‘I want to look at you,’ he told her boldly.
Never had she been so conscious of being naked as she was standing there in front of Andreo, her bare breasts crested by shamelessly swollen pink nipples. ‘Andreo…’
‘Dio mio…you’re even more exquisite than I remembered.’ He sank down on the side of the bed and pulled her down onto his thighs.
At the first touch of his expert fingers on the tender crests straining for his attention, she gasped, weak and quivering with wanting. He closed a hand to the silken explosion of curls at the back of her head and tipped her over one arm. The heat of his mouth hungrily engulfed the throbbing pink buds to tug on the sensitive peaks. His hand cupped and shaped her pouting breasts, rubbing and teasing the stiff crests. The tormenting pleasure of his knowing exploration made her back arch. She moaned her response and speared shaking fingers into his cropped black hair.
He lifted her up and brought her down on the bed. Standing over her, he ran down the zip on his well-cut trousers. She lay there watching him, slim hips shifting in a restive motion against the spread below her. She was unbearably aware of the swollen moist heat at the heart of her. In one impatient movement, he dispensed with both trousers and boxers and the breath snarled up in her throat when she registered the extent of his fierce arousal.
‘I want you so much, cara.’ Like a lithe bronzed warrior ready for action, he came down on the bed beside her and skimmed a possessive hand over her tummy to trail along the edge of the modest white panties she wore. Leaning over her, he rearranged her so that he could remove that final garment. The hot gold of his eyes wandered at a leisurely pace over her rose-tipped breasts and the cluster of copper curls crowning her womanhood. There was a quiet sure confidence and sensual threat about his every move that made her burn and crave.
‘You should wear jewel colours and silk. I shall buy you gorgeous lingerie, amore,’ he murmured huskily.
‘I wouldn’t wear it…’ she told him, shocked.
‘You don’t know all that I could make you do yet.’ A slashing grin curved his beautiful mouth as he voiced that bold belief. ‘Where did the wild adventuress at the party go?’
‘Sorry?’
Golden eyes mocked her self-conscious colour. ‘You stayed a good girl a long time…why me?’
The wicked amusement in his darkly attractive features was incredibly seductive. ‘I like the way you kiss…’
Andreo drifted down closer, helplessly drawn by the warmth of her appreciation. ‘Anything else, amore?’
A dreamy smile slid across her softened mouth. Just the whole incredible package, she thought helplessly and she wrapped her arms around him. ‘I’m not telling…’
‘Are you sure of that?’ He shifted against her in a sinuous movement that sent her heart racing and her body quivering with wanton longing. She stretched up, the tender points of her breasts grazed by the rough black curls outlining his powerful pectoral muscles.
‘You like that,’ Andreo purred like a prowling, playful tiger, outlining her lower lip with the tip of his tongue and then penetrating between with a delicious force that stole everything she possessed.
‘And that,’ she confirmed shakily.
He ran his hand over her tummy to the nest of curls below and let his fingertips flirt there until she slid her thighs apart with a needy little moan. He stared down at her with smouldering sexy eyes of pure satisfaction. ‘Do you know what I like best? That I’m the only guy you’ve ever had,’ he confessed with primal force. ‘You wouldn’t believe how exciting I find that, carissima.’
‘That’s old-fashioned…’ But even though she tried not to be, indeed reminded herself that theirs was only a casual affair, she was pleased by that confession. She was grateful that she hadn’t ended up with a male who found her inexperience a bore.
‘Maybe I’m an old-fashioned guy…deep down where it doesn’t show,’ Andreo affixed hastily, suddenly wondering where that strange thought had been born. Old-fashioned…him…since when? Since he had looked around his rarefied social circle and worked out that almost all the men had slept with the exact same women? Since he had decided that he did not want to marry a female who had trekked through all his friends’ bedrooms as well?
‘It doesn’t show,’ she whispered, shifting up to his caressing hand in helpless encouragement.
He skimmed the tiny sensitive spot below her feminine mound and dallied there with tormenting expertise. Suddenly she was no longer up to the challenge of speech. Breathing in irregular little fits and starts, her writhing body was on fire with a need that he alone controlled.
‘Andreo…’ she framed, awesomely aware of the rigid hardness of his straining sex against her thigh, shivering with desire as the sweet, agonising ache of her craving became more than she could withstand in silence.
‘It’s OK…I can’t wait either,’ he breathed raggedly.
Rising over her, he sank his bold shaft into the slick wet heat of her and released a wondering groan of satisfaction. ‘Amore…’
Madly excited by him, she arched up to meet his powerful thrust. She couldn’t get enough of him. Nothing had ever felt so good to her or so right. She tried to hold back the animalistic little cries wrenched from her as he drove her to his stormy sexual rhythm, but she couldn’t. He sent her spiralling into a convulsive climax. Ecstasy sent her hurtling into wave on wave of exquisite sensation. His magnificent body shuddered and he vented a harsh groan of masculine satisfaction at the height of his own climax.
‘You make me feel incredible, amore,’ Andreo purred, stretching over her and then freeing her from his weight, only to haul her back to him with one strong arm. ‘I want to have you again and again and again…I feel so greedy.’
Giddy, she hugged him tight until the world settled round her again and then she lay there sleepily smiling while he smoothed her tousled hair, told her how amazingly sexy those curls were and dropped tender kisses on any part of her within reach. She looked up at him with dazed eyes and there was a kind of fear in her then that she had not felt in years and years. What she had just experienced with him had been earth shattering passion and glorious fulfillment but sixth sense told her that she ought to ration herself on him.
‘You’re a very restful woman,’ he teased, lifting her off the bed to accompany him into the opulent bathroom. ‘Very mysterious too. Where, for instance, did you learn to speak colloquial French?’
‘From my mother…she was born and bred in Paris.’