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‘I want to see you,’ he groaned.
But he couldn’t and she was pleased because here in the darkness she was free. His hands were warm, his mouth hot as he licked his way up the inside of her thigh. Her legs splayed and he took control, pushing them wider to make room for him between them. He kissed her core, holding her in the most carnally explicit position she’d ever been in in her life. She couldn’t control the sobs of pleasure as his tongue caressed her, teasing her most sensitive nub with swirls and licks until she shivered uncontrollably. She was so close.
‘Please,’ she begged him. ‘I want you.’
He broke free to brace above her, his body pressing against hers in agonising temptation. ‘You had to do this now? When we have nothing here? No bed? No protection?’ He swore furiously and at length. ‘You madden me.’
‘We can just...’ She drew in a shuddering breath and writhed under him. She was so close. ‘I want to touch you.’
He paused and it gave her enough time to reach up, feeling for the buttons of his shirt. She undid them, sliding her hand beneath the cotton to feel the damp, silken heat of his skin. She tracked her hand through the light dusting of coarse hair and briefly wished she could see him. He shrugged off the shirt completely and she lifted higher, so her tongue could follow the path of her fingertips. His skin was warm and a little salty and she wanted to taste more too.
But he slid his hand between them. She moaned as he parted her, exploring. He swore again. She trembled as he stroked her, drawing her tension out, making it impossible to bear. Because it wasn’t enough. His fingers, his tongue weren’t enough. She wanted all of him.
‘I can’t take it any more,’ she muttered brokenly. ‘Please.’
‘Please what?’
In the darkness, in the warmth, in the delirium only he seemed to be able to stir, it was safe to speak. Safe to say exactly what she wanted from him.
‘Take me,’ she whispered in absolute hedonistic abandonment. ‘Take me hard.’
‘Oh, hell, Catriona!’ he ground out, frantically moving against her. ‘I can’t resist feeling you—I’ll ensure—’
She heard the slide of his zip and melted. ‘Yes. Oh, yes.’
‘I’m clean... I’ve never had sex without protection in all my life.’
She was so eager she didn’t care. ‘Just do it,’ she begged. ‘I want to feel you.’ Inside. Here. Now.
‘Just for a moment.’ He flexed his powerful body, controlled and slow, but she felt his muscles shaking.
‘Yes.’ Just this once.
She thought she was going to die if she didn’t experience it all with him.
He paused. Then thrust. Hard.
‘Alejandro.’
One word shot from his mouth in reply—crude and very much to the point. But she was too far gone, her body rigid and locked on his. She gasped harshly, clutching him closer, her legs parting that bit wider, wanting him closer, closer still, even as he filled her so completely.
‘I cannot stop,’ he rasped hoarsely. ‘I can’t...’
‘Yes,’ she cried, trembling and twisting beneath and about him as her orgasm ravaged her body. So, so ecstatic.
Suddenly he moved—hard, rough. Pulling back, only to thrust hard again. His hands tightened, holding her in place so he could drive deeper into her, pumping faster and faster.
‘Oh, yes,’ she gasped, her breath knocked from her. She rocked, meeting every fierce thrust, pushing their pace faster still, her hands greedy on him. It was carnal and hot and wet, and he was big and bossy and she was going to orgasm all over again. ‘Oh, yes.’
She didn’t want him to stop. Not ever. Undone at last, they pounded together, frenetic and free. She was hurtling towards another orgasm, her last barely over. Her mouth parted as cries of delight tore from her. It was so good. So good. But at that ultimate moment he suddenly pulled out of her. She arched high but it was too late. He was gone.
His seed spurted over her stomach in hot, pulsing bursts as he braced above her, his agonised groan ripped from deep within.
She moaned too, a sound of torn satisfaction, of frustration. She’d wanted to ride through that tornado of bliss with him this time, but he’d wrenched out of her embrace.
‘It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.’ He groaned again and cursed softly. She felt the absence as he lifted right away from her.
She lay still, shocked by how rapidly their passion had escalated into something so out of control. So reckless. So breathtakingly sensational.
‘Like how?’ Gingerly, she eased up into a sitting position, licking her dried lips as she felt the literal distance between them growing.
‘Over so quick. Too quick.’
And it was over. She didn’t trust her voice to answer. Her emotions were all over the place and she didn’t want to sound tearful. It had been the most sublime experience of her life but all that exquisite joy she’d felt had been snatched away. Suddenly she felt vulnerable. It had happened. They’d had sex. He’d got what he wanted from her. And now it was over.
‘Damn it, what time is it?’ he muttered roughly. ‘We need to get out of here.’
Kitty didn’t want to get out of here. She wanted to curl in a ball and stay hidden for ever. She didn’t want to look him in the face again. He’d made her feel things no one else ever had. Never had she enjoyed sex like that before. But it meant so little to him—how could it mean so little?
She realised there was suddenly a small light illuminating his face—in that slight glow he looked serious and distant.
Her body chilled as she realised what he was doing. He was tapping the fancy watch on his wrist. He was sending a damn message? Eventually he glanced in her direction and now there was a small smile on his face, as if he was pleased with himself.
Oh, she’d just bet he was.
‘Did you just use your smart watch to send an email to get us out of here?’ She glared at him even as the light went out and she knew he couldn’t get the benefit of the full death stare she had on him. ‘Only now?’
‘Only now, because I just remembered that I had it,’ he replied calmly. ‘Until now, I was somewhat distracted.’
‘But you could have sent a message sooner. Before...’ She trailed off then cleared her throat determinedly. ‘You could have sent a message when we were first stuck in here. But you didn’t.’
‘Catriona.’
She didn’t answer him. She was too busy whipping herself into a fury.
‘Catriona.’
Eventually he sighed and she heard his low laugh but she was not finding anything funny right now. She felt around on the floor for her clothes, not bothering with her bra or undies. She tried wriggling awkwardly into her jeans but they were all twisted and she couldn’t figure them out in the stupid dark and she hated knowing that he could hear her struggling and was probably laughing inside at her expense. In the end she shoved on her tee and hoped it was the right way round, and who gave a damn about her shoes anyway.
‘Alejandro?’ a voice called.
Of course Paolo would arrive in less than ten freaking minutes.
‘In here!’ Alejandro banged on the door. ‘The mechanism is down to your right.’
Alejandro had stood but Kitty remained curled on the floor as far in the corner as she could fit.
Light streamed in.
‘Thank you,’ he said to Paolo, who’d unlocked the door but hadn’t stepped in. ‘Please leave us now. Immediately.’
Alejandro moved out
of the room, leaving the narrow doorway open. He didn’t look back at her, but Kitty could see him—still clad in his suit trousers and shoes. But his shirt was off. He was tall and muscular and just that bare back on show made her shiver. She was glad when he disappeared from view, leaving the entranceway empty. But she heard him talking in a low tone, and his brief, infuriating laugh.
Then nothing.
‘He’s gone,’ Alejandro called eventually when she didn’t appear, his amusement still evident in his voice. ‘You’re safe to come out.’
The last thing she was, was safe.
But she stood, clutching the rest of her clothes protectively in front of her as she strode out, determined to pack her bags and leave the house this instant. Damn the diamonds, she’d get the lawyer onto it, as she should have right in the beginning.
She stomped past where Alejandro stood in the hallway, heading straight for the stairs. She didn’t even glance at him.
‘Catriona.’
She ignored that dangerous edge in Alejandro’s voice.
‘Catriona.’
‘I’m not talking to you.’ She turned to face him, tried to ignore how devastatingly gorgeous he looked in just those low-slung, unbelted trousers and no damn shirt on. ‘You took advantage of that situation. You manipulated it.’
‘How did I do that, exactly?’ he asked. ‘I wasn’t the one pleading. Stop acting like a teenager and creating drama where there is none. You wanted me. I wanted you. We still want each other. What does it matter when I sent the stupid message?’
Because she wouldn’t have succumbed to him then and there. She could have held out. Because they hadn’t needed to sit there in the darkness together and experience that sense of intimacy build. But it hadn’t been real. Not to him.
‘It doesn’t make any difference, Catriona,’ he said. ‘Our having sex was as inevitable as the sun rising and you know it as well as I.’ He ran his hand through his hair, leaving tufts upright and even more gorgeous. ‘Don’t try to tell me you regret it.’
Only now could she see those muscles and that delicious olive skin of his and appreciate him truly. He was like a god. And only now did she realise what he was holding in his hand.
