commanded again, increasing the pressure of his touch on her clit as he kissed where her neck met the curve of her shoulder.
Her body began to shake and her heels dug into the bed. She cried out and her thighs clenched around his hand.
He watched her while she came undone. Saw the complete abandon and pleasure in her face and felt a sharp wave of possessiveness. He wanted to claim her completely, to slide off his jeans and briefs, and bury himself inside her.
Just barely did he keep his self-control enough to pull his finger from her beautiful body, place a kiss on her lips, and then move away.
“I will have you completely, Dolcezza .” He left the promise as he made his way to the couch. “Just not tonight. I will sleep on the couch.”
Chapter 15
Breakfast was uncomfortable, to say the least.
They were alone at the table. Rachel sipped her cappuccino and tried to keep her gaze averted from Damiano.
The two of them sat at the kitchen table—which again seemed more like a museum piece with the round glass top being supported by what looked like giant bicycle wheels. Every time she’d cross or uncross her legs, she’d kick one of them on accident.
Clearly Christina put artistic style above comfort, which was completely different from her son. Damiano was all about comfort and quality. Rachel knew first hand he’d drop twenty thousand dollars on a chair for his living room, but it would be amazingly orgasmic to sit in.
Which reminded her. He’d given her an orgasm last night. Not just an orgasm, but the most intense orgasm of her life. And then immediately afterward, he’d calmly stood up and declared he was going to sleep on the couch. As if it had done absolutely nothing for him, and he’d just been doing her a favor by getting her off.
Arrogant son of a—
“How is your brioche?”
“It’s fine, thank you.” She took another bite of the rich buttery egg based bread.
She gave him a brief glance, saw the amusement in his eyes, and her breakfast might as well have become dirt in her mouth. God, but she wanted to smack the self-assured smirk off his face.
He knew what she was thinking about. What they were both no doubt thinking about. And he acted as if it were a normal day between them.
Last night he’d calmly scooped her up and dropped her onto the bed, then proceeded to turn her body into an inferno that burned for his touch.
I want you, he’d said, and it had been impossible to deny that she wanted him too. Yes, she could tell him it was wrong. Could insist that they shouldn’t do anything. But her heart refused to let her say she didn’t want him.
Which, why? Why was she fighting this so hard? Despite her intentions, she’d already gone halfway to completely sleeping with Damiano. Would that last bit really change things so much?
If she were worried about screwing things up at work, then it was already too late for that. Like it or not, the sexual chemistry between them was already boiling the lid half off the pot.
“Will you be joining me for the luncheon today or would you prefer to explore the city?” Damiano asked.
“I can attend the lunch.”
“If you do not wish to, there is no need. You were not scheduled to be here on this trip as it was. I would be fine alone.”
Her stomach clenched and she took another sip of cappuccino. Did he not want her to come? Because it was certainly sounding that way.
“Fine. I’ll walk around Milan and see the sights.”
“Whatever you wish.”
She wished things hadn’t gotten so awkward. That there wasn’t a giant elephant—or orgasm—in the room that neither was discussing.
“I’ll leave you to your luncheon.” She kept her voice bright.
Damiano reached across the table and touched her hand. His voice lowered. “Are you upset about last night?”
So maybe he was going to discuss it. Which maybe wasn’t the best idea after all, with his mother and the staff wandering in and out of the kitchen now and
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