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‘Well, don’t look at me like that if you don’t wantthatto happen.’ Raffaele laughed with rich appreciation as she reddened and turned her head away. ‘You can’t be that innocent.’
‘I was more into mathematics than men,’ Maya fielded as Raffaele, still gloriously, unashamedly naked, came down on the bed beside her and left her breathless.
He lifted a dark brow and frowned, as if he could not comprehend that amount of indifference. ‘Always?’
Maya shrugged a bare shoulder. ‘It’s just the way I’m wired.’
‘It’s insidiously attractive...’
Maya looked up into brilliant dark eyes that had the glitter of stars below his curling lashes and her heart jumped beneath her ribs and began a slow heavy pound, her body in a sort of heavy stasis that seemed to have nothing to do with her brain. He lifted a hand slowly, brown fingers curving to her cheekbone, and those stunning eyes of his, as dark and riveting as polished jet, held hers, heat pulsing through her in an involuntary rush, the sheer basic attraction that had freaked her out the day before flowing through her, and suddenly she was questioning why she was fighting what she was feeling because he no longer felt like a stranger.
He had reunited her with her grandparents, given her fabulous jewellery and looked after her when she was drunk in a way she would never have expected him to do. Underneath that façade of his, he was not inherently cruel, not innately cold, he was a much more enthralling mix.
‘...ensuring that I have the greatest difficulty keeping my hands off you,’ he confided in hoarsened completion.
And it was as if something simply snapped into place inside Maya and she stretched up a couple of inches to lay her lips against his as she urged, ‘Don’t—’
‘Maya?’
‘Less talk, more action,’ she muttered boldly, letting the desire and the fascination take charge of her for the first time ever.
And finally, he kissed her, and it was as if her body had been waiting all her life for that sweet wildness to engulf her from her head to her toes, leaving her feeling almost detached from the self she had thought she knew. She moved to sit up, but his hand splayed across her spine, pushing her back against the pillows, controlling the pace with a masculine urgency that she found indescribably sexy. His lips parted hers and his tongue delved deep and tangled with her own, sending a tide of electrifying hunger pulsing through her with the efficacy of a drug in her bloodstream.
That fast, she discovered that she wanted more, was indeed impossibly greedy for more of him, and it shocked her to recognise that deep-down craving she had fought to restrain as though it were toxic when, indeed, it seemed to be exactly what she needed most. As Raffaele lowered his mouth to the straining pout of her rosy nipples and lingered there, toying with the stiff crests, her heartbeat hammered like crazy and a wash of heat engulfed her pelvis. It occurred to her that, only hours earlier, she had been ducking behind a sheet, pretty much embarrassed to show off that part of her because she didn’t have very much to offer in the boob department, as he himself had once noted.
‘I like...’ Raffaele told her with a brazen smile that was very Manzini, framing the small mounds in splayed fingers, a thumb caressing each throbbing tip. ‘Just enough, not too much and real.’
‘Hope you can say the same about your own anatomy,’ Maya quipped, shocked at herself for that response and staring at him with shaken eyes, thinking, I did not say that, that is not me.
Raffaele burst out laughing and gazed down at her with startled dark golden eyes. ‘You give as good as you get...right? That’s good. It’s a quality you need with me,bellezza mia,’ he told her with surprising sincerity. ‘I can be—’
‘Challenging?’ Maya slotted in helplessly. ‘I noticed.’
Raffaele grinned and kissed her again, his hands roaming over a body that already felt fiercely sensitised to his touch. The throb pulsing at the apex of her thighs was new to her, making her shift restlessly, her hips rising with a hunger she only recognised subliminally because thought didn’t seem possible in the midst of her growing physical excitement. The feather-soft touch of a finger justthereand she could feel herself lighting up like a forest fire, nerve endings jumping, a mesmerising warmth enthralling her feminine core while the slick dampness gathered.
‘It’s like an equation. You and me and the parameters,’ Maya pronounced with a glorious smile of discovery.
‘OK,’ Raffaele agreed, because he didn’t know what she was talking about but it seemed to be making her happy.
‘I bet I could make a model of it!’ she exclaimed, her brain already homing in on the possibilities.
And Raffaele could see that she was ready to leap out of bed and look for a whiteboard or some such thing to engage in the kind of mathematics that inflamed her meteoric brain. ‘But not right now,’ he told her urgently. ‘Right now, we stay on task.’
Maya blinked up at him, green eyes limpid as ferns with sheer disappointment, and he kissed her again because it felt like the only thing he could do to distract her. And it worked, mercifully itworked, he conceded, shaken up by that experience when he himself was utterly lost in the magic of her response to him.
‘I’m burning up for you,bellezza mia,’ he growled.
‘Oh...’ Maya trailed gentle fingers through his wildly tousled black hair. ‘I’ve messed up your hair, clutching it.’
‘Go right ahead,’ he encouraged, dragging in a sustaining breath, his broad chest expanding that something about him could hold her interest.
‘You don’t mind?’ That glorious smile was angled at him again.
Out of words, Raffaele crushed her mouth under his again, struggling to stay in control, fighting not to fall on her like an animal, a hunger of storm-force potency driving him. It was, without a doubt and yet utterly inexplicably to him, the most exciting sexual experience of his life.
‘I want you too,’ she whispered unevenly, her body quivering, shifting up to his in invitation as the unbearable longing stabbed at her afresh.
He slid over her, easing into her, giving her time to adjust to that unfamiliar intrusion. Maya tried not to tense and looked up into his taut, intent face, the lustrous dark eyes alight with a hunger as deep as her own. Something she hadn’t even known she was worrying about quieted within her because she saw that he was fighting for control as much as she was. There was a momentary sharp piercing pain and then that introduction was over and there was only the rousing stimulation of feeling her own body stretch to accept the fullness of his. From the first subtle shift of his hips, she was needy, wanting, aglow with the discovery of that enthralling newness.
