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‘There’s lots of wood in the basket.’ There was a tremor in her voice and she didn’t even try to tear her eyes away from Marco’s exquisite physique as he prodded the logs, making the fire hiss and spark. ‘There should be enough to last all evening.’
She watched him replacing the poker in the wrought iron stand, mesmerised by the sight of his muscles rippling beneath his bronzed skin as he moved. Her fingers itched to touch him but, as he stood up, she fled across the room to an armchair, never taking her eyes off his magnificent form.
He picked up his glass of wine. Then he sat down on the sofa and turned his gaze on to her.
As their eyes met, a bolt of electricity zinged between them. He’d seen the way she was looking at him, knew exactly what she was thinking
He turned the tables on her, letting his eyes draw a trail from the tips of her toes all the way up her body.
She shivered and drew her legs on to the chair, curling up as if it would protect her from his sexual gaze. But the truth was she didn’t want protection. She wanted Marco to make love to her. She was here with him now, and for just one night she could shut out the rest of the world.
Marco looked at Claudia’s long lean legs folded beneath her and felt his heart start to thud with desire. He thought about those supple limbs wrapped tight around his hips, urging him on as he thrust powerfully into her willing body, and suddenly he was as hard as iron.
A blast of anger ripped through him and he cursed himself for wanting her so badly.
He looked at her, curled seductively in the chair, watching him provocatively from beneath a curtain of long hair. The expression on her face told him that she was hot for him.
She lifted her chin slightly as a spark of awareness passed between them. Then she pushed her hair back over her shoulder and his eyes were drawn to the alluring lift of her breasts beneath her sweater.
‘That top suits you,’ he said, looking at the outline of her nipples beneath the soft material.
‘Really? It’s old and kind of shapeless—I think it’s been washed too many times,’ she said. She dropped her gaze and ran her hand over the sleeve, but he’d caught sight of a glimmer of pleasure in her eyes.
However, the sweater covered up far too much of her body for the way he was currently feeling. The open neck fell quite low on her slender form, showing the full length of her elegant neck and revealing part of her collar-bone. Suddenly it seemed like the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
The beguiling way the exquisite shape of the bone disappeared under the wool drew his gaze like a magnet.
‘You have a beautiful neck,’ he said. ‘And your collar-bone is divine.’
She turned to look at him, surprise flaring in her eyes and a pretty flush returning to her cheeks. But he knew she was pleased by his compliments.
‘Let me see,’ he said, demonstrating with a gesture how he wanted her to pull the sweater aside.
Her hand moved as if by instinct to mirror his, but she paused, her fingers resting against the base of her throat, and looked at him.
He met her gaze with his own, wondering if she was going to behave coyly. But then she tipped her head to one side and pulled the neckline of the sweater lower, revealing her finely structured collar-bone.
‘It’s delectable,’ he murmured, hearing his own voice drop an octave as another surge of desire rushed through him. ‘I want to run my tongue along it, then taste the hollow at the base of your throat and feel your pulse beating.’
He stood up and walked towards her, his heart pumping powerfully as he saw her throat move when she swallowed nervously. He took her hands with his and pulled her slowly to her feet.
Then, before she had chance to protest, he led her back across the room and pulled her down so that she was sitting astride him on the sofa. He was ready to make love to her—his desire burning through him like molten lava. It was all he could do to contain his rising sexual need—but he was going to take things slowly.
Another flash of surprise showed on her face as she found herself straddling him, but he slipped his arms around her quickly and leant forward to press his open mouth against her neck.
An uneven sigh escaped her and Marco knew that he had rediscovered one of her sensitive areas. She had always loved it when he’d nuzzled and kissed her neck.
He enjoyed it too—she was so responsive to him that he gained as much pleasure as he knew he was giving.
Her hands were gripping his shoulders and he felt her fingers tighten reflexively as he dipped his head lower and traced her collar-bone with his tongue. The skin was smooth and warm beneath his mouth and the small sounds of delight she was making stirred his senses even more.
He let his hands slip under the hem of the sweater and slowly slide up to cup her breasts.
A deep moan of appreciation escaped her and Marco closed his eyes for a second, lost in his own moment of satisfaction. It was too long since he’d felt the glorious weight of her breasts in his palms, too long since he’d massaged their softness with his hands.
He reached behind her to unhook her bra, then his hands moved back to her breasts. He lifted them slightly, adjusting the position of his hold so that he could close the forefinger and thumb of each hand around her nipples. He rolled them gently and felt a shot of sexual excitement power through him.
‘Oh!’ He heard the involuntary quaver of arousal resonate through Claudia’s voice and an answering shudder of pure arousal shook him.
