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Her breath caught in her throat and, lifting her head, she stared at him dizzily. His eyes met hers and she swallowed at the dark intensity of their focus.
‘Massimo. You can’t—’ She breathed out unsteadily.
But he could.
Soon his fingers had found the spot that made her squirm. Her heart was beating slow and hard, her thighs trembling, her breath coming in gasps. She shifted in her seat, desperate to ease the aching tightness in her pelvis, but his hand tightened, securing her. She wriggled helplessly, her whole body straining against his grip, but he kept stroking her with same deliberate, light touch.
‘Please!’ she gasped.
His eyes locked onto hers, and he loosened his grip. But only momentarily.
‘I’ll scream,’ she said hoarsely.
He smiled. ‘I know.’
And then he lowered his head, and her fingers splayed out across the arms of the chair as she felt his tongue start to circle her anklebone with merciless, measured precision. Rolling back in her seat, she let go, crying out softly as her body split apart and a bright, wild sweetness spread over her skin.
For a moment every thought was blotted out. From somewhere far away, or maybe nearby, she felt him reach forward and pull her towards him. Her hands twitching against the hard muscles of his stomach, she lay against him until finally her breathing returned to normal.
She’d had no idea that was even possible. Or that she would respond like that. Her face grew warm and, feeling slightly embarrassed by her lack of sexual sophistication, she shifted position.
And gasped.
He was hard—not just hard. The thickness of his erection pressing against her felt shockingly large. Looking up at him, eyes wide, she opened her mouth to speak but he stopped her, pressing his finger gently against her lips.
‘It’s fine,’ he said quietly, his eyes clear and steady. ‘I can wait. If it’s you, I can wait for ever.’
CHAPTER EIGHT
MASSIMO’S WORDS HAD been more poetic than truthful, Flora admitted later as she stared out to sea, watching the sun slowly sink below the horizon. Not that she was complaining. It had been just as much her idea as his to keep things simple between them.
No feelings. No future. Just sex.
Well, she had certainly got what she wanted.
Having made it to his suite of cabins, they had spent the rest of the afternoon in bed, where Massimo had touched and teased her to orgasm after orgasm until finally she had pleaded exhaustion.
She felt her face grow warm. It had been so fierce, so intense. And so good. A fluttering rush like the wings of a hummingbird ran over her skin and, stretching out on the bed, she stared down at herself appraisingly. Then, pressing her legs together, she smiled, relishing the ache between her thighs.
Being with Massimo was a revelation. She’d enjoyed sex before, but she’d never realised it was possible to feel so aroused. It was an education—the positions, his intuitive understanding of what she would like. But it was more than that. She felt different when she was with him.
Flora curled her knees up to her chest and hugged them tightly. Of course she felt different. Massimo lived in another world. Of limousines and chauffeurs. Of helicopters and homes on several different continents. He was friends with people who owned islands—actual islands. It wasn’t that his wealth mattered to her: it didn’t. But there was no point pretending that she was oblivious to it either.
She heard the door open and, turning, she sat up and started to laugh as Massimo came in wearing a pair of swim shorts covered in large luminous green dollar signs.
‘Are those yours? I’m not surprised you left them on the boat.’
He grinned at her. ‘Sadly, I didn’t. I thought we might want to use the pool later, so I sent Tommaso to go and buy us some swimwear.’ He frowned. ‘It was dollar signs or giant bananas. Apparently the selection was a little limited.’
She giggled. ‘Was it, though? Was it really?’
‘I suppose you’d have chosen the bananas?’
Still laughing, she met his eyes. ‘Only if they didn’t have any covered in very tiny chillies.’
He was still grinning. ‘It’s a pity you weren’t there to help him choose. A real pity...’ he said slowly.
She stared at him and then gave a yelp. ‘What did he get for me? Show me!’
