stand up.’
He gave a smile that made her heart flip, trailed a kiss with slow, sensuous deliberation down the curve of her graceful neck and promised, ‘I’m not going to let you go. Just hold on tight.’
Their eyes clashed luminous blue on hot black and she nodded, wanting him so badly that she couldn’t articulate the need that flowed through her and made her throat ache with emotion.
There were bands of dark colour etched along the angles of his razor-edged cheekbones as he picked her up and kicked the half-open door with his foot as he strode into the moonlit room beyond.
He pushed aside a pile of cushions, pointless furnishing at any time and right now a damned obstacle, and laid her down on a sofa.
Shining hair spread out around her face, the invitation shining in her luminous eyes, she took his breath away. He wanted her so much that the ache went bone deep, yet still he didn’t respond to that invitation. He sat there on the edge of the sofa anticipating but wanting to stretch this moment, glutting his senses on the visual feast.
She looked like every impossible fantasy he had ever had made flesh—warm, soft, inviting flesh.
She shifted, a sinuous feline wriggle of her hips that made the blanket ride higher, revealing another inch of thigh as she held out a hand to him.
He took it and she drew him to her until he lay curved over her, one foot braced on the floor, the other beside her. One hand on the arm rest above her head, the other beside her face, he lowered himself slowly, experiencing a fresh kick of lust as she gasped, her eyes flying wide.
‘That is how much I want you.’
The intimate pressure in the soft flesh of her belly, the smouldering intensity in his face sent a rush of scalding heat through her body. ‘I want you too.’ She did, with a desperation that bordered physical pain.
This was THE MOMENT, the one she had imagined half her life. The one she had begun to think might never arrive, or, worse, might arrive and she might not notice.
Her fears now seemed foolish; this was not something a person could miss.
She was unable to hide her need; her hunger shone in her eyes as she kept her steady gaze trained on his face. Holding his eyes with her own, she reached for the hem of the blanket, arching her body into his as she peeled the blanket from the sofa before lying back down.
Whenever she had imagined this moment Neve had thought she would feel self-conscious, but now it had arrived she felt anything but. The expression of driven need stamped on his dark features as his glance glided slowly down her body did not make her feel insecure, it made her feel gloriously self-assured and womanly.
‘ Bellezza mia , you are…’ Severo shook his head; words failing, he stared down at the slim body beneath him. ‘You are ravishing,’ he said, peeling her light top over her head before thickly reaching for the peak of one breast that strained against her bra.
‘I think you’re beautiful, the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.’
His laugh momentarily eased the tension that drew his strong patrician features taut.
‘But you probably already knew that—you seem to know what I’m thinking before I do.’
‘I know what you want before you do too, cara .’ His lean dark face was intent as he peeled back the lacy covering to reveal the smooth curve crowned by a sensitive straining rosy peak.
With a groan he lowered his head and pulled it into his mouth, unclipping the front catch as he did so.
The sensation of his mouth and hands on her, teasing her, stroking her, was indescribable. Grabbing his head, sinking her fingers into his silky black hair, she held him there against her breast.
She writhed beneath him, totally giving herself to the exquisite pleasure of his caresses.
Her hands slid under his robe. She felt him gasp and her hands moved slowly down the strong, powerful, muscled curve of his back. She stroked his skin, marvelling at the satiny texture, revelling at the
He gave a smile that made her heart flip, trailed a kiss with slow, sensuous deliberation down the curve of her graceful neck and promised, ‘I’m not going to let you go. Just hold on tight.’
Their eyes clashed luminous blue on hot black and she nodded, wanting him so badly that she couldn’t articulate the need that flowed through her and made her throat ache with emotion.
There were bands of dark colour etched along the angles of his razor-edged cheekbones as he picked her up and kicked the half-open door with his foot as he strode into the moonlit room beyond.
He pushed aside a pile of cushions, pointless furnishing at any time and right now a damned obstacle, and laid her down on a sofa.
Shining hair spread out around her face, the invitation shining in her luminous eyes, she took his breath away. He wanted her so much that the ache went bone deep, yet still he didn’t respond to that invitation. He sat there on the edge of the sofa anticipating but wanting to stretch this moment, glutting his senses on the visual feast.
She looked like every impossible fantasy he had ever had made flesh—warm, soft, inviting flesh.
She shifted, a sinuous feline wriggle of her hips that made the blanket ride higher, revealing another inch of thigh as she held out a hand to him.
He took it and she drew him to her until he lay curved over her, one foot braced on the floor, the other beside her. One hand on the arm rest above her head, the other beside her face, he lowered himself slowly, experiencing a fresh kick of lust as she gasped, her eyes flying wide.
‘That is how much I want you.’
The intimate pressure in the soft flesh of her belly, the smouldering intensity in his face sent a rush of scalding heat through her body. ‘I want you too.’ She did, with a desperation that bordered physical pain.
This was THE MOMENT, the one she had imagined half her life. The one she had begun to think might never arrive, or, worse, might arrive and she might not notice.
Her fears now seemed foolish; this was not something a person could miss.
She was unable to hide her need; her hunger shone in her eyes as she kept her steady gaze trained on his face. Holding his eyes with her own, she reached for the hem of the blanket, arching her body into his as she peeled the blanket from the sofa before lying back down.
Whenever she had imagined this moment Neve had thought she would feel self-conscious, but now it had arrived she felt anything but. The expression of driven need stamped on his dark features as his glance glided slowly down her body did not make her feel insecure, it made her feel gloriously self-assured and womanly.
‘ Bellezza mia , you are…’ Severo shook his head; words failing, he stared down at the slim body beneath him. ‘You are ravishing,’ he said, peeling her light top over her head before thickly reaching for the peak of one breast that strained against her bra.
‘I think you’re beautiful, the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.’
His laugh momentarily eased the tension that drew his strong patrician features taut.
‘But you probably already knew that—you seem to know what I’m thinking before I do.’
‘I know what you want before you do too, cara .’ His lean dark face was intent as he peeled back the lacy covering to reveal the smooth curve crowned by a sensitive straining rosy peak.
With a groan he lowered his head and pulled it into his mouth, unclipping the front catch as he did so.
The sensation of his mouth and hands on her, teasing her, stroking her, was indescribable. Grabbing his head, sinking her fingers into his silky black hair, she held him there against her breast.
She writhed beneath him, totally giving herself to the exquisite pleasure of his caresses.
Her hands slid under his robe. She felt him gasp and her hands moved slowly down the strong, powerful, muscled curve of his back. She stroked his skin, marvelling at the satiny texture, revelling at the
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