Page 36 of Hired By The Forbidden Italian
He pulled her towards him, and just like that all the doubts that had earlier crowded into her head disappeared and she cleaved her body against his with delight.
He smelled salty.
‘This is all ours for the day,’ he murmured.
‘How do you know? Anyone might decide that this is the perfect spot for a picnic...’
‘Oh, any billionaire worth his salt wouldn’t dream of intruding on another billionaire’s territory. They’d spot my speedboat and head for another private cove...’
He pushed his fingers into her hair, undid what remained of the thick plait and then spread it across her shoulders. Then he turned his attention to the tiny buttons on her top, taking his time.
‘Braless.’ He groaned. ‘You have no idea how much I’ve been thinking of touching you.’ He inched her back and then broke free to delve into the canvas bag, from which he extracted an enormous towel to spread on the ground.
It felt thrilling and wicked to be doing this, Sophie thought, already wet.
He had positioned the towel under a cluster of trees, avoiding direct sunlight. While she lay on the towel to look at him—half naked because she had finished what he had started and had removed her top—she watched as he stripped off, revealing his glorious body in slow motion, bit by gradual bit until she could barely contain her rising excitement.
She propped herself up on her elbows and blushed as he stood over her, towering, his burnished torso roughened with dark hair and his arousal proclaiming that he was as turned on as she was.
He took himself in one hand and idly stroked, and her whole body went up in flames.
Lovemaking in the intimacy of a dark cabin was so different from this...with the warm sun beating down on them and the sea and the icing-sugar-white sand all around.
As his dark eyes skewered her to the spot, Sophie followed his lead...pushing her hands under the soft, tissue-paper-thin skirt and then pressing her fingers against herself until a burst of sensation began spreading through her.
Niccolo smiled. He didn’t step towards her. Instead he half nodded, urging her on, and she stroked until she felt the slow, urgent build of her climax.
This was shameless, wanton...but oh, so shockingly erotic. She came in a surge of pleasure, her body quivering and arching against her fingers. In her most intimate moment, this man had seen her and it felt right, somehow.
‘Your turn,’ she murmured as he sank down next to her on the oversized towel.
He grinned and nibbled the side of her mouth while simultaneously relieving her of her skirt and underwear, out of which she helpfully wriggled without separating from his small kisses. ‘You look like a sexy, ruffled little angel. I like it. A lot. And I have more important things to do right now than worry about my own needs...’
‘What have you got to do?’ Sophie pouted. She was still warm and tingly as her body gradually began to calm.
By way of response, Niccolo reached across her to her bag, extracted the sunblock and informed her that it was time for him to make sure she was fully protected against the damaging effects of the sun.
‘Don’t be fooled,’ he warned piously as he slapped some cream on the palm of his hand, ‘by the fact that we’re lying in partial shade. This sun is ferocious. The last thing I want is for you to have to experience a bout of nasty sunburn. Now, where would you like me to start? Front or back?’
It was a luxurious experience. His hands were cool and slippery, and he paid minute attention to every square inch of her body. He rolled his hands over her breasts, cupping them and massaging the cream onto her, then along her waist and over her stomach, and then came her thighs, on the outside...and on the inside, and she whimpered, eyes closed, as he smoothed his hands over the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, nudging her wetness along the way, teasing her just so much but no more.
It was a lazy, sensuous experience and it was clear he was beyond aroused, but instead of taking things further he finished his very thorough job of applying the suncream. Once it was dry, he suggested they should take a dip in the sea.
‘Sensible of you to get waterproof sunblock,’ he announced, vaulting upright while she hurriedly followed suit, although he stopped her before she could slip into her swimsuit. ‘You won’t need that. You’re fully protected from those harmful UV rays...’
‘I had no idea you had a degree in medicine,’ Sophie returned, turned on and amused and completely in the moment.
‘I’m a man of many talents...’ Niccolo grinned wolfishly at her and then casually reached to circle her nipples with his fingers until she was breathing quickly, mouth parted, nostrils flaring just enough to tell him how turned on she could be by the merest touch.
The sea was warm, the water so clear that she could see her nakedness distorted in it, moving this way and that as they swam out, he with long, sure strokes, she following behind and catching up when he stopped to lie on his back, floating.
She joined him in gazing up into the bluest of skies and wondered whether this was the sort of perfection that could be bottled. If it could, then she would make a fortune.
To one side, the speedboat bobbed gently, and as he had said to her there was no one else around. They could have been marooned on a desert island.
She was overwhelmed by a feeling of utter peace and contentment and her thoughts were drifting too sleepily in time to the small ebbs of current under her to focus on anything much bigger thanI’m happy.
‘Penny for them,’ Niccolo murmured from next to her.
