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All that time and energy he had spent on seducing her she had blithely believed he was attempting to build something special between them.
All that time he had known he would never be able to love her. Not because he was incapable, as he so obviously believed, but because he was too much of a bloody coward even to try.
He had smashed through every one of her defences with the subtlety of a battering ram but was too scared to put his own defences on the line.
And to her that was unforgiveable.
Well, now it was her turn to use him. But she would not lower herself to using subterfuge. When they went their separate ways she would leave with her head held high.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
ROSA THREW OFF the sheet and swung her legs off the bed. ‘One last time,’ she said, padding towards him.
Nico continued to stare at her, immovable, his face unreadable. Except for his eyes. His eyes burned with swirling intensity.
When she reached him, she placed her hands palm-down on his chest, savouring the rapid thrum of his heartbeat.
His chest heaved. His Adam’s apple moved as he swallowed.
Looking down, she could see the outline of an erection straining against his shorts. A wave of power rushed through her.
Nico’s desire was for her.
She lightly traced his smooth skin, the tips of her fingers lacing through the silky black hair, moving on to make circular motions around the dusky nipples which were almost in line with her mouth. Without thinking, she pressed a kiss to one whilst gently pinching the other.
His breathing deepened but he remained still. As she tasted the saltiness of his skin the ache that had lain dormant all day, submerged under a tsunami of anger and grief, roared back to life.
Nico roared back to life too, capturing her cheeks in his hands and tilting her face upwards. ‘You are playing with fire,’ he said, his voice a thick groan.
She stared into those magnetic green eyes, which even without the benefit of her glasses were so clearly striking, and slid her hands up and over his shoulders, hooking them around his neck. ‘Maybe. But this time I have no intention of getting burned. Now, kiss me.’
Bringing her face close enough to catch the warmth of his breath, he crushed her lips in a kiss that demanded full possession. And full possession was what she gave in return. In the fraction of a second their tongues were duelling, her body flattened against his.
His hands slid away from her face, snaking round to the back of her scalp, where he raked his fingers through her hair before gathering it together.
He broke away and tugged her hair back, angling her chin up. ‘Are you sure you want this?’
In answer, she pulled out of his hold and took a step back. She yanked her T-shirt off and threw it on the floor. ‘Does this answer your question?’
Witnessing the desire in his eyes sent a powerful bolt of need running through her. She closed the gap between them, deliberately pressing her naked breasts against his bare torso, and squeezed his bottom.
He moved to kiss her again, but she stopped him with a hand to his chest, brushing his nipple with her mouth before covering his entire chest with her lips and tongue, moving lower down to his flat navel, and further still to his low-slung shorts.
When she had first met Nico she had refused to acknowledge the raw masculinity that emanated off him in waves. Somehow she had blanked it out, pretended it didn’t exist. Now, the testosterone that seemed to seep out of his pores merged with the feminine hormones he had conjured in her and she revelled in his virility, welcomed it as her due.
As his shorts were already unbuttoned, it was a simple matter of tugging the sides to make them drop to his ankles and release his erection, which stood to throbbing attention. Rosa had always considered the male member unsightly, but Nico’s was glorious: long and thick and satin-smooth to the touch.
His heavy breathing became ragged when she dropped to her knees and took him inside her mouth, gently cupping his balls as she pleasured him. Or was the pleasure all her own? With every groan that came from his throat, with every dig of his fingers into her scalp, her own need grew.
‘God, Rosa,’ he said hoarsely, pulling away, although he kept a hand gripped firmly in her hair. ‘You’re going to make me come.’
‘That is the point, isn’t it?’
He emitted what she assumed to be a laugh before pulling her up onto her feet and stepping out of his shorts. The laughter left his face. ‘I want to come in you.’
The moisture that had been bubbling gently at the apex of her thighs heated to an almost unbearable level. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pressed herself against him, holding on tightly for fear her legs would give way.
Somehow he shuffled them to the bed and laid her down, his mouth reclaiming hers in a fury of passion, arms and legs entwined. Only her lacy knickers provided any barrier to relief. Nico dealt with them the best way: by ripping them off and throwing the scraps to one side. Immediately his hand was there, his palm rubbing gently against her bud.
