single kiss? Her mind was in turmoil, her thoughts scattered and disjointed, spider webbing in a million different directions until there was nothing left but raw emotion.
Abruptly, the kiss ended. Jenesa stared up at him, bewildered by everything that was happening…and everything she wanted to happen. Incapable of speech, she watched Raffaele’s dark eyes move languorously over her face as if he was memorizing every detail. His hand made a slow, seductive sweep along her bare thigh to her belly where he stopped to splay his fingers. Jenesa instantly tensed, once again conscious that she wasn’t built like the stylishly slender women she imagined he was used to being with.
“I’m…sorry,” she whispered, reality slamming into her with brutal force.
“For what?”
“For putting you in this position.”
Raffaele’s lip quirked. “ I believe it was a joint effort, cara . And I assure you, I am very pleased with my… position at the moment.”
“You know what I mean. If I hadn’ t shown up tonight…”
“I would not be here with you now …doing this?” Raffaele cupped her breast in his palm, slowly raking his thumb back and forth across the peak.
A different kind of tension begin to coil deep inside her; the same heaviness in the depths of her abdomen that she’d felt in the gardens when he kissed her. She wanted to give into it, to cast her insecurities and doubts aside and savor the sexual pleasures he was offering.
“Please…you don’t have to do this.” Jenesa tried not to let her disappointment show when his hand went still, but how could she let him continue? She’d almost convinced herself that Raffaele’s reasons for taking her to bed weren’t important, that she was capable of using him in the same manner because she wanted him so badly. In the end, she will have gained nothing except the loss of her virginity and a bucket of shame.
Luca would have described Jillian as elegant and graceful; the type of woman who lured him with the sensuality of a siren and had pleased him in ways Jenesa could never hope to fulfill a man. If Raffaele hadn’t discovered by now that she was a fraud based on the fact she wasn’t the exceptional beauty her sister was, it wouldn’t take him two minutes to figure it out once he started to make love to her.
What in the world had made her believe she could ever pull this off? She didn’t possess Jillian’s sleek body or her innate sexuality and had already disappointed him on that level. She didn’t even have the experience that Raffaele was expecting, which only added to the certainty he would be bitterly dissatisfied when it was over.
“What do you mean, I don’t have to do this?” Raffaele demanded.
“I …I just meant that I understand why you wanted to get me away from the party and why you felt it was necessary to employ seduction as a means of accomplishing that.” Thank God, her voice hadn’t faltered. She’d sounded calm and reasonable, objectively detached even, which helped fuel Jenesa’s resolve to call the whole thing off. “I don’t think either of us will enjoy this when you’re doing it out of obligation.”
Raffaele’s eyebrows shot up. “ Obligation? Let me explain something to you, carissima. Only women are capable of offering sex out of obligation ; it does not work that way for men. There has to be sexual attraction, desire. If a woman has little or no desire for a man, she may not enjoy having sex with him, but it does not mean she can’t perform. For a man, desire is imperative.” Raffaele held her eyes with his dark gaze while he took Jenesa’s hand and guided it to his rigid erection. “Tell me, bella donna ,” he said in a seductively deep voice, “does this feel like obligation…or desire?”
Jenesa’s heart was racing as she tentatively curled her fingers around him. His skin was smooth and softer than the finest satin, in total
Abruptly, the kiss ended. Jenesa stared up at him, bewildered by everything that was happening…and everything she wanted to happen. Incapable of speech, she watched Raffaele’s dark eyes move languorously over her face as if he was memorizing every detail. His hand made a slow, seductive sweep along her bare thigh to her belly where he stopped to splay his fingers. Jenesa instantly tensed, once again conscious that she wasn’t built like the stylishly slender women she imagined he was used to being with.
“I’m…sorry,” she whispered, reality slamming into her with brutal force.
“For what?”
“For putting you in this position.”
Raffaele’s lip quirked. “ I believe it was a joint effort, cara . And I assure you, I am very pleased with my… position at the moment.”
“You know what I mean. If I hadn’ t shown up tonight…”
“I would not be here with you now …doing this?” Raffaele cupped her breast in his palm, slowly raking his thumb back and forth across the peak.
A different kind of tension begin to coil deep inside her; the same heaviness in the depths of her abdomen that she’d felt in the gardens when he kissed her. She wanted to give into it, to cast her insecurities and doubts aside and savor the sexual pleasures he was offering.
“Please…you don’t have to do this.” Jenesa tried not to let her disappointment show when his hand went still, but how could she let him continue? She’d almost convinced herself that Raffaele’s reasons for taking her to bed weren’t important, that she was capable of using him in the same manner because she wanted him so badly. In the end, she will have gained nothing except the loss of her virginity and a bucket of shame.
Luca would have described Jillian as elegant and graceful; the type of woman who lured him with the sensuality of a siren and had pleased him in ways Jenesa could never hope to fulfill a man. If Raffaele hadn’t discovered by now that she was a fraud based on the fact she wasn’t the exceptional beauty her sister was, it wouldn’t take him two minutes to figure it out once he started to make love to her.
What in the world had made her believe she could ever pull this off? She didn’t possess Jillian’s sleek body or her innate sexuality and had already disappointed him on that level. She didn’t even have the experience that Raffaele was expecting, which only added to the certainty he would be bitterly dissatisfied when it was over.
“What do you mean, I don’t have to do this?” Raffaele demanded.
“I …I just meant that I understand why you wanted to get me away from the party and why you felt it was necessary to employ seduction as a means of accomplishing that.” Thank God, her voice hadn’t faltered. She’d sounded calm and reasonable, objectively detached even, which helped fuel Jenesa’s resolve to call the whole thing off. “I don’t think either of us will enjoy this when you’re doing it out of obligation.”
Raffaele’s eyebrows shot up. “ Obligation? Let me explain something to you, carissima. Only women are capable of offering sex out of obligation ; it does not work that way for men. There has to be sexual attraction, desire. If a woman has little or no desire for a man, she may not enjoy having sex with him, but it does not mean she can’t perform. For a man, desire is imperative.” Raffaele held her eyes with his dark gaze while he took Jenesa’s hand and guided it to his rigid erection. “Tell me, bella donna ,” he said in a seductively deep voice, “does this feel like obligation…or desire?”
Jenesa’s heart was racing as she tentatively curled her fingers around him. His skin was smooth and softer than the finest satin, in total
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