She groaned when he moved her closer to the edge of the rock and deepened the kiss, taking over her surrender with the terrifyingly intoxicating thrust of his tongue and the thrilling power of his body.
The waterfall pounded with elemental force behind her, but it was nothing compared to the demanding power of Romeo’s kiss. He kissed her as if he’d hungered for her for aeons. As if he couldn’t get enough of her.
Being wanted like that was like a drug to her senses. After years of bleak, icy indifference, it was a drug she craved more of with each passing second.
So she protested with a loud whimper when he pulled away. Before she could reach for him, he planted a hand on her belly, pressed her back till she was flat on the rock. He picked up her legs and swung them onto the rock before surging out of the water to join her.
For a long, taut moment, he stared down at her, his gaze sizzling over her from top to toe. Then he prowled over her, his hands braced on either side of her head.
‘I’ve often imagined you like this, spread over this rock like a pagan sacrifice for me to feast on, to pleasure until neither of us can move. Now here you are, wearing this wisp of clothing meant to tempt even the holiest of saints,’ he breathed, triumph blazing through his golden eyes.
‘It’s a good thing you’re not a saint, then, isn’t it?’ she managed, then watched a wicked smile curl his lips.
‘Sì, it’s a very good thing. Because no saint should be allowed to see you like this. Or allowed to do this.’ He flicked his tongue over the wet material of her bikini top, then, with a deep groan, he shoved the material aside with his teeth and repeated the action several times, before pulling her nipple into his mouth.
Her back arched off the rock with a cry that was indeed pagan, thick arousal firing straight between her legs. He suckled long and hard, his groans matching hers as sensation cascaded through her.
‘Dio mio,’ he muttered when he lifted his head. He speared her with an almost shocked expression before he looked down at her exposed breasts. ‘Dio mio, gattina, you’re intoxicating. I want to devour every inch of you.’ Impatiently, he tugged at the bikini strings, pulling them away to bare her body to him.
A drop of water splashed onto her neglected nipple. With another wicked smile, he licked at it, then trailed his hot mouth down her torso to the line of her bikini bottom. Unable to keep her hands at her sides, Maisie speared her fingers in his hair, holding him to her quivering belly when he nipped her flesh in tiny, erotic bites.
By the time he released the ties and pulled away her meagre covering, she’d skated into pure delirium, compelled by a force beyond her control. She raised her head and met his gaze a second before he tasted the centre of her.
‘Oh, God!’ The force of her need jerked through her, then set in motion a series of undulations he was only too glad to follow. When her eyes started to roll shut, he pulled away.
‘No, watch me, gattina. Watch me enjoy you the way I’ve been dying to do.’
The eroticism of the request pushed her closer to the edge. Panting, she nodded and kept her gaze on him as he lapped at her, his tongue executing wicked circles that cracked open a previously untapped well of pleasure.
‘Romeo,’ she groaned raggedly, the rush of feeling almost too much to bear. ‘Please...I can’t take any more.’
‘You can.’ Opening her wider, he altered the pressure of his tongue, his hypnotic gaze telling her she was under his control, to do with as he pleased.
When she began to thrash, he simply laid a hand on her belly and continued his assault. And with each kiss, he grew just as possessed with the red-hot fire consuming them.
‘Now, Maisie,’ he growled against her swollen flesh an eternity later.
With an agonised cry, she let go, her whole body convulsing with a release so powerful, she lost all sense of space and time.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
SHE OPENED HER EYES to find him sprawled next to her, his fingers tracing her mouth as he stared down at her, a peculiar expression simmering in his eyes.
‘What?’
He kissed her, her earthy taste on his lips and the reason for it making her blush. When he raised his head, that look still lingered.
‘You returned home from Palermo pregnant.’ His hand trailed from her neck to her belly and stayed there while his eyes held her prisoner.
‘Is there a pointed question in there somewhere?’ she murmured, her heartbeat still thundering loud enough to compete with the sound of the waterfall. ‘I’m on the Pill now if that’s what you’re asking. It helps regulate my period.’