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‘Zaccheo.’ She wasn’t sure whether she was pleading for or rejecting what was coming.
He reared up for a second, his hands going to his hair to twist the long strands into an expert knot at the back of his head. The act was so unbelievably hot, her body threatened to melt into a useless puddle. Then he was back, broad shoulders easily holding her legs apart as he kissed his way down her inner thighs.
‘I know what I crave most,’ he muttered thickly. ‘A taste of you.’
The first touch of his mouth at her core elicited a long, helpless groan from her. Her spine arched off the bed, her thighs shaking as fire roared through her body. He held her down and feasted on her, the varying friction from his mouth and beard adding an almost unholy pleasure that sent her soaring until a scream ripped from her throat and she fell off the edge of the universe.
She surfaced to feel his mouth on her belly, his hands trailing up her sides. That gunmetal shade of grey reflected deep possession as he rose above her and kissed her long and deep.
‘Now, il mio angelo. Now I make you mine.’
He captured her hands above her head with one hand. The other reached between her thighs, gently massaging her core before he slid one finger inside her tight sheath. His groan echoed hers. Removing his finger, he probed her sex with his thick shaft, murmuring soft, soothing words as he pushed himself inside her.
‘Easy, dolcezza.’
Another inch increased the burn, but the hunger rushing through her wouldn’t be denied. Her fingers dug into his back, making him growl. ‘Zaccheo, please.’
‘Sì, let me please you.’ He uttered a word that sounded like an apology, a plea.
Then he pushed inside her. The dart of pain engulfed her, lingered for a moment. Tears filled her eyes. Zaccheo cursed, then kissed them away, murmuring softly in Italian.
He thrust deeper, slowly filling her. Eva saw the strain etched on his face.
‘Zaccheo?’
‘I want this to be perfect for you.’
‘It won’t be unless you move, I suspect.’
That half-smile twitched, then stretched into a full, heart-stopping smile. Eva’s eyes widened at the giddy dance her heart performed on seeing the wave of pleasure transform his face. Her own mouth curved in response and a feeling unfurled inside her, stealing her breath with its awesome power. Shakily, she raised her hand and touched his face, slid her fingers over his sensual mouth.
He moved. Withdrew and thrust again.
She gasped, her body caught in a maelstrom of sensation so turbulent, she feared she wouldn’t emerge whole.
Slowly his smile disappeared, replaced by a wild, predatory hunger. He quickened the pace and her hands moved to his hair, slipping the knot free and burying her fingers in the thick, luxurious tresses. When her hips moved of their own accord, meeting him in an instinctive dance, he groaned deep and sucked one nipple into his mouth. Drowning in sensation, she felt her world begin to crumble. The moment he captured her twin nipple, a deep tremor started inside her. It built and built, then exploded in a shower of lights.
‘Perfetto.’
* * *
Zaccheo sank his fingers into Eva’s wild, silky hair, curbing the desire to let loose the primitive roar bubbling within him.
Mine. Finally, completely mine.
Instead he held her close until her breathing started to return to normal, then he flipped their positions and arranged her on top of him.
He was hard to the point of bursting, but he was determined to make this experience unforgettable for her. Seeing his ring on her finger, that primitive response rose again, stunning him with the strength of his desire to claim her.
His words on the plane slashed through his mind.
Sì, he did want this to work. Perhaps Eva had been right. Perhaps there was still time to salvage a piece of his soul...
Her eyes met his and a sensual smile curled her luscious mouth. Before he could instruct her, she moved, taking him deeper inside her before she rose. Knowing he was fast losing the ability to think, he met her second thrust. Her eyes widened, her skin flushing that alluring shade of pink as she chased the heady sensation. Within minutes, they were both panting.
Reaching down, he teased her with his thumb and watched her erupt in bliss. Zaccheo followed her, his shout announcing the most ferocious release he’d experienced in his life.
Long after Eva had collapsed on top of him, and slipped into an exhausted sleep, he lay awake.
Wondering why his world hadn’t righted itself.
Wondering what the hell this meant for him.
CHAPTER TWELVE
