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Think about what you’re doing.
The words sounded somewhere in Lorenzo’s brain like an alarm bell but he suppressed them fast. He was way past caringhowBrooke had contrived to make him want her again. He was fed up with being sensible when she drew him now on a very primitive level that kept him awake at night, wondering, fantasising about a woman who only eighteen months earlier he could not wait to kick out of his life. He stressed too much about making mistakes, he told himself impatiently. For once he would just go with the flow and do what seemed entirely natural.
Without ceremony he stripped off the nightdress and her breath caught in her throat again as she looked up at him. He had such beautiful eyes, lustrous gold in the lower lighting and framed by dense black lashes that curled up at the ends. Breathless, she lay there entranced until his warm, sensual mouth sealed to hers and a great swoosh of heat rushed up through her as a large masculine hand curved round a plump breast, the thumb rubbing at the sensitive tip until she gasped. Instantaneously she wanted more and when he utilised his mouth instead to suck at the swollen bud, she marvelled that even amnesia could make her forget such distinct sensations.
The tug on her nipple set alight the burn between her thighs, the pulsing liquidity that turned her to mush. She pushed against him in helpless need and he laughed softly, even that sound surging through her like an added aphrodisiac. She ran her hands down his sleek, satiny back with new confidence, smoothing over a lean flank, mentally recalling the book that had specified ‘firm, assured’ as the most desirable touch and wondering how on earth she could’ve forgotten something so basic as how to make love to her husband. However, when she touched him, he froze, and she jerked her fingers away again in swift retreat from that daring.
‘No...no, don’t back off,’ Lorenzo positively purred in her ear, returning her small fingers to their former destination and revelling in her enthusiasm. ‘Ilikebeing touched.’
Confidence renewed, Brooke stroked her hand along that smooth velvety skin, fascination powering her in her exploration of all that made them different. But a little of her attention seemed to go a long way and, before she got very far, Lorenzo was spreading her across the mattress like a starfish and she was a little nervous of that position until he began to work his path down her splayed body employing both his mouth and his hands to investigate her curves. The warm damp feeling at her core increased exponentially, leaving her craving his touch to an extent that was almost unbearable to her straining body.
‘You’ve been driving me crazy with hunger for weeks,’ Lorenzo growled, kissing a deeply intimate trail up her inner thigh, reducing her to uneasy little twists and jerks of a curious but self-conscious nature.
‘Have I?’ she pressed, half an octave higher, the words strangling in her throat as he ran his tongue over her most sensitive area, and her hands snapped into fists of restraint because she wanted to sink her fingers into that tousled dark hair of his.
‘Every time I look at you, I want you,’ Lorenzo grated, stringing a line of kisses across her quivering belly.
‘Doesn’t show!’ she gasped, ridiculously grateful that she had gone leaping into his bed and weak with relief because Lorenzo didn’t show things, didn’t usually talk like this to her. Evidently, he needed a certain level of intimacy to get comfortable enough to share such truths.
He dallied between her thighs, making moves that drove her to the outer edge of hunger, and every nerve ending was screaming for release and then it happened, in a magical great whoosh that exploded through her being like a shooting star, a drowning absolute pleasure that drenched every limb and left her with a sense of shock that anything could feel that physically good.
That achieved, Lorenzo shifted over her with an intense look of hunger in his dark glittering eyes and it made her feel like a million dollars and as if every path in her life were paved with solid gold. Her heart clenched because the more she found out about him, the more she wanted him, and it was a heady moment that made her eyes prickle with tears, making her blink and turn her head away as his hands slid beneath her hips to tilt her up to him.
And in the next moment, he surged into her ready body, although her body didn’t react as though it had been ready for that masculine invasion. It hurt, it hurta lotand almost startled Brooke into crying out, but she mercifully managed to hold onto the cry that almost parted her lips because she was sure that that would have spoilt everything. He would have blamed himself for causing her pain when surely the only reason she had suffered pain lay in the reality that it had been well over a year since she had had sex. And that wasn’t anybody’s fault, she conceded ruefully.
It was a relief when the discomfort ebbed entirely, and she was able to lose herself again in the intimacy. Her heart began to pound with every lithe thrust of his body over and inside hers, excitement climbing, breathlessness ensured as she wrapped her legs round his lean hips and savoured the sweet throbbing pleasure engulfing her. The hunger came back, urging her body to shift up to his, and little sounds escaped her without her true awareness since it was a passion beyond anything she thought she could ever have felt. The excitement was overwhelming, all-consuming and she wanted more and more until she rose against him on a feverish wave of wild pleasure and another orgasm took her in a rush of high-wire energy.
‘Wow,’ she whispered in the aftermath, flaking out back against the pillows, limp and drained but secretly triumphant as well because she had achieved exactly what she had set out to do.
‘Incredible,’ Lorenzo commented, collapsing down beside her out of breath while he dimly wondered how sex could possibly be so different with her that even her behaviour had changed, and he felt as though he was with a different woman. Yes, he was definitely going to see Mr Selby for the question and answer session that he badly needed. Although he doubted if he would mention their new intimacy because that was private...wasn’t it? Wasanythingbetween them private now? he asked himself in disbelief at the concept.
‘I’m not on the pill,’ Brooke murmured with a sudden stab of anxiety, for she suspected that the very last thing they dared risk in a marriage that appeared to need rebuilding would be a child. ‘Did you—?’
‘You have an IUD,’ Lorenzo assured her while it dawned on him that, even so, he should have taken precautions because she had been with other men. On the other hand, while in medical care she had been saturated with every antibiotic known to man.
His contraceptive omission, however, was another concern that he was in no mood to deal with. It was, after all, a reminder of the true state of play between them and he suppressed the thought of it because if he thought about it too much, it would drive him crazy. The entire situation wasalreadydriving him crazy, he acknowledged as he questioned the secrecy he had been urged to embrace for her benefit.
Butwasit for her benefit?
Would she have slept with him were she herself?
And without warning, Lorenzo was snatched back into a black and white world with no forgiving shades of grey again. Brooke had hated him when he demanded a divorce and hadn’t once spoken a civil word to him during their time apart when he had been forced out of his own house by her infidelity into a city apartment he had hated.
‘We shouldn’t have done this!’ Lorenzo exclaimed with startling abruptness, feeling as though he had taken unfair advantage of her even thoughshewas the one who had issued the invitation. ‘You’re not yourself...you don’t know what you’re doing.’
Brooke was galvanised out of her comfortable relaxation while thinking how weird it was that he had known she was on birth control when she did not. Even so, it was something she could live with until he said what he did, which filled her with a sensation very close to panic because she did not want him regretting what they had just shared. ‘No,no, it’s not like that!’ she argued fervently.
‘It is exactly like that,’ Lorenzo contradicted gravely. ‘I don’tlikethat it feels like that but facts are facts.’
‘No! You’re not allowed to think like that now!’ Brooke told him almost fiercely as she scrambled up and literally perched on top of him like a naked nymph, he reasoned in wonderment as arousal kicked in again for him with shocking immediacy.
‘Why not?’ Lorenzo breathed almost bitterly. ‘I took advantage of you.’
‘No, you didn’t!’ Brooke protested, leaning over him, her hands planted either side of his head on the pillows, the twin peaks of her luscious breasts brushing his chest. ‘I got intoyourbed, for goodness’ sake! I wanted you and we had a great time and that’s all there is to it!’
Lorenzo blinked at that hail of keen protest and gazed up into vivid violet eyes and a flawless heart-shaped face surrounded by a tangle of platinum curls. His hands went up before he even knew it himself and he tasted her pouting pink lips like a man starving for that particular flavour. Need surged through him stronger than ever, a bone-deep driving need that threatened to unnerve him.
‘I think I’m falling in love with you again, Lorenzo,’ Brooke declared.
