Never Gamble With a Caffarelli (Those Scandalous Caffarellis 3)

Her expression switched from sexy siren to outraged virago within a heartbeat. ‘You bastard.’

‘Orphan is the correct term.’

She came at him then like a spitting cat, all claws, snarls and scratches. ‘I hate you!’

Remy restrained her by holding both of her flailing arms behind her back, which rather delightfully pushed her pelvis into blistering contact with his. ‘You don’t hate me. You want me.’

Her grey-blue eyes flashed venom at him. ‘Why won’t you give me what I want?’

He ripped her knickers down with a ruthless jerk of his hand. ‘What do you want the most?’ He probed her folds with his painfully erect penis. ‘Tell me. Right now, what do you want the most?’

He heard her swallow as he made contact with her slippery moistness. ‘I want what’s rightfully mine.’

‘Then at least we’re on the same page,’ he said and then he sealed her mouth roughly with his.

* * *

Angelique lost herself in his kiss. To be truthful she had lost herself the day she had flown to Dharbiri. Remy had taken control of not just the situation, but also her life and perhaps even her destiny. He had introduced passion and excitement to her and now there was no going back. She didn’t want to go back.

How was she going to live without this rush of excitement every time his mouth met with hers?

She had thought she would play him at his own game: up the stakes, tantalise him, tease him until he gave in, but he had turned her efforts around to his advantage.

He was not going to be hoodwinked out of relinquishing Tarrantloch. Nothing she did or offered was going to change his mind.

Tarrantloch was his talisman of success.

His only weakness that she could see was that he wanted her. But even that need was under his tight control. She had ramped up his desire to the point where she thought he would agree to anything.

But it seemed she was the one who was the more desperate.

His mouth was hard against hers but she worked at softening it with little pull-backs and strokes of her tongue. Once he’d eased off a bit she nipped at his lower lip with her teeth, and then laved it with the glide of her tongue.

She felt him rummaging around for a condom, his hands leaving her in order to apply it, but his mouth didn’t budge from plundering hers.

He was at her entrance and nudging to possess her. She opened her legs and stood up on tiptoe to welcome him. He surged so thickly and so forcefully she felt her back bump the bench behind. He set a furious pace but her body was so wet, and aching so much, it was a blessed and welcome assault of her senses to feel him pumping so hard. She came almost immediately, not even needing the coaxing stroke of his fingers. All it took was a little roll and tilt of her pelvis and she was flying off into the stratosphere, screaming and sobbing all the way.

He didn’t waste time waiting for her to come back to earth. He rocketed after her with a deep, primal grunt as he unloaded. She felt the rise of goose bumps over his back as she held him against her, his hectic breathing a harsh sound in the silence.

Angelique wanted to hate him for turning the tables on her but somehow she couldn’t access that emotion right now. So instead she held him and stroked her hands over his back and shoulders, planting soft little teasing kisses to his neck and behind his earlobes.

He eased back from her but only so he could rest his forehead against hers. Their breaths mingled intimately in the space between their mouths. ‘I wasn’t too rough, was I?’ His voice sounded gruff, almost apologetic.

Angelique trailed a fingertip over his bottom lip. ‘I wanted you any way I could have you.’

His dark gaze meshed with hers. ‘You really turn me on like no other woman I’ve ever been with, but I have a feeling but you already know that.’

She smiled a little smile and did another circuit with her finger, this time pushing it into his mouth so he could suck on it. It sent a shudder down her spine when he did. His mouth was hot and moist, and his tongue a sexy rasp against her soft skin. When she pulled it out she said in a voice that wasn’t quite even. ‘You do a pretty fine job of lighting my fire too.’

He held her gaze for an interminable moment. ‘We should do something about a meal. I don’t want you fading away on me. I have plans for you and, believe me, you’re going to need your stamina.’

She traced each of his eyebrows in turn, a playful smile pushing up the corners of her mouth. ‘When you look at me like that, I get a wobbly feeling in my girly bits.’

His eyes glinted dangerously as he tugged her back against him. ‘And so you damn well should,’ he said and brought his mouth down to hers.

CHAPTER TWELVE

REMY WATCHED AS Angelique slept in the tumble of sheets, pillows and bedcoverings that had become their love-making nest over the last three weeks. He had extended their stay because a sudden snowfall had made it impossible for Robert Mappleton to get to their meeting so Remy had to postpone it until the roads cleared.