The Vengeful Husband (The Husband Hunters 2)

'I don't! You think I'm a thief!' Darcy cried, as though he had argued with her.

Luca's smile was pure charisma unleashed. 'Possibly that's the most dangerous part of your attraction.'

Thoroughly disconcerted by that suggestion, Darcy frowned.

And, in a ruthless play on her bewilderment, Luca bent his well-shaped dark head and kissed her. He plundered her mouth like a warrior on the battlefield in a make-or-break encounter. She jerked as if fireworks were going off inside her. The hot, lustful thrust of his tongue electrified her. As she responded with all the answering hunger she could not suppress, nothing mattered to her but the continuance of that passionate assault.

In an indolent movement Luca sat up and carried her with him. He pushed the top down off her shoulders and trailed it free of her arms, freeing her hands to rise and sink into his luxuriant black hair. He released her reddened mouth, burnished golden eyes dropping lower to take in the tip-tilted curves of her small breasts and the bold thrust of her rosy nipples.

'You are so perfect,' he savoured huskily. Perfect? Never, she thought, but in the pounding silence Darcy still found herself watching as he curved appreciative hands to her aching flesh. With a stifled moan, she shut her eyes tightly, but felt with every quivering fibre the shock-wave of shatteringly intense sensation as expert fingers toyed with the tender peaks. She trembled, her heartbeat thundering in her eardrums.

'Dio...' Luca drew in an audible breath. 'You always do exactly what excites me most...'

With a distinct lack of cool, he pushed her back against the pillows and closed his mouth urgently to the source of his temptation. As he tugged at the shamelessly engorged buds with erotic thoroughness she flung her head back, every muscle tensing as a low, keening sound of excitement escaped her. With every carnal caress he sent an arrow of shooting fire to the tormenting ache between her trembling thighs.

Her fingers knotted tightly into the glossy thickness of his hair, holding him to her, desperately urging him on. A moan of impatience left her lips as he abandoned her breasts to tug up her knees and free her restive lower limbs from the pyjama bottoms.

'Kiss me,' she muttered feverishly then.

'Want me?' Shimmering golden eyes welded to her dark¬ened gaze and the longing she couldn't hide from him.

'How much?'

'Luca...' she whispered pleadingly, shivering with need.

'I find you incredibly sexy, cam mia.'

Rising over her, he slid a lean, hair-roughened thigh be¬tween hers and crushed her mouth with passionate fervour under his. There was no room for thought in her head.

Passion controlled her utterly. Her body writhed beneath his, a flood of hungry fire burning at the very heart of her. Feeling the bold promise of his manhood pulsing against her hip, she pushed against him in instinctive encourage¬ment.

Luca pulled back from her, eyes smoky with desire. 'You're too impatient...the pleasure is all the keener when you wait for what you want. And didn't you make me wait that night?' A tantalising hand slowly smoothed over the tense muscles of her stomach. He listened to her suck in oxygen in noisy gasps of anticipation. 'In fact, you pushed me right over the edge when I was least expecting it.'

Instantly she was lost in that imagery. Luca, helpless in her thrall, driven to satisfaction against his own volition, disconcerted, reacting by suddenly reasserting his mascu¬line dominance and driving her crazy with desire. She reached up to him, finding his sensual mouth again for her¬self, parting her lips to the stabbing invasion of his tongue. He shuddered violently against her, his control slipping as he kissed her back with raw, hungry force.

His hand skated through the damp auburn curls crowning the apex of her thighs and discovered the satin sensitivity of the moist flesh beneath. Mastered by a need that over¬whelmed every restraint, she felt her spine arch, her body opening to him as the terrible ache for satisfaction blazed up, making her whimper and writhe, hungrily craving what he had taught her to crave in a torment of excitement.

'When you respond like that, all I can think about is plunging inside you,' Luca groaned, sliding between her thighs.

The hot, hard thrust of his powerful penetration took her breath away. Nothing had ever felt so good. Her whole being was centred on the feel of him inside her, boldly stretching and filling, and giving such intense pleasure she would have died had he stopped.

'You told me I was absolutely brilliant at this,' Luca reminded her, gazing down at her with a staggering mixture of lust laced with reluctant amusement as he plunged deeper still and watched her eyes close on a wave of elec¬trified and utterly naked pleasure.

'Gosh, you're incredi¬bly good at this too..." you said, in such surprise. I won¬dered if you were going to score my technique on a questionnaire afterwards—'