“Kara, I could lose myself in you forever,” he sighed softly. “When I’m with you… when I touch you there’s this spark… I’ve never had that with anyone before.”
That was when Kara realized she was in terrible danger of falling in love with Angelo Vertucci. Because she knew what he meant. That potent sense of magic that electrified her each time she touched him was something she’d never felt with anyone else either. It felt…sacredsomehow.
“Angelo,” she said, unable to keep the fear out of her tone. He gave her a reassuring smile, as if he understood what had scared her.
“You are safe,” he said. “You aresafewith me.” Somehow she understood he wasn’t talking about the mob. He meant herheartwas safe. He would not take anything from her that she wasn’t willing to give… and that made her want to give himeverything.
She reached up, taking the hand he offered her. Angelo smiled as he helped sit upright. She moved to the edge of the bed and wrapped her legs around his lean hips, needing to feel close to him again, to be pressed skin to skin and feel the security of his warmth and his touch.
“Lose the towel, Vertucci,” she ordered. Her Italian god chuckled, delighted by her bossiness.
“Yes, goddess mine.” He let the towel fall. She lay her hands above the hard muscles of his ass. Angelo dug one hand into her hair, fisting the strands and leaned into kiss her. This time it was a deeper, ruthless seduction that still held a surprising amount of gentleness underneath. It made her burn for him harder, thatspark igniting an inferno inside her that carried his name and no one else’s.
His lips continued to savage hers as his hands unfastened her bra. Then his palms were cupping and shaping her breasts, kneading them as his fingers lightly tugged and pinched her nipples.
“Oh!” She let out a gasp and pressed her breasts into his eager palms. Now he was kissing her breasts. He licked one nipple before he sucked it between his lips. She moaned as a rush of fresh wetness escaped her.
“Angelo…please…” she begged as she feared she would embarrass herself soon with more begging. He only moved his mouth to her other breast.
“You want to ride my cock now?” he asked with a rough chuckle.
She could only moan in response to his question and drag her nails along his shoulders. His sudden use of the wordcockstruck her has oddly funny. For such a good man, she was beginning to suspect he had averynaughty side.
Angelo picked her up and turned so he was the one sitting on the bed. He scooted backward, pulling her along with him. Then he lay back flat on the bed with her on top of him.
“Take me, Kara, take me inside you,” he urged.
Now straddling his thighs, Kara raised her hips. Before she let herself get too embarrassed, she grasped his massive cock. She shifted, easing the hard length of him into her. God, it was tight. She’d forgotten how long it’d been since she been with a man. A year? He speared into her and she drew in a shaky breath.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his eyes softening with concern.
“Yeah… it’s just been a while... and you’re huge.” She rocked against him, resting her hands on his shoulders as she urged her body to ease up and down, letting him sink deeper inside her.
“Just tell me if it’s too much,” he reminded her. She shot him a look that made him laugh.
“I can handle a lot,” she promised. “And Ilikea lot.” She leaned down over him, careful not to rest against his wound as she feathered her lips over his gorgeous mouth. “So stop treating me like I’m fragile.” She then nibbled his bottom lip. “You’re the one who’s fragile right now,” she reminded gently.
Angelo lifted his head up so that his lips touched hers in a lingering, teasing kiss. Then he held her gaze, his eyes bright with lust and fire. “Then ride me, Kara.”
Such a simple command for such an intimate thing. She lifted her hips, then sat back a little, letting him penetrate her further.
Angelo groaned as he sank another few inches. “You burn me,tesoro mio.”
She was so wet and so desperate for him that she used her body and the gravity of it to sit down hard, thrusting him deep inside her. They moaned at the same time as she arched her back, her breasts bouncing with the movement.
Angelo seemed riveted by the sight. “That’s it. Use me, Kara.”
She did, but she remained upright, determined not to lean too hard over him and possibly strain his wound. She rocked on him, moving her hips in circles, taking him into her body at her own pace, working the angles that felt the best. She found her flow, that rhythm and motion that sent her head spinning higher and higher.
This climax hit hard, so much so that she screamed. She sucked in a desperate breath and collapsed onto his chest, panting. A second later, she realized she might have hurt him, and tried to sit up.
“Are you okay?”
He shook his head. “Hold on,” he warned with a rough chuckle.
Angelo wrapped his arms around her waist drove up into her over and over, the muted pleasure of her falling climax drawn out endlessly until at last he shouted her name. His body slowed, still moving in soft circling thrusts inside her. He kept gently entering her body, a growing heat started in her chest and expanded outward at that gentle intimacy he was creating. It was a heat of another kind entirely and it made no sense. She lay down and rested her cheek on his chest, feeling that warmth spread through her entire body.
When at last he stilled, his cock still deep inside her, he brushed her hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear with his fingertips. He lifted her chin with his fingertip so she looked up at him.
