Half the world now has a glimpse of my backside.’

‘No one can see you from up here,’ he promised her, ‘but, if they could, it would be the most splendid view. Not,’ he added in a growl as his mouth moved down her body, ‘that I want anyone to see you but me.’ Ever, he silently added, and then pushed the thought away as he turned his attention to her breasts. Her skin was pale and gleaming in the moonlight; she looked like a statue of Athena or Artemis, naked and proud.

Sierra’s head came back against the glass, her hair tumbling about her shoulders, and her legs buckled as Marco lavished his attention on each breast in turn and then moved lower.

She gasped, a ragged pant, as he parted her thighs. ‘Marco...’

‘I want to taste you.’ Was she thinking of before, in the villa, when he’d touched her like this? Then it had been confused, born of both need and anger, a twisted revenge he hadn’t wanted to articulate even to himself. Now he felt nothing but this deep physical and emotional connection he needed to act on. To show her how important she was to him. ‘I want to feel you come apart beneath me,’ he muttered against her. ‘I want you to give me everything, Sierra.’ For ever.

* * *

Sierra sagged against the window, Marco supporting her with one arm, as he plundered her centre. She didn’t know how she could have, but she’d forgotten how intense and exquisite and intimate this was. Marco’s hands were cupping her bottom as pleasure spiralled inside her, up and up, tighter and tighter until she felt as if she were apart from her body even as she dwelt so intensely in it. When she came, she cried out, Marco holding her to him as she slid into boneless pleasure.

A few moments passed while he cradled her and her breathing slowed and then he scooped her up in his arms and took her up the spiral staircase to his bed.

He deposited her on the navy silk sheets tenderly, like a treasure, and Sierra lay there, gazing up at him with pleasure-dazed eyes as he stripped the boxers from his body and then stretched out next to her.

Completely naked, he was magnificent, every muscle perfectly sculpted, the hard ridge of his abdomen begging for her touch. She slid her hand down his toned stomach, a thrill of wonder and pleasure shooting through her at Marco’s ragged gasp. It amazed her that she affected him so much. That she had that much power. It was a heady feeling but a serious one, too, because she knew all about the abuse of power.

‘You’re amazing,’ she whispered, and wrapped her fingers around his shaft. His skin was smooth and hot, and it thrilled her.

‘You’re amazing,’ he muttered and pulled her to him, sliding a hand between her thighs, where she was still damp from his touch. ‘I want you now, Sierra. I want to be inside you.’

‘I want you inside me.’

He rolled on top of her, poised at her entrance as a frown furrowed his forehead. ‘Birth control...’

She blushed even as she opened herself to him. ‘I don’t... That is, I’m not on anything.’

In one swift movement Marco rolled off her. Sierra felt the loss of him keenly. ‘Marco...’

‘I’m sorry. I should have thought of it sooner. I was so wrapped up in you...’

Disappointment made her feel as if she’d swallowed a stone. ‘But don’t you have anything?’

He arched an eyebrow, a wry smile twisting his lips. ‘I wasn’t expecting to need anything on this trip.’

‘You didn’t think you’d get lucky?’ she teased and his expression turned serious.

‘I didn’t dare hope, Sierra.’

‘Even so...’

‘I’m not quite,’ he said, ‘the super stud you seem to think I am. But thanks, anyway.’

She laughed softly. ‘But you must have had plenty of women...’ Even if she felt like scratching their eyes out just then.

Marco’s expression closed and he shook his head. ‘Let’s not talk about that. The past is in the past, for both of us.’

She nodded and Marco left the room. He came back seconds later, condom in hand. ‘Fortunately, the penthouse is admirably stocked. Now, where were we?’

She arched her body against the sheets, eyebrows raised as a provocative smile curved her mouth. ‘Right about here?’

His gaze darkened with desire as he watched her move. ‘Yes, I think so. But I’d better check.’

He rolled on the condom and Sierra watched, transfixed by the sight, by the sheer beauty of him. Now would probably be a good time to tell him that she hadn’t actually done any of this before. The feel of him in her hand had caused her a twinge of alarm, wondering how he was going to fit inside her. Wondering how the mechanics of this actually worked.