Page 66 of His Housekeeper's Twin Baby Confession
Massimo was sprawled across the bed. Torso bare. Sheets tangled around his waist. He looked as if he was in the throes of some dream too.
Carrie almost turned back, but at that moment Massimo woke up.
He came up on one elbow. ‘Carrie?’
‘Yes.’
‘Are you okay?’
‘I had a bad dream...but that’s not it. I’m saying yes.’
‘Yes, to what?’ He sat up, threw the sheet back. He was naked.
‘I want you.’
‘Come here... I’m not sure if I’m dreaming or not.’
She walked over, dropping the torch as she did so. It sent its beam of light over the wall, illuminating faded wallpaper, but she didn’t see that. She just saw Massimo, looking like a god, sitting on the bed.
She walked right up to him. There wasn’t a moment of doubt in her head or body. This feltright. She couldn’t even recall why she’d been so determined to deny herself now.
Massimo reached for her, taking her by the waist. Her much thicker waist. She wore nothing under the pyjama top. He started to undo the buttons and it fell open. Massimo sucked in a breath and Carrie’s blood surged. She felt powerful under his burning gaze.
He cupped her fuller breasts, his thumbs moving over her nipples. She was so sensitive she trembled. Massimo pushed the pyjama top off completely and tugged her until she fell on the bed.
His hands roved over her whole body, learning the changes, rousing her to a fever-pitch of need. His mouth found her nipple, tugging it into his mouth, laving it with his tongue.
Carrie grabbed his head, her fingers tunnelling through his hair. Holding him. But then he moved down. His hand was on her belly now. Fingers spread wide. There was a reverence in his gaze that undid something inside her. Another defence that she knew she would have to rebuild tomorrow. But for now...
‘Mass...Please...I need you.’
He moved down between her legs, spreading them so he could see her. Carrie’s hips twitched. She had dreamt of this so much... And then he was there, his hot breath on her, fingers pushing her even wider as he bent his head and placed his mouth right on the core of her body, his wicked tongue pushing her over the edge of pleasure.
The waves were still ebbing when he moved over her, his erection in his hand, moisture beading the tip. For a moment he hesitated, and Carrie almost begged him again, but then he said, ‘Is this okay...? Will I harm the babies?’
Carrie reached for him, greedy. ‘It’s fine...the doctor said it’s fine.’
She might have been embarrassed if she hadn’t been feeling so desperate.
Massimo was careful to keep his full weight off her even as he sank deep inside, and Carrie let out an almost feral sound. Slowly he moved, taking their bodies on a dance that was unique to them. Slow at first, and then fast and hard. Carrie wasn’t ready for the next rush of pleasure. It caught her by surprise and she couldn’t breathe for a long moment, aware of Massimo’s body jerking against her and his own guttural sounds as he climaxed inside her.
Carrie woke as dawn was breaking outside, tucked into Massimo’s embrace, her back to his front. She knew instinctively that he was awake too and without a word they made love again, without even changing position. He cupped her breast and put a hand between her legs, opening her up, and she gasped when he thrust deep and hard. When she came in a rush of pleasure Massimo tumbled just behind her, and as she fell asleep again she felt completely at peace and wondered faintly if she was still dreaming.
CHAPTER TEN
BUTITHADN’Tbeen a dream. When Carrie woke again the sun was high and Massimo was standing at the window. Dressed in his jeans again and a jumper. She felt thoroughly dishevelled, and deliciously sore between her legs.
He turned around and Carrie pulled the sheet up. It was a bit late for modesty, but she was hurtling into full-on regret and recrimination.
What had she done?
‘Don’t do that,’ Massimo said.
‘Do what?’
‘Regret what happened.’
Carrie’s face grew hot.
