Page 47 of Unveiled As The Italian's Bride
‘If I touch you, would you still say the same thing?’
Kate’s eyelids fluttered. She thought she heard herself whimper, because his words were so provocative and filled her with such crazy yearning that her whole body seemed to go up in flames.
She felt she should stand firm, but instead she clung to him, fingers curling into his jumper, a hand seeking the hardness pressing against her. With no experience at all, her body just seemed to know how to behave and what to do, propelled by a craving she had never had before, had never suspected existed.
‘I don’t know what I’d say! It’s not a good idea... None of this is a good idea...’
‘You’re the one who started this conversation, so why isn’t it a good idea?’ He talked as his hands began a slow exploration of her, taking his time to feel the outline of her slight body under the heavy-duty pyjamas. He drew in a sharp breath as he slipped one hand under the top and felt the silky smoothness of bare skin.
‘I can’t think when you’re doing that.’
‘That’s good.’ He buried his face into her fragrant hair and got high on the scent of her, then nuzzled her ear lobe before trailing kisses along the side of her cheek and covering her mouth with his. ‘I want you so badly right now, I feel as though I’m going to explode, and if that’s what novelty does to both of us, then what’s wrong with trying it out for size? Sometimes doing something that doesn’t make sense can feel very, very good...can turn out to make the most sense in the world...’ He pulled back.
‘Convince me,’ Kate breathed, eyes dark with desire as she pushed her hands under his jumper.
‘We both know the score. I’m not cut out for the emotional business of loving anyone. I don’t have it in me, and maybe I never did, but you’re the opposite. You want the real deal. But in between both those opposing poles, my darling, is a world of enjoyment to be had because there will be no strings attached.’
‘No strings attached...’ Kate liked the sound of that and he was right. She wanted love, kids and a ‘for ever’ commitment, but why not enjoy this blip on the horizon? What would be the point in being a martyr? Wouldn’t it be all the more dangerous to deny this crazy attraction? Wouldn’t that just feed it?
She was a novelty to him, but wasn’t he exactly the same for her? He certainly didn’t fit the image she had for any guy she would ever spend her life with. In her mind, her ‘for ever’ partner would be calm and steady as a rock; a nice, reliable guy who’d make her feel comfortable; a guy who wouldn’t send her nervous system into freefall every time he looked her way. Why shouldn’t she enjoy the thing that was not destined to last?
‘Fun,’ Dante murmured, his voice oozing honeyed temptation. ‘We could have fun. Nothing lasts, and the great thing is that neither of us has a problem with that.’
Nothing lasts...
For them both, no, not this. This wouldn’t last. That was all part of the deal.
‘I want fun,’ she said simply.
She lay back and breathed in deeply, her body an open invitation, and Dante was overwhelmed by a swoop of pure passion that made him tremble.
Nothing had ever felt better. He touched her gently under the top, then slowly unbuttoned it, then reared up to gaze down at her. Her small, exquisite breasts were tipped with nipples that were perfect tan discs. The thin light filtering through from the living room cast shadows over her and he felt he’d never seen anything so perfect before.
He braced himself on one arm to unzip his trousers but everything was moving too slowly. Shorn of his usual grace, Dante vaulted upright and realised that he was so excited that he could barely get off his clothes. He stripped jerkily, tossing them on the ground, and feeling the pinch of cold in the air. His brain was telling him to slow down but his body was accelerating at a pace he couldn’t control.
He clenched his jaw hard and reminded himself that he was a guy with years of self-control bred into him. But when he subsided onto the mattress, and when his eyes caught the hot, drowsy gaze of hers, those years of self-control were washed away and he fumbled to undress her like a horny teenager, stumbling in his efforts and stopping to touch.
He couldn’t get enough. He tugged down the pyjama bottoms and she wriggled in a frantic effort to free herself, as hungry for him as he was for her.
‘I want to go slow,’ Dante muttered shakily, half to himself. He breathed in deeply and touched her gently. He circled her nipple with the tip of his finger, round and round, until the stiffened bud throbbed against his fingertip. He kissed her—not hungrily, even though he wanted to, but gently and tenderly, taking his time and trying hard to ignore the demanding pulse of his erection.
Every touch was a thrill that was wondrous to Kate. Her body was alive for the first time in her life, opening up for this man, leaving her no time to think about anything but the pleasure of sensation.
He stroked the length of her body and she shuddered and clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulders and her legs splaying apart. Between her thighs was a dampness that made her restless and impatient for him to take her...to fill her.
How would that feel? Would it hurt? In the dim recesses of her mind, she knew that her virginity might be a stumbling block, but there was no way she was going to start a conversation about it, not when she was on fire and desperate for him.
Why would he find out anyway?
He covered her nipple with his mouth and suckled on it, drawing it in and firing her up even more as he licked it with his tongue until she was breathing fast and moaning, soft little moans she barely recognised.
Touching her, Dante felt attuned to her every move and every small whimper. Her body was slight, responsive and as delicate as a gazelle’s; her thighs opening for him were slender and silky and, when he cupped her mound with his hand, he felt the wetness of her arousal.
‘I can’t believe how turned on I am right now.’ He groaned, blindly reaching for his wallet, feeling for protection without moving away from her heated body.
‘Me too,’ Kate admitted. ‘I just want you to keep touching me. I... Is this okay for you? I mean... I don’t have a lot of...’
‘Shh... Perfect. Couldn’t be more so.’
