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‘Antonietta.’ He caught her oiled hand but it slipped from his grasp, so he caught her more firmly and turned her around to face him. ‘Don’t leave.’
‘I don’t feel very welcome all of a sudden.’
‘You arealwayswelcome.’
He took her hand and placed it back on his shoulder. The contact was her undoing, for she had craved this moment for so much longer than today.
His bruises had all but gone, though there were still two dark lines where the rotator cuff had sheared, and now, when he winced at her touch, it was not in recoil more in targeted relief.
‘Did I hurt you that night on the dance floor?’ Antonietta asked, and she watched his arrogant mouth edge into a smile.
‘A bit,’ he said. ‘And then you dug your nails into me when we were in bed...’
‘I don’t have long nails,’ Antonietta said, and she pressed her fingers in, exactly where it would hurt.
He sucked in his breath and then exhaled as the muscle was released. ‘They felt like long nails,’ Rafe said.
He was already hardening, and turned on, and his resolution to avoid break-up sex was fading.
‘What pain we both felt that night,’ Antonietta said. ‘When you took me I thought I might die.’
And as she took him back to that moment Rafe knew that he, the practised seducer, was being seduced by the shy maid with the sad eyes. It was he who had brought this side out in her, Rafe lamented, and he felt a snap of possessiveness at the thought of her out in the world without him. It was a coil in his gut that was unfamiliar as her fingers dug and pressed and kneaded.
She traced a finger around his flat mahogany nipples and then nipped him there with her teeth.
‘Antonietta...’
She lifted her head and looked right at him. There was no trace of sadness, and nor was she shy, but he could not bring himself to do what he must and end it.
And so he ripped open the poppers of her white therapist’s uniform and scooped her breasts from their flimsy bra. He took some of the oil and warmed it in his palm before playing with them, at first gently, then increasingly roughly.
His towel was gone, and he pushed her dress down over her arms and down past her hips. She stepped out of her knickers along with the rest of her clothes.
Once they were naked, Rafe pulled them both down to the floor and lifted her hips. It was her hand that guided him as he slipped into her tight space. And they were panting and hot on this cool December night, as he held her hips so he could fill her with his thick length.
Antonietta was up on her knees, holding onto his oiled and slippery shoulders, watching the delicious sight of him sliding in and out of her. Her hair was on his face, and as he brushed it back their mouths met in frenzied, swollen kisses.
They both knew they must stop.
But he could feel her abandon and he craved just a little more.
‘We should...’ He attempted to speak. He knew he ought to lift her off him, for the protection was in the master bedroom. Except there was no going back now. The condoms might as well be locked in a vault in Switzerland for all the hope he had of getting to them.
He grew careless, as he never had before. It was unthinkable that he should have unprotected sex—not least because Antonietta wasn’t on the Pill. But it wassucha building need... And hehadto feel her come around him.
‘Rafe...’
She delivered her warning that she was close and he hit the snooze button on his thoughts, sinking into the flickering bliss of her grip.
She felt the final swell of him and yelped as he crashed over the edge and lost himself in the hot pulse of her tender flesh.
Socareless. Because now he ignored the world outside, and the conversation that needed to be had, and carried her to his bed.
Everything else could wait.
