The Sicilian's Scandalous Secret

She squirmed under the weight of him. ‘What are you doing?’

‘Bed sex,’ he purred, his eyes glinting into hers, his mouth hovering just above hers. ‘The one thing we haven’t actually experienced yet. I’m a sucker for new experiences, aren’t you?’

‘I don’t want bed sex.’ She gritted her teeth and averted her face, ignoring the rush of heat in her pelvis. ‘I don’t want sex at all.’

‘You are just making a scene because you are scared about the way I make you feel.’

‘You make me feel like filleting you with my sharpest knife.’

He laughed.

Her hands were trapped by his and she tried to twist her head away from him but he caught her chin in his other hand and held her still as he slanted his mouth over hers.

The skilled brush of his lips sent shards of heat shooting through her. She moaned and writhed under him. ‘I don’t want to sleep in the same bed as you.’

‘Don’t worry about that. The sleeping part is going to come much, much later.’ His free hand slid under her nightdress and she struggled to free her hands and defend herself from what was coming but he held her trapped.

Warmth flooded through her as she felt his hand move between her legs. ‘Let me go!’

His answer to that was to slide his fingers inside her.

Heat exploded. Unable to free her hands, all she could do was try and move her hips but moving simply intensified the searing excitement caused by his intimate invasion.

‘Cristo, I have thought about nothing but this all day,’ he groaned, capturing her mouth with his and subjecting her to an explicit kiss. ‘I haven’t been able to concentrate. I’ve been talking rubbish and I couldn’t make any decisions, something that has never happened to me before. Obviously you were the same.’

‘I wasn’t the same—’ It was the frantic protest of a drowning person. ‘I haven’t thought about you once all day—’

‘You’re a terrible liar.’

She discovered that he could smile and kiss her at the same time and if anything that smile made the whole experience all the more erotic because it changed the way his lips moved on hers.

‘I’m not a liar.’ Squirming, she tried to get free of him. ‘I have been too busy to give you a single thought. And why would I? It’s not as if we’ve shared anything special.’

‘No?’ He released her hands and slid down the bed, sliding her thighs apart, exposing her to his darkened gaze.

Fia moaned and tried to close her legs but his hands held her firmly and her moan turned to a sob of pleasure as his tongue explored that part of her with lethal accuracy.

Her body on fire, she tried to move her hips to relieve the ache but he held her captive while his tongue subjected her to erotic torture.

Pleasure came in a dark, rushing force and she felt it build inside her to dangerous levels.

‘You’re so hot I can’t even think when I’m with you—’ His voice raw, Santo eased himself over her shifting, thoroughly excited body and thrust himself deep.

And then he stilled. He stayed like that, buried deep inside her, jaw clenched at the control needed not to move.

Fia gave a sob. ‘What are you doing? Please—’ Her hands scraped down his back as she urged him to move but he stayed still, his control stretched to the limit as he waited for her to come back from the edge.

‘I don’t want you to come yet,’ he said tightly, his mouth brushing over hers in an explicit kiss. ‘I want you desperate.’

She could feel the hard throb of him inside her, his erection silken smooth and powerful as the rest of him. Her breathing grew shallow. She gave a faint whimper. But still he didn’t move. And she knew he was struggling too. The muscles of his shoulders were pumped up and hard, his own breathing ragged as he held on to control.

‘Santo—’ she raked her nails down that luscious golden skin, over those powerful muscles ‘—please.’ Her body was burning up, nothing mattered, nothing, except this. ‘Please—’

His response to her plea was to slide his hand beneath her bottom and bury himself deeper still. ‘Did you think of me today?’

She barely managed to speak. ‘Yes. All the time.’

‘And did you find it hard to concentrate?’ His voice was husky and thickened with desire and she gave a des