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Furio turned to me, the fire flickering in his dark eyes. With half his face lit and the other half seemingly in shadow, with the sharp cheekbones and a stroke nose, he was the perfect picture of Italian royalty. Thoughts of bloodlines and estates and land inheritance danced in my head, swirling with all the wine we had consumed.
“I have been thinking of you,” he whispered, “since I first met you.”
“So have I,” I breathed. “That day when you walked into the office…”
But he shook his head. “Not then. Before. I first saw you on the rooftop of Owen March’s restaurant in San Francisco. I was returning from the men’s room in time to see you being carried out by security. You were shouting and screaming obscenities…”
My stomach clenched. “Oh no. You saw that? That was probably the most embarrassing night of my life!”
He smiled and caressed my neck. “You had so much fire in you, Amber Moltisanti.” The fire in the hearth crackled as if to emphasize his point. “More life than I had ever witnessed in a woman. And of course, you were so beautiful that my chest ached for the remainder of the night. Even while discussing with Jude and Owen the investment in their company, I could not stop thinking of you.”
I laughed and felt myself blush at the same time. “That is very nice of you to say, but somehow I doubt you were attracted to the crazy woman who was fighting the bouncer that night. I was a mess.”
“If you do not believe me,” Furio said softly, placing the bottle of wine on a table, “then I shall have to prove it to you.”
He kissed me then, putting his entire body into it. I floated on a cloud of air as he led me by the lips backwards into the room, all the way to the bed until I was seated on the edge. Our kiss deepened as Furio pulled at my clothes, and I tugged at his, the expensive suit jacket sliding off his arms and falling discarded to the floor.
His mouth was on my ear, then my neck, pushing me back onto the bed with his kisses as he covered me with his body. My hands worked furiously to get his shirt off, fumbling at the buttons while he removed my shirt and bra. The heat from the hearth radiated against my bare skin when I was nude, fully nude beneath him as he slid out of his own pants while never taking his lips from my shoulder, and I could sense the desire he felt to taste every inch of my body.
I slid backwards on the bed, into the middle of the impossibly-soft blankets, and Furio nuzzled into my breasts with renewed hunger. I arched my back and moaned as his tongue circled one stiff nipple, while the weight of him pressed tantalizingly close to the place between my legs, a place that burned a thousand times as hot as the fire roaring in the hearth.
When I couldn’t stand it anymore, I grabbed a handful of his midnight hair and pulled him to my lips, higher up until I felt his tip against my thigh. I grabbed hold of him, which pulled a moan from his lips at my touch, but the moan turned into a gasp of intensity as I guided him into my wet folds and pulled him inside of me.
Every muscle in my body tensed at once as he filled me. Furio reacted the same way, groaning almost painfully while craning his head back. I ran my fingertips over the stiff muscles of his arms, then his shoulders, then his back. His face was a mask of pleasure, beautiful beyond words as he gazed into my eyes, the two of us seeing each other in a new way for the first time.
I had hoped this would happen on this trip, I thought as I stared up at him.But I never imagined it actually would.
Furio kissed me again, tongue swirling into my mouth the way it had moved around my nipple, and he made love to me like the rocking of an ocean against a shore. Tipsy on wine and a wonderful day spent together, we lost ourselves in the mindless drive of our bodies while the fire popped and raged. Furio’s hands were always on some part of me, gripping and squeezing and holding like a man who had finally found what he was searching for, and would never let it go. Inside his arms I felt happy, and safe, andalive,so alive in a way that shocked me even in the torrid moments underneath him.
As his motions quickened, I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him in deeper with every thrust. Tilting my hips to take every bit of him. I felt like I couldn’t get enough of him, I wantedallof him and more, and my desperation must have been obvious to him because he quickened his thrusts even more. His lips found mine as he crashed into me, a man driven by pure lust rather than conscious thought, and I marveled at how incrediblysexyit was seeing a man like Furio Rossi lose control of himself.
The intensity of his love drove my own pleasure to new heights, every thrust sending brighter and brighter jolts of ecstasy through my body, until I was closing my eyes and telling him yes, yes, don’t stop, right there, hurry, please, oh, don’t stop, Furio,please!
Just as the climax exploded, Furio put his mouth next to my ear and groaned, “Amber.”
The sound of my name on his tongue, exotic with his foreign accent, was too much. I fell to pieces in his arms as my orgasm ravaged me, my pussy clamping tight around Furio as he drove himself into me hurriedly, his own aching orgasm coming just seconds later, extending my own and heightening it. His forehead pressed against mine as we moaned together, blind and scoured by the electricity surging between us, every muscle in our conjoined body once against going tense until neither of us could breathe.
47
Amber
Furio spooned me after, rolling me over to face the fireplace on the wall while surrounding my body with his. I clutched his arm to my chest and savored how warm and hard andrealhe felt in that moment, while the fire in front of me danced and raged and consumed.
“I must make an admission to you,” he said after a while.
A silly mood struck me, and I said, “Did you fake that priest and the church and the photo of my father? Because if so, I don’t want to know. It was too perfect to find out it’s not real.”
I felt his body tremble with laughter more than I heard it. “Faking all of that would require too much effort.”
“Too much for a billionaire?”
He grunted. “No. Perhaps not. But I assure you, it was real.”
“Good.” I kissed his arm. “Then what do you have to confess?”
“This trip,” he said carefully. “To visiteTodoand review their long-term plan. Before scheduling it, I first looked at Jude Cauthon’s calendar. And then I selected a week when he would be especially busy. A week when he would have to say no.”
It took me several seconds to realize what he meant. “You mean you scheduled it so that they would sendme?”
