lunch.”
He unlatched the wooden door and followed her into the half-acre orchard enclosed within the courtyard, his heated gaze admiring her from the tumble of her blonde hair to those shap ely legs.
“ That goes both ways, Alexander,” she said, having apparently just digested his words.
The number of ways he planned to take her far exceeded two.
Her fingers trailed from one spindly trunk to the next as she drifted between the fruit trees. “I want to learn everything about you as well.”
He grabbed her around the waist, his grip feather-light, and turned her around into his arms. “ You’ll have unrestricted access,” he assured her as his mouth descended.
Her hands came up, pushing against his ches t, her eyes widening into his. And then her fingers clutched instead of pushing, her eyes closed and her lips parted on a moan.
His mouth clamped over hers, his palms flattened over her backside, pulling her close, grinding her belly against his erection a s he deepened the kiss. Her tongue curled around his, sucking gently to a slow pulse. Heat exploded inside his veins, burning up his skin. He ran his hands over her backside, lower, lifting the short skirt as he slid his fingers up again along her thighs.
Walking her back a step, he pushed her up against the nearest tree while her kiss devoured his senses. He ’d planned to make her lunch, seduce her with expert skill, make slow love to her in his bed. Now he didn’t think he could make it to the kitchen table, not even if he wanted to. And he didn’t.
He withdrew from the intoxicating dance of her tongue, his fingers sliding over the flimsy silk of her underwear and hooking on the lace trim.
“I want to take you now, right here, like this.” He didn’t recognise his voice, thickened with the Italian drawl he’d mostly shaken off years ago.
Her eyes opened into his, murky with desire. “ Here?”
“ We’re alone.” He tugged the silk over her buttocks, inch by tantalising inch. “No one around for miles.”
She drew breath on a shudder as his hands slid over the curve of naked skin, her arms snaking around him. Her nails scraped his back as he went down, caressing the satin smooth length of her thighs and calves as he dragged her panties down and slipped them over one sandal-clad foot, then the other. He came up, hitched the slip of pink on a branch. By the time he’d retrieved a condom from his wallet and rolled it on, he was hard, throbbing. His body had been begging for this since yesterday morning.
He lifted her up against hi m. “Wrap your legs around me, cara .”
Her legs clamped around his waist, her ankles hooked low at his back, her damp, sleek centre grazing the base of his erection as she strained back against the tree with a strangled moan. “ Alex, wait…”
Wait?
He stilled. “I’ll stop if that’s what you want.” A guttural laugh scraped his throat raw. “But you should know, cara , it will probably kill me.”
“ I don’t want you to stop,” she said. “Just wait…a moment.”
“ What is it?” Concern instantly cooled his ardour. Not by much, but enough to gain a momentary measure of control over the primal urge to push deep inside her. “Is this uncomfortable?”
“ No, not at all.” Her fingers filtered through his hair, down the side of his neck, then curled lightly over his shoulders. “This is too good, Alex, too perfect, too right . Too everything, too much to be had with a stranger.”
Alexander had always considered himself intelligent, but right now he felt as dumb as hell. Didn ’t help that he was poised on the edge of torture, losing his balance fast. “You’ll have to be more specific than that, cara .”
“ I want this. I want you. You can slam into me right this second and I’ll explode and I just know it will be the best sex I’ve ever had; will ever have.” Her gaze fed into his, hooked into his soul. “You’ll eclipse my world and I don’t know who you are. Talk to me,
He unlatched the wooden door and followed her into the half-acre orchard enclosed within the courtyard, his heated gaze admiring her from the tumble of her blonde hair to those shap ely legs.
“ That goes both ways, Alexander,” she said, having apparently just digested his words.
The number of ways he planned to take her far exceeded two.
Her fingers trailed from one spindly trunk to the next as she drifted between the fruit trees. “I want to learn everything about you as well.”
He grabbed her around the waist, his grip feather-light, and turned her around into his arms. “ You’ll have unrestricted access,” he assured her as his mouth descended.
Her hands came up, pushing against his ches t, her eyes widening into his. And then her fingers clutched instead of pushing, her eyes closed and her lips parted on a moan.
His mouth clamped over hers, his palms flattened over her backside, pulling her close, grinding her belly against his erection a s he deepened the kiss. Her tongue curled around his, sucking gently to a slow pulse. Heat exploded inside his veins, burning up his skin. He ran his hands over her backside, lower, lifting the short skirt as he slid his fingers up again along her thighs.
Walking her back a step, he pushed her up against the nearest tree while her kiss devoured his senses. He ’d planned to make her lunch, seduce her with expert skill, make slow love to her in his bed. Now he didn’t think he could make it to the kitchen table, not even if he wanted to. And he didn’t.
He withdrew from the intoxicating dance of her tongue, his fingers sliding over the flimsy silk of her underwear and hooking on the lace trim.
“I want to take you now, right here, like this.” He didn’t recognise his voice, thickened with the Italian drawl he’d mostly shaken off years ago.
Her eyes opened into his, murky with desire. “ Here?”
“ We’re alone.” He tugged the silk over her buttocks, inch by tantalising inch. “No one around for miles.”
She drew breath on a shudder as his hands slid over the curve of naked skin, her arms snaking around him. Her nails scraped his back as he went down, caressing the satin smooth length of her thighs and calves as he dragged her panties down and slipped them over one sandal-clad foot, then the other. He came up, hitched the slip of pink on a branch. By the time he’d retrieved a condom from his wallet and rolled it on, he was hard, throbbing. His body had been begging for this since yesterday morning.
He lifted her up against hi m. “Wrap your legs around me, cara .”
Her legs clamped around his waist, her ankles hooked low at his back, her damp, sleek centre grazing the base of his erection as she strained back against the tree with a strangled moan. “ Alex, wait…”
Wait?
He stilled. “I’ll stop if that’s what you want.” A guttural laugh scraped his throat raw. “But you should know, cara , it will probably kill me.”
“ I don’t want you to stop,” she said. “Just wait…a moment.”
“ What is it?” Concern instantly cooled his ardour. Not by much, but enough to gain a momentary measure of control over the primal urge to push deep inside her. “Is this uncomfortable?”
“ No, not at all.” Her fingers filtered through his hair, down the side of his neck, then curled lightly over his shoulders. “This is too good, Alex, too perfect, too right . Too everything, too much to be had with a stranger.”
Alexander had always considered himself intelligent, but right now he felt as dumb as hell. Didn ’t help that he was poised on the edge of torture, losing his balance fast. “You’ll have to be more specific than that, cara .”
“ I want this. I want you. You can slam into me right this second and I’ll explode and I just know it will be the best sex I’ve ever had; will ever have.” Her gaze fed into his, hooked into his soul. “You’ll eclipse my world and I don’t know who you are. Talk to me,
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