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Usually, I would curse the ground I walked on for entertaining the idea of someone thinking they were giving me a second chance or allowing someone to think they had me in a position to prove myself to them.
I knew that’s what Natalia was after. No connections, no strings attached, no behavior that naturally would put me on high alert to run in the other direction. No, this was her testing me, and I didn’t bend the knee to any woman when it came to sex. I never felt the need to prove myself to anyone. I already knew how good I was; more than that, I knew they were the fortunate ones to be in my arms and for me to pleasure them.
Something was different about Natalia Hoover, though. Everything about me seemed to crave this woman on some other level. Shit, could people have sexual soul mates? Was that even a thing? Who knew? I didn’t care. I was just driven to desire after being alone with her in my beach house, and I was taking advantage of her softening up for the first time.
Having her in my arms, I had to admit that I fucking craved this woman. Everything about her seduced my senses. The honey blond of her hair and the rich, floral, salty scent of her skin was even more intoxicating than I remembered, and my memories were impeccable.
The feeling of those velvet-soft lips against mine, moving in a rhythm that felt like we’d done this a thousand perfect times rather than just the one I’d fucked up.
I dragged my hand up the delicate column of her neck and threaded my fingers into the twist she’d tucked her long, soft honey hair into, fucking up the perfectly pinned-up locks.
She groaned as I gave her hair a sharp tug, pulling her head back so I could get better access to her mouth, which I opened with a few teasing maneuvers of my tongue. God, she was…
“You taste even better than I remember,” I said, my words muffled against the lips that opened to me with none of the hesitations I expected. “I have to wonder whether you still taste that good all over—”
“Did you even get around to that part last time?” she asked, sucking in a deep breath as I moved my lips down the silky skin of her neck. “I don’t remember if you did.”
I paused mid-kiss, pulling my lips back from her and raising my eyebrow. “Seriously?”
“I think after two Cosmos, all I was thinking about was riding your dick into the next century. It’s not like I was opposed to the idea of you tasting me.”
“Good,” I said, holding the stare of her clear, sapphire eyes as I backed her up to the dresser that sat flush against the glass wall of my room. I brought her hands up so that they framed her head and then threaded my fingers through hers as I dragged my mouth down her neck again. I allowed my mouth to linger over the perfect skin that I’d barely even allowed myself to fantasize about in memory, thinking it would be too painful to think about her in that way if I couldn’t have her again.
“Are you planning on keeping it rated PG all night?” she asked as my hands drifted down to her waist, playing over the delicate curves of her breasts and hips, relearning the body that had turned me on so much that night.
“You’re wearing too much,” I said as I slipped my finger under the strap of her bikini top, which she wore with a sexy skirt that’d tempted me from the moment I arrived at the barbeque.
“You’re probably the first person who’s ever said that when I’ve worn this bathing suit,” she said on a rich exhale, the breaths beginning to come harder and faster as my lips latched onto the warm swells of flesh, pausing now and then to luxuriate in the sun-touched flavor of her skin.
Something about her reminded me of the mesmerizing blossoms that covered all the lemon trees near my family estate in Northern Italy, where I’d spent my childhood.
Every fall, when I’d gotten sick of the shit that accumulated in the house, I’d run out to the orchard, where the trees would be covered in so many flowers that it looked like snow had come early. I would tuck myself under one of the trees and hide until my brother, Stephen, or my dad came to find me.
It was never my mom.
The soft warmth that clung to Nat’s skin—smelling of sunshine and white flowers and the warmth that came from Limoncello—reminded me of the freedom of those moments rather than the loneliness. These intoxicating sensations spurred me on in the desire to spend hours losing myself in the secret nooks and crannies of this woman’s body.
“Fuck,” I growled, feeling a hunger for more.
I slid my hands down to cup the full, perfect halves of her ass and lifted her in a quick, fluid motion, swallowing the shocked gasp that escaped from her in another kiss as I placed her on the long credenza that sat flush against the glass wall.
“Interesting that you’ve been taking your sweet time with this for about fifteen minutes, and I’m not any more naked than I was when we started.”
I backed away a little to look into her face and couldn’t help the laugh that came out at the sight of her expression; it was a mixture of arousal and annoyance that I’d never seen. It pulled me out of the trance I’d fallen into and back onto my game. Shit, I forgot how sexually challenging this woman could be.
“If you want to be naked, I can make you more naked, Gorgeous. I’m just trying to give you some idea of what you’ve been missing out on the past couple of years.”
“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted you.”
I could tell she hadn’t meant to say the words when she bit down hard on that perfect bottom lip; they’d slipped out of their own volition. Figuring the least I could do was ignore her embarrassment and the admission that she clearly hadn’t meant for my ears, I slipped my hands to her back and undid the clasp of her bikini top, peeling it off her and tossing it to the side without another word. I sucked in my breath at the sight of her perfect tits and how the round fullness would soon fill my large hands.
“Regardless,” I said, doing my best not to come just at the sight of them and feeling my cock straining uncomfortably against the silky fabric of my briefs, “now that I have you here, I’m finally going to make up for that damn phone interrupting me the last time.”
She groaned as I let my mouth draw a careful line down her center, never letting my lips leave her skin for more than a second as I made my way to a very specific goal. Then, without my prompting, she parted her legs, offering me access to that sweet center of hers that I’d been aiming for.
I removed her bikini bottom in one quick tug, tossing it aside to join her top on the floor and kneeling in front of her so I could drink in that rich scent of hers from where it was most concentrated.
Pressing a kiss to the soft skin of her inner thigh by her knee, I dragged my lips up the length of her leg so that they stopped just south of her perfectly groomed pussy, which had begun to glisten with obvious arousal. Moving my finger up to the cleft between her legs, I slid my finger up the damp slit there, feeling my heart start to race at the sound of her sharper gasp.
