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‘I would love to sleep here,’ she said.
She wanted to know what it was like to sleep in Rafe’s own bed, and to know a little more of his life.
‘Then do.’
‘I have to be back for work,’ she reminded him as he removed the other boot. ‘I have a shift in the Oratory.’
But she forgot about work after that, liking how deftly he undressed her, lifting her bottom as he removed her stockings, and her panties too, and then pushed her shoulders down so she toppled back onto the mattress.
She lifted up onto her elbows and watched as he parted her legs and exposed her. And then examined her with desirous eyes. She should be shy, Antonietta thought. Yet she was not.
There was no kiss, no preamble. And her legs were pliant, rather than resisting, as Rafe placed them over his wide shoulders.
‘Ihaveto taste you,’ Rafe said.
‘Then do.’
He had been right to bring her here. Rafe knew it then. She deserved better than exposed temple grounds, and she did not need the ghosts of his past on the yacht, nor another nameless hotel, Rafe thought as he parted legs that were still cold from their day out.
She was warmtherethough.
He looked at her glistening folds and all he could do was taste...
Antonietta did not know, had not even imagined, that a mouth could deliver such bliss. His unshaven jaw was rough, and though his tongue was soft it made her feel exquisitely tender. There was no desire to pull away. He tasted her slowly and leisurely as her heart seemed to beat in her throat. He explored her more thoroughly, just a little roughly, and her thighs trembled as he tasted her deeply, dizzied her with light suction, then with decadent flicks with his tongue.
And never—not once—did she ask him to stop.
He was probing, and thorough and she found that she was panting, desperate—but for what she didn’t quite know. Her hands went up and grasped at the bedcover, but it kept slipping away, like her own control.
‘Rafe!’ she pleaded—except she didn’t know for what she was pleading.
She was back in the Blue Grotto on the crystalline waters. She was floating again, yet held by his mouth. She could hear her own voice calling his name as her fingers knotted in his thick hair.
He moaned into her, and his mouth was more insistent now. He was kneeling up and pulling her deeper into him. There was nowhere to go and nowhere to hide from the bliss he delivered. Every nerve in her body seemed arrowed to her centre, every beat of her heart felt aimed at her sex—until she sobbed and shattered and pulsed to his skilled mouth.
And he tasted her all through it. Even as her orgasm was fading he tenderly caressed those last flickers from her and then knelt back.
His swallow was the most intimate sound she had ever heard.
Antonietta dressed for dinner in the silver-grey dress she had bought earlier that day, then sat at the large dressing table and got ready. Her hair fell into perfect shape as she ran a silver comb through it and Aurora’s red lipstick was worn again.
Rafe had never known a woman to take so little time to get dressed for dinner and to look so breathtaking when she did. But it was not the dress, nor the hair that had transformed her. It was the sparkle in her eyes, Rafe realised, and he felt proud that he had brought joy to her.
‘You look amazing,’ he told her.
‘Thank you.’ She smiled and then added, ‘Youalwaysdo.’
And never more so than now. Rafe had shaved, his raven hair was brushed back, and he had changed into a deep navy suit.
She understood better the merits of dressing for dinner, for she felt a certain thrill that he had dressed so smartly, so immaculately, even though they were not to be seen, for they were not going out. Rafe had shaved and dressed with care only forher.
He took her up to a moonlit terrace, looking out to the Faraglioni rock formations. They sat at a beautifully dressed table, under burners that kept them as warm as a real fire.
‘I can’t believe I’m here,’ Antonietta said.
‘I can,’ Rafe said.
It felt right.
