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‘Like what you see?’ A life spent on the beach and in the water had left Matteo with no inhibitions about his body, but he wanted to hear her say it.
‘Very much. I want what I see...’ Her fingers trailed down his chest and across his hips. Just in case there was any doubt about exactly which part of him she wanted most, she bent, staking her claim with a kiss.
Blind sensation tore a groan from Matteo’s lips. Before she had a chance to do any more, and rip the last vestiges of control away from him, he sat up, pulling her tight against his chest.
‘Oh!’ Gleeful surprise was written all over her face. It was time for him to stake his claim. He moved his hand to the back of her dress, pulling the zip down.
‘Take it off. Then close your eyes.’
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
HE WAS A master of the unexpected. His caress moved across her body until she shivered, leaving her in self-imposed darkness for a moment, before his hands claimed another inch of flesh somewhere else.
Matteo whispered words she didn’t understand, but which sounded impossibly sensual, then proved that it was his lips, his voice that made them so erotic, by translating them into English. He wanted to possess her. He wanted to hear her scream his name, but not yet. Only when she had no choice but to do so.
He laid her down, settling his body over hers. She could feel him. Smell him. Taste his kisses. He moved away for a moment, and then she felt him put something into her hand. Her fingers closed around the foil-packeted condom, and she shivered. While she still held it, there was still more of his exquisite foreplay to come.
She felt his hand slide between her legs, his fingers searching for the most sensitive spots. He made her cry out, and then slid one finger gently inside. Rose felt her muscles close around it, her body arching not just with the pleasure of feeling him inside her but with the heady anticipation of more.
‘Open your eyes.’
She couldn’t. These feelings were too overwhelming. She didn’t trust herself to look at him.
Slowly, he withdrew his finger. ‘Open them...’
‘Matteo... Please...’
He used two fingers this time, slipping them slowly inside her, mimicking his next move. She could feel his heart beat against hers, and suddenly she had to see his face. As she opened her eyes, she felt a tear trickle down her cheek.
His lazy smile was intensified now by the fire in his eyes. They were both ready, their bodies achingly taut, every touch a sensation every breath a gasp for more.
‘Matteo... Here...’ She tried to press the condom into his hand but he shook his head, silencing her with a kiss.
‘Shh... We haven’t even begun yet.’
* * *
It was like an erotic game of tag, the upper hand passing back and forth between them. The delicious friction of their bodies made her come, choking out his name and making Matteo’s head spin with pleasure. He’d held her close, every screaming nerve in his body begging that this wouldn’t be the end of it, and then felt her move against him.
Her hair, dried by the sun, swirled around her face in a wild mass and her eyes blazed with blue fire. She was more beautiful that he’d ever seen her. Suddenly the game ended and she gasped as he took the condom from her hand. No more him, and no more her.
As he embraced her, he felt her legs curl around his back. Moving together, the last vestiges of any control were lost to the inevitable, unstoppable build of passion.
‘Rose... Rose...’ Suddenly he felt her muscles tighten around him, wave after wave of motion that seemed to crash through the rest of her body. She squeezed her eyes shut and then opened them again, and in that moment he was lost. The last thing he knew, before his own release claimed him, was that
his name was on her lips.
* * *
Her body felt as if she’d been still for too long and now she moved, stretching her cramped muscles until they’d eased. They’d lain for a long time together, the ceiling fan above the bed moving the warm air across her skin like a caress. Rose couldn’t remember when he’d switched it on, or whether it had been on all the time. All she could think about was the thousand ways in which Matteo had touched her.
She tapped his shoulder and received a lazy smile, his eyes still half closed. ‘I don’t suppose...’ Even the thought of food was making her stomach rumble. ‘You haven’t got any leftovers in the fridge, have you?’
‘You are the most perfect woman.’ He lifted her fingers to his lips.
‘What...?’ What had she done now?
‘You make love and then your mind turns to food.’ He grinned, levering himself upright. ‘Stay there...’
