nie’s legs she spasmed and squirmed, seeking more contact with Alexio.
She was barely aware of one of his big hands leaving her face and going to the bottom of her T-shirt, tugging it up, urging her to lift her arms so he could lift it off completely, breaking the contact between their mouths to do so.
She opened her eyes and felt dizzy. Her T-shirt was a blur of grey behind Alexio, hanging precariously on the stool. Now she only wore her panties.
He looked down between their bodies and his hot gaze rested on her bared breasts. Sidonie had been naked in front of a man before...but it had never felt like this. As if she was on fire from the inside out. Her breasts literally throbbed for his touch. Aching...
He cupped them, making her flesh tingle. His thumbs rubbed back and forth across her tight, sensitised nipples and Sidonie dragged in a painful breath. Her heart was beating so loudly she thought it had to be audible.
‘You’re beautiful...’
Sidonie shook her head, about to deny his compliment, but he took the words out of her mouth as he pushed her back slightly and bent to take one straining peak into his mouth, sucking hard. Sidonie gasped. One hand went to his head, fingers tangling in short silky hair, the other moved behind her, balancing.
It was as if a wire of need was linked directly to the pulse between her legs, tightening the tension inside her, making her arch her back towards him. She felt desperate, wanton. When he moved to her other breast his hand cupped her intimately between her legs, and Sidonie moaned as he pressed against her where every nerve seemed to be screaming out for release.
One of Alexio’s fingers slipped behind her underwear and stroked her where she ached most. Sidonie’s breath stopped completely. His mouth was on her breast and that wicked finger was circling, exploring...
She was approaching her peak... She could sense it... The rhythmic pulsations of her body were gathering force—and then Alexio abruptly pulled back and stood up. Sidonie had to put her hands on his hips to stay upright. Everything had turned molten inside her.
‘Not here...’ he said roughly, his breath uneven.
‘Wh—?’
But Sidonie’s question was halted as she was scooped up into Alexio’s arms and he strode through the apartment to the stairs. Her arms had gone around his neck automatically and the friction of his chest against her deeply sensitised breasts was almost excruciating.
She looked at his face and his jaw was tight. He glanced down at her and that sexy mouth tipped up at one corner. Butterflies danced with the lava in her belly.
He said, ‘I refuse to take you on a pool table for the first time. I’ve been fantasising all day about laying you out and tasting every inch of you, and for that we need a bed.’
The heat inside Sidonie shot to boiling point at the thought of him fantasising about this, and at the thought of being spreadeagled, naked, for this man to explore. And that this would be their first time, not their only time.
‘Oh...’ was all she could manage as Alexio shouldered his way into his room, which was dark apart from one low light in the corner and the glittering lights of the city outside.
When he got to the bed he laid Sidonie down and stood back. She was breathless. Her body was still hovering on the edge of fulfilment and she ached for completion. But she sensed that Alexio wasn’t about to allow either of them a quick release.
As if reading her mind, he said throatily, ‘I want you so much that I’m tempted to take you now, hard and fast... I want to...’
She’d never experienced hard and fast. She’d experienced mundane and underwhelming. Feeling unaccountably shy, although she was all but naked and panting for the man, Sidonie said in a small voice, ‘I don’t mind...’
Alexio shook his head and looked grim, his hands going to his jeans, where Sidonie’s eyes dropped to watch with mounting fascination.
‘No, you don’t get off that easily—not after that little sideshow back there.’
Sidonie couldn’t drag her gaze back up. She could only watch, helpless, as Alexio opened his buttons and then pushed his jeans down, taking his underwear with them. Her eyes widened and she went even hotter, if that was possible. He was...magnificent. And big.
A shiver of trepidation ran through her and finally she managed to look at him.
He almost grimaced at her wide eyes. ‘Another reason why this won’t be hard and fast... I need to make sure you’re ready... I don’t want to hurt you.’
His concern made Sidonie’s chest constrict, and even through the heat haze engulfing her she was aware of a little voice: danger...danger...
But then Alexio was bending over her, his big hands making quick work of her underwear, tugging it off her hips and down her legs.
He stood back and looked at her again. Sidonie wanted to turn away and hide herself. Instantly self-conscious. Was he measuring her up against his last lover? Finding her wanting? A disappointment? Did the fact that she wasn’t shaved everywhere turn him off?
She brought her arm over her breasts and turned her head, unable to watch him looking at her so intently. And then the bed dipped and his long, powerful body was beside her, legs touching hers, his erection between them, his arms coming around her.
‘Don’t feel shy...’ His hand tipped her chin towards him so she had to meet his gaze. ‘You’re beautiful...and I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone.’