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“You said last night that I spent twelve months pushing you away. And you were right.” He leaned forward and kissed her cheek. Jane froze. “I should have handled our marriage differently. In the circumstances, I do not blame you for leaving me.”
Jane’s heart turned over in her chest, as her blue eyes linked with his warily. “You don’t?”
“No, cara. I blame myself for it all. For everything. You were little more than a child, with no experience, and I was hardly considerate of your youth and naivety.”
“I didn’t want a babysitter, Carlo. I wanted a husband.”
“You wanted a family. You wanted love and security and instead you ended up alone and insecure, in a foreign country.”
He had so perfectly summed up her feelings that she could only nod heavily.
“I cannot change the past.” He reached up and ran a finger across her cheek, until he touched the corner of her lips. “If I could, I would step back in time and punch myself for how I treated you.”
Jane gasped and Carlo took advantage of her parted lips, to slide his finger inside her warm, moist mouth.
Jane moaned as she clamped her lips down and sucked on it gently. He had taught her what her body was capable of, and also how to please him. She had kissed him all over, and revelled in the power she had to drive him to complete oblivion. As she moved her mouth over his finger, both were reminded of the way she had pleasured him more intimately.
Carlo’s erection strained against his jeans, as his ex-wife fluttered her eyes shut and kneeled up, keeping her mouth around his finger. She moved herself closer to his body, until she straddled him where he sat.
“Cara,” his voice was hoarse, desire making any kind of thought almost impossible. “You must stop.”
Jane’s eyes flew open, and her lips curved into a seductive smile. “Must I?”
He nodded, but his arousal was disagreeing with him violently. He ran the finger she’d teased with her mouth between her breasts, and then lower still, to the hem of her nightgown. He lifted it, and while her legs were spread across his lap, he slid his still-moist finger inside of her. Her face immediately reacted, as pleasure spiralled through her body. He moved his finger, as he wished to move himself, until her cheeks were pink and her eyes were glazed. Then, he removed himself and eased her backwards on the bed.
He wanted her, but more than that, he wanted her to understand. Everything. He kissed her hard on the mouth, then dragged his mouth to her most intimate heart. He kissed her core, moving his tongue against her until her cries became a string of desperation. She slammed her palms against the mattress as her body convulsed with pleasure, and Carlo lifted his head, his expression impossible to interpret. Not that she could even look at him. Her eyes were filled with explosive stars; her insides were melting as though warmed wax had been tipped into her soul.
“This has always worked between us,” he said quietly. “It always will, I think.”
Jane was not capable of speaking, yet. She lifted her hands and covered her face. How could he make her body respond so desperately? So wantonly? What was going on with her?
“Do not hide from me, Jane.” When she didn’t react, he reached up and peeled her fingers off her eyes. “There is nothing shameful about the way we make each other feel.”
“I’m not ashamed,” she responded. “I just don’t get it. Why you?”
“Why me, what?”
She breathed out a breath of pent up feeling. “None of the other men I’ve known have made me feel like… this.”
Something in Carlo went very, very still. He pushed up, higher along her body, and held himself so that their eyes were level. “The other men you’ve known? Is that a euphemism for ‘had sex with’?”
Jane’s cheeks flushed prettily. At least, Carlo might have found it pretty if he weren’t falling into some kind of catatonically jealous state of rage. “Oh.” Jane bit down on her lip nervously. “I just mean that you’re the only man that seems to make rational thought impossible.”
Carlo wished she could backtrack the admission, but the words had lodged deep within his soul. “You left me three years ago.” It killed him to speak the words, but he knew he had to. “You had every right to be with other men.”
Jane’s blush deepened. “I don’t want to talk about it with you. Not right now.”
“I’m afraid I’m going to insist on an answer.”
“Insist?” She wriggled beneath him, but he kept his weight pressed down on her slender frame. “How are you going to do that?”
His smile had a sinister edge. “I could keep you as my prisoner.” He was only half joking.
Jane shivered. “Why does it matter?”
Because you’re mine.
“Why do you want to keep it a secret?”
