His hands were busy, too, molding her breasts and caressing sensitive areas he knew so well. It was as if he knew this was a special moment in time, a unique opportunity that might not come again because he touched her so carefully, arousing her to a fever pitch of sensation. And she made her own sounds of desire, moans and whimpers that mixed with the beat of the pouring water.
Her control slipped moment by moment until she was a living, breathing, quivering mass of feminine sexual need. She cried out against his lips from his touch even as she demanded more with the movement of her body and hungrily caressed his body with all the fire burning inside her.
The sound of Therese’s sexy whimpers drove Claudio crazy as she went wild for him. She had always been incredibly responsive…when she let him touch her, but there was a quality to her response right now that had never been there before. Her body shook and trembled and her hands were all over him, so hot against his skin that he felt singed.
She touched him with a furious desperation. As if she had never touched him before…or would never touch him again.
But he dismissed that last thought as ludicrous in the face of how much she so obviously wanted him. This kind of desire did not get assuaged in one attempt at lovemaking…or even a hundred. He should know. He wanted her that much.
Would always want her.
And his shy and proper wife was practically climbing his body in an attempt to join her body with his. She was completely out of control and he refused to believe she could give even a fraction of this reaction to another man. She might think she wanted someone else for reasons he had yet to discover, but it was he who could touch the very core of her soul with a simple hand to her breast.
It had been that way since the very first time he touched her with the intent to seduce.
Their sexual connection was too strong to be tampered with, too primitive to be explained or even understood on an intellectual level. She might have withheld herself from him more in the past few months than she had at first, but when she did allow him close…she went to pieces. Perhaps not as spectacularly as this time, but definitely too strongly for him to seriously believe she could want another man.
No way could she be this way with anyone else and still respond in such a primal fashion to him…not his wife, a woman who had spent her whole life tamping down her emotional reactions and hiding them. It went against everything he knew her to be.
Unless she was thinking of the other man when Claudio touched her…unless she was using him to assuage a need she could not have met another way.
Where the thought came from, he did not know, but it detonated with the power of a nuclear blast in his head. No, damn it. He would not believe that. And yet, it made sense of a woman who asked for a divorce and then made love like she would die if she could not have his touch.
He broke his mouth from hers as he lifted her up his body to position his hardness at the entrance to her slickened flesh. He had to have her…even the disturbing thoughts could not dampen his need, but he couldn’t allow her to use him like that. He would not let that scenario be reality for them. “Say my name…ask me to take you.”
Her eyes opened, revealing beautiful green and very dazed depths. “Wh-what?”
“Who am I?” he ground out in harsh demand.
“Amore mio.”
The words slammed through him like a sledgehammer…was that her pet name for the other man or was she calling Claudio her love? He could count on one hand the number of times she had used that expression with him during their marriage and none of them in the last six months. “My name, say it.”
Her lips curved softly, her expression an odd mixture he could not decipher. It seemed as if both exultation and sadness resided in her green gaze, but that made no sense. “Claudio…my prince.”
Then she leaned forward to reconnect their lips and kissed him with desperate passion, devouring his mouth before kissing along his jaw until she was right at his ear. She whispered, “Love me, Claudio. Please. Be one with me…if only for a little while.”
Her voice had a strange quality to it, as if it was not merely sex she was asking for, but he did not know what else she wanted. He could give her the sex, though. Was in fact dying to do so. He levered her body onto his shaft at the same time as surging upward so that he was impaled in one urgent thrust.
She cried out, her head falling back on her shoulders, her expression one of agonized bliss.
He grunted, a sound that was entirely primitive and would have at any other time embarrassed his sophisticated sense of self. “You feel so good around me, amante.”
“You feel…perfect…inside…me…” she gasped out as he withdrew and thrust again.