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She’d not realised she wasn’t and she didn’t care anyway; she just needed to touch him.
‘Slow down,’ he muttered as she rose above him. ‘Slow down.’
‘I can’t.’ She needed to be with him. It couldn’t happen fast enough.
‘We have all night,’ he half laughed.
And that wasn’t going to be long enough. She arched, grinding against him until he flipped and pinned her. She moaned as he grazed his teeth along her inner thigh before fastening his mouth on her, his tongue rasping in rough but gentle strokes. Her bones liquefied. Her very soul melted. She’d missed this so much and she desperately wanted more. Never had she wanted anything as much as she wanted this.‘Please!’
But the orgasm screamed through her before she could stop it.
His triumphant laugh was further erotic torment as it gusted over her lower belly. As soon as she could, she arched beneath him. This was no dance, but a battle. With a groan he braced above her, staring into her eyes for ever so slightly too long.
‘Massimo,’ she whispered. She pleaded.
He gave in, thrusting hard and deep, pushing all his strength into her. She gasped, relishing his complete claim.
‘Yes.’She bucked up to meet him.
‘I like hearing that word on your lips,’ he growled, flexing harder into her.
‘You’ll only get it here. Doing this.’
His smile was feral, his body fast. Another orgasm hurtled upon her. Too much. Too soon.Alltoo soon. She closed her eyes and wrapped her limbs tightly around him, trying to hang on as long and as hard as she could, but all too soon she was lost over the edge. And to her infinite satisfaction, he tumbled with her.
She couldn’t open her eyes, but in the distance she heard the booms and sparks from the end of race celebrations across the bay.
‘I think we missed the fireworks,’ she murmured brokenly.
‘You’rethe fireworks,’ he chuckled. ‘I need a flameproof suit but it’s worth being burned by you.’
Indeed, she was burning up. He’d worked her over—ruthlessly, relentlessly,generously. But she was greedy for his intensity, his determination, his strength. He had more of those things than anyone she’d ever met. More thanshehad.
‘There’s one thing you need to understand, Lily.’ He moved, using his body to cage her beneath him.
‘Mmm?’
‘I’m not the cherry on top. I’m the whole damn cake. And the only one you’re enjoying for the foreseeable future. Understood?’
Chapter Eight
‘DID YOU SLEEP WELL?’ Massimo watched her approach.
She still looked sleepy with slight smudges beneath her dazed eyes; her skin was flushed and a streak of stubble rash marked her neck. She looked like she’d spent half the night being thoroughly pleasured. Which she had. All Massimo wanted now was to take her back to bed and carry on. But she tightly fastened the hotel robe around her slim body, hiding her dreamy curves. Manhandling her the second she was conscious wasn’t the calm-and-in-control aura he ought to exude.
‘You know I did.’ She ran a hand through her hair, the long waves tempting him more. ‘Eventually.’
Yeah, it had been a wrench to leave her there. He’d woken only an hour ago, his brain whirring. He’d investigated—read the local news articles about her brothers’ accident and the few other mentions of her family. Her fear that they would negatively impact him was unfounded. He had a solution. Money talked and he had plenty of it. People did turn a blind eye when you could pay for almost anything and he was happy to pay for their compliance, but he was furious they’d abandoned a teenager who should have been valued and protected, not used and threatened.
She took in the fact that he was fully dressed and clutched her robe closer about her. ‘I should get moving.’
‘Yes,’ he agreed peaceably. ‘Your bag has already been collected from the other hotel. The team has completed the pack-out and they’re in the air already.’ He leaned in to his controlling self. ‘We’re going to Sentosa for a few days. Beach holiday.’
Her face was a picture. ‘You can’t just—’
‘Did you have other plans for the break? A trip booked?’ he interrupted blandly. ‘Or were you just going back to the caravan?’
She shot him a reproachful look.
