Page 40 of His Housekeeper's Twin Baby Confession
‘Lean back against the wall.’
She did. Her legs were shaking now. She wrapped them around his waist. Water flattened his hair to his head. His cheeks were slashed with colour.
For her.
He bent his head and took the hard tip of one breast into his mouth, rolling and sucking the peak until Carrie’s mind was blissfully blank of anything but this devastating pleasure.
Her hips were moving against Massimo, seeking for him to assuage the spiralling tension at her core. He put his hand there, against her body, feeling how ready she was for him. Sliding his fingers deep, making her moan.
And then he took himself in his hand and fed himself into her, inch by inch, until she couldn’t breathe. She was impaled, and it was delicious.
Slowly he moved in and out, bearing her weight with an arm around her waist. It didn’t take long. She could feel the swell approaching, gathering force, and she had to bite down on his shoulder to stop herself from screaming out loud as the waves pounded over her and through her.
Massimo’s body moved against her powerfully as he sought his own climax, and then he pulled free abruptly, making Carrie gasp, and let the powerful jet spray wash away his climax.
It hadn’t even occurred to her to think of protection—the feel of his body within hers had been too exquisite. And now she was too spent to dwell on it. She would have slid down the wall of the shower if Massimo hadn’t caught her and lifted her into his arms.
He sat her down and took a towel, drying her and then scooping her hair up into another towel. He carried her from the bathroom to the bed and placed her down, and for a fleeting moment before Carrie lost consciousness she thought to herself that it was the kindest thing she could remember anyone doing for her for a long time...
‘I need to go back to New York for some meetings.’
Carrie’s insides sank.
She’d known this was coming. They’d been back in Rio for over a week now. She’d been wondering how long Massimo could duck out of his life.
She’d worked it out that morning: they’d actually been away for a month. She’d been on holiday for one month. More time off than she’d ever had in her life. But they couldn’t exist in this sensual tropical idyll for ever.
She affected a look of polite uninterest, as if his pronouncement wasn’t sounding the death knell on their relationship. ‘Okay...when?’
‘Today, actually.’
Her insides lurched even more. Not even another day or night?
The sound of the crashing surf from Ipanema mocked her from the background.
‘You’ll come with me,’ Massimo pronounced.
Carrie felt prickly. ‘Will I? It’s about time I thought about what I’m going to do next.’
‘This doesn’t have to end yet. Come back to New York with me. You’ll have plenty of time to think about the future.’
Her treacherous heart squeezed.
Maybe it wouldn’t be over yet, but it would be soon.
She could feel it like the inevitability of a rising tide. And she was in way too deep. Any control she might have exerted over this whole situation was well and truly gone.
Buenos Aires and then these last few days in Rio with Massimo had dismantled all her very careful defences, leaving her nowhere to hide. And, as much as she knew it would be wiser to take the initiative here and be the one to leave first, she knew she wasn’t ready to walk away from Massimo and the way he made her feel.
He’d opened up her eyes to a whole world of experience—and not just sexually. She’d changed. Relaxed. Found a measure of peace she’d never expected. Selfishly, she wasn’t ready to let that go, because she knew that whatever happened to her after this, and wherever she went, she would never experience that again.
Still trying to affect a cool level of nonchalance, even though she knew what she was about to do spelled certain pain and humiliation in the future, she said, ‘Okay, why not?’
‘Good.’
Massimo’s satisfied, knowing smile, as if he’d known exactly what she’d been thinking, made her want to wipe it off his face. So she did.
She got up from her chair and let her robe fall open enough so that he could see her bare breasts. She sat on his lap and said throatily, ‘Exactly how long do we have before we leave?’
