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He nearly told her that he was, too, until he remembered that conversation wasn’t the reason he was here.
And that was when he kissed her, pulling her into his arms so that he could devour her lips with the hard pressure of his own. He heard her gasp. He very nearly gasped himself and he tightened his grip on her because suddenly this was a kiss like no other. Powerful. Electric. His body shuddered as she thrust her tongue into his mouth in a way which was almost primitive but also intensely erotic, as was the brush of her soft belly against him as she circled her hips. Lacing his fingers into her wet curls, he hauled her closer, kissing her for so long that eventually he felt her knees dip, as if she were about to slide to the ground. And that was when he dragged his lips away, hearing her muffled murmur of protest as he did so.
‘I want to touch you. To explore this delicious body of yours. Like this,’ he husked as he cupped one swollen breast in his palm, and she shivered convulsively. ‘Does that feel good?’
‘Yes,’ she breathed thickly.
He smiled as he peeled the sodden fabric away so that her breasts were bared and bent his lips to first one and then the other, tasting chlorine and salt as he grazed his teeth over each puckered nipple. She gasped again, her fingers curving possessively into his hair, and once again her hips moved in unspoken invitation. He felt the urgent jerk of his erection and the sudden, almost debilitating sense of lust which rushed through his body. Distractedly, he pulled his mouth away from her nipple. He wanted to do it to her here. Now. Maybe on one of those convenient loungers, or maybe in the pool itself with the cool water contrasting against their heated flesh and giving them a space-age feeling of weightlessness. But he didn’t have any protection with him and that was something which needed to be addressed, and if he went off to fetch something, mightn’t it shatter this incredibly erotic spell?
Placing his hands on her shoulders, he brushed his lips over hers. ‘I don’t think we’re being watched but you can never be too careful and I’d hate to think we were providing some voyeur with a floor show,’ he murmured. ‘So why don’t we go inside?’
Her lips trembled. ‘What about...your staff?’
‘The house is empty. I gave them the afternoon off.’
She looked as if she was about to ask why, and if she had—would he have told her that, on some subliminal level, maybe he had wanted the house empty in case of just this scenario? But she didn’t ask. Just hauled her swimsuit back in place to cover her breasts. ‘Okay,’ she said.
‘Let’s go,’ he said roughly, linking her wet fingers with his.
Lina could feel her stomach performing flip-flops as Salvatore led her back through the gardens towards the villa. She skirted a large, spiky cacti which lined the path. Now she was out of the water she could feel her skin growing dry, but the warmth of the afternoon sun was having no impact on the goose pimples icing her skin. Her throat tightened as she contemplated what she was about to do. Was she mad? Maybe. She was mad for him, that was for sure. He only had to look at her, let alone touch her, and she felt undone. He had tried to talk her out of doing this and maybe that should have been a warning, but in the end—did it really matter? He had been perfectly honest about the temporary nature of this liaison, yet strangely, she didn’t care. Wasn’t it better that way than if he’d lulled her with lies? If he’d promised to get in touch and then not bothered, wouldn’t that be even worse?
As he pushed open the door to the huge house and she followed him inside, Lina realised her conscience was clear. Because who could blame her for wanting this? Bound by a promise she’d made to her dying father, she had stayed with her mother for too long. She had lived a loveless existence for so many years, hidden away in her tiny village and feeling that life was passing her by. She’d never even felt sexual desire before, but now here was the opportunity to experience it for herself. She could find out what all the fuss was about. It wasn’t against the law, was it?
Salvatore had paused in the vaulted splendour of the panelled hall and his face was shadowed as he bent to brush his mouth over hers. ‘I’d love to give you a guided tour, but I don’t think I could give it my full attention at the moment,’ he said, the unevenness of his voice betraying an urgency he seemed to be fighting. He tilted her chin so that their eyes met. ‘So why don’t we just go upstairs? Unless you’ve changed your mind, of course?’
Lina shook her head. ‘No,’ she whispered shyly. ‘I haven’t changed my mind.’
A trace of something like darkness had crossed his features and for one awful moment Lina thought that he might be the one having second thoughts. But then his fingers tightened their grip on hers as they ascended a swooping staircase of unimaginable grandeur. Upstairs, a solid wooden door was opened by the impatient thrust of Salvatore’s foot to reveal an ancient room. But there was no time to admire the embroidered wall-hangings or the stunning views of the Sicilian countryside as the door swung shut behind them—because Salvatore was pulling her into his arms, undisguised hunger darkening his rugged features and setting up an answering clamour deep inside her. He was stroking damp curls away from her face and his eyes were blazing as he bent to claim her mouth, in a slow and drugging kiss.
And Lina’s world tilted, because it was like discovering the existence of a different dimension. She opened her mouth, her fingers kneading the silken flesh at his shoulders, and within seconds she was kissing him back with untutored fervour. For a moment he seemed content with her eagerness and inexperience, before he moved away from her, a touch of impatience darkening his voice.
‘Let’s get rid of this, shall we?’ he ground out, tugging the damp swimsuit over her body and the natural resistance of her undulating hips. ‘I want to see you naked.’
It was a masterful command and perhaps Lina should have felt shy as her costume slithered to the ground, since no man had ever seen her like this. But she didn’t. She felt strong and powerful as his gaze raked over her, because who wouldn’t feel good if a man was looking at you with that raw gleam of hunger in his eyes?
Gingerly, he removed his swim-shorts, uttering a low Sicilian curse she was surprised he knew, and Lina felt her cheeks burn as she registered the reason why such a simple manoeuvre had proved so difficult.
‘Are you blushing?’ he questioned teasingly as he walked towards her. ‘And why might that be, Signorina Vitale?’
Lina wondered what he’d say if she told him she’d never seen a naked man before, let alone one who was so obviously aroused. But if she did that then he would guess she was a virgin and she couldn’t risk that. Because she wanted this. She wanted this more than she’d ever wanted anything. She didn’t want Salvatore reeling back in horror when he realised how inexperienced she truly was. She didn’t want him doing the ‘right thing’—which she suspected he would—by snapping at her to get dressed and then sending her back to her village. She could just imagine the ride home on her little fifty cc bike, quivering with frustration and humiliation and feeling like a woman who’d been cheated just seconds away from discovering sexual pleasure for the first time in her life.
‘It was very hot out by the pool,’ she said truthfully.
‘And it’s going to get even hotter in a minute.’ He gave a low laugh of
pleasure. ‘Come here, bella.’
Without warning, he scooped his arm beneath her knees and carried her across the room before placing her beneath the embroidered canopy of the enormous bed. And with that fierce light shining from his blue eyes, Lina really did feel beautiful.
He began to stroke her, tracing erotic pathways over her naked skin—only he did it so slowly that it made her want to dissolve with pleasure. Lina swallowed. She was melting! She could feel the heat increasing and the inexorable building of fluttering excitement inside her. She writhed her hips impatiently but still he wasn’t making contact with the place where she most wanted to be touched.
‘Salvatore,’ she whispered, wanting something more without really knowing what it was.
‘Mmm?’ he murmured, his mouth grazing against her neck so that she could feel the warm fan of his breath, which echoed the rise and fall of his powerful chest. Slipping his hand between her thighs, he parted them before hovering one finger tantalisingly over the sensitive bud of her quivering heat. ‘Is this what you want?’
‘Yes.’ She closed her eyes tightly.
‘And this?’ he teased as he flicked her a touch.
