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She meant the Nico loving her thing—for it was all too new and too much to fully take in.
‘We’re sorted,’ he told her.
And then he slipped slowly inside her, stretching her and filling her as only Nico could.
And then his hands were everywhere, shredding the flimsy dress, baring her breasts as he had wanted to on that first day in Rome.
He was the man she had first made love to—he was Nico unleashed and untamed—and he was everything Aurora needed tonight.
She wanted the fierce possession of his kiss, and she wanted the full power of Nico Caruso.
And he gave it.
Over and over and over.
She felt as hot in his hands as she had when the mountains had been ablaze in Sicily that night. And she felt as safe as she had been on that cold morning in Rome when she’d looked up into his eyes.
‘I’ve kept on wanting you,’ she told him as he thrust into her and dug his fingers into her hips.
He turned the blood in her veins into champagne and he took her body to places that would have otherwise remained unseen and unknown.
‘Aurora!’ he said, and his voice sounded like a car skidding and careering on gravel.
Aurora felt just as out of control until she heard the delicious sound of Nico calling her name.
‘Nico…’
She wrapped her legs tight around him and buried her face in his neck, inhaling the scent of Nico aroused. It was the scent she craved from the man she adored and she wanted to linger there a moment, to imprint that scent combined with the delicious feel of Nico unleashed upon her, but then she felt a lurch inside her and the swell of him within.
He summoned an orgasm from her. He simply demanded it—this very instant.
The tears and frustrations of the day seemed to gather and tighten, pulling her into a frenzied peak, and Aurora sobbed in frustration—for she simply did not know what to do with all the love she had for this man.
Except give it to him.
So much for elegance.
Nico helped Aurora down from the bench and then zipped himself up. He pocketed her bra and knickers to save the nanny finding them.
And then he surveyed the chaos.
There was spaghetti on the wall, and he felt the thump, thump of his swelling heart as he looked in the pot on the stove and smelt the herbs and the garlic, and saw the remains of the perfect dinner she had prepared for them.
No, not exactly elegant. But he warmed it up, and she grated pecorino cheese, and then they ate standing up. Like two filthy beggars, they shared what was left in the pot.
‘Your father was right,’ Nico said.
‘I’m not talking to my father,’ Aurora said.
‘But he was right about one thing,’ Nico said, as he wiped a little bit of passata from her chin. ‘“Good food and family and my day is complete. What more could I want?”’
‘You should raise your voice a little when impersonating my father,’ Aurora said.
‘But I wasn’t impersonating him.’
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
HE TOOK HER TO BED.
