He sucked and she whimpered.
His fingers did magical things to her sensitive flesh. She started gyrating against them, her hands gripping the back of his head and keeping him pressed to her breast in frenzied strength. A tension she hadn’t known in two years built and built until it broke over her like a tsunami wave.
There was no way she could contain it and she bucked against Angelo, crying out his name and demanding more with an abandon she had never felt before.
He kept up the nerve-racking touches until her body jerked with each light caress and shook from an overdose of pleasure.
She grabbed his wrist. “Stop!” she begged.
He did, cupping her with possessive tenderness that made her eyes sting.
CHAPTER SEVEN
SHE didn’t know how long they lay together like that before it occurred to her what she had just experienced had been very one-sided. And he hadn’t said a thing…had not demanded entry to her body or anything!
What kind of amazing man was he? Certainly, he was unlike any other she had known or heard about.
She reached down with the hand closest to him and brushed the back of her fingers along the rigid length of his erection.
A low sound of pleasure rumbled in his chest. “Mmm…that feels good, cara.”
“Do you want to make love, Angelo?”
“We are already making love, but if you are asking if I want to have intercourse…” He paused and she waited with bated breath for him to go on.
“Without a doubt, I want you, but I promised you. No seduction. After what just happened between us, it could be nothing but.”
He was right, but… “Maybe I’ve changed my mind…maybe I want to be seduced.”
“I don’t break my word, Tara.” Despite the obvious arousal of his body, his tone was absolutely firm.
She respected that. A lot. Only that didn’t mean he had to lay here like a statue in sexual agony.
She brushed her hand back and forth, loving the way his big body jerked from the small caresses. “I c…could please you in other ways.”
Angelo’s only response was a very primitive growl deep in his throat. Taking it as acquiescence, she turned on her side, pleased with the way he kept his protective and highly erotic hold on the apex of her thighs. It felt like they were connected intimately.
She undid his trousers and slipped her hand inside. He was big and hard against the silk of his boxers, tenting the fabric significantly. She gulped at the thought of making love completely, but sensed he would never hurt her, not this man who had been so careful to keep his word even when she tempted him not to.
She caressed him and he went even more rigid.
She reluctantly pulled his hand away from her and sat up to kneel beside him. She grabbed the waistband of his trousers.
He rolled onto his knees and then stood so she could slide his trousers down and then the boxers, taking care not to catch his hard length on the waistband.
Her breath expelled from her lungs in a long whoosh at the sight of his hard flesh so close to her face. “You’re um…very prepared.”
He chuckled. “I’ve never heard it put that way before.”
She leaned forward, but he reared back. “Please don’t. If you put your mouth on me, my good intentions are going to take a vacation and not come back until I’m buried deeply inside you.”
She nodded her understanding and stood. She let her dress slide from her body completely.
His eyes glowed his appreciation.
She smiled. “I want you to take off your shirt, too.”
“Hot?”
“You don’t know how much.”
She choked on a laugh before joining him on the carpet, this time with him on his back and her snuggled up beside him.
“That feels good.”
“I haven’t done anything.”
“You don’t have to. Just having your body beside mine is a turn-on.”
No beautiful Italian speech there, but she appreciated the sentiment and curled her fingers around him in reward. “Amazing. You’re so soft.”
“Soft?” he choked out.
“I mean your skin…like silky velvet. Can there be such a thing?”
“If you say it is, I believe you. Right now, I would believe anything you want me to.”
She laughed. “I doubt it, but you just keep saying stuff like that.”
He didn’t laugh. He moaned as she started stroking him. She listened to the hitches in his breathing pattern to determine how he liked to be touched. It was the most incredible experience she’d ever had, having this powerful man put himself at her mercy.
“Tara…”
“Yes, cara, yes! Don’t stop.”