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She worked soap through her hands and then began to pat it through his beard. Alessandro hummed with pleasure, making her grin. She massaged him the way he’d done her, then moistened a washcloth and wiped off the soap.
He was shaking now, and Megan felt her power anew, no longer afraid that she would mess something up or not be what he needed or some other nonsense. She cleaned him up and then ran her mouth along his jawline and down his neck to his chest, finding his nipples with her tongue until he sagged against the counter. “Merda!” he growled.
She knew what that meant. In this case she guessed it was a good thing. She ducked her head and let her hair play over the sensitized nipple. Alessandro twitched, and now his hands were vises against her upper arms. He pulled her back to his lips, and this was no kiss for the cameras. This was messy and wet and ferocious, and Megan was bent backward with the force of it. He picked her up without breaking the kiss and began to walk out of the bathroom.
“Wait,” she said against his lips, then opened her condom drawer, something she hadn’t done in two years. Alessandro grinned and carried her back to the couch.
He felt behind her back for the zipper, and Megan might have gone on teasing him, but she couldn’t stand the wait herself after that kiss. She said, “It’s on the side,” and reached for it.
“No,” he demanded. “You must let me do it.”
Megan obediently put her hands to her sides. And Alessandro tortured her by unzipping her inch by careful inch, kissing each sensitive morsel of skin as it was revealed from her ribs to her hip. His other hand felt for the dress’ shoulder and slid it off her arm, and the dress slipped to the ground, leaving Megan in a strapless bra and panties and a great tidal wave of want.
“You are,” he said, touching her stomach, setting a finger under her panty strap but not pulling, “so beautiful,cara.”
Like he wasn’t? Sitting in winter moonlight, dressed only in dark pants, his chest rising and falling with the same want she had coursing through her? “This conversation,” she said through gritted teeth while his hand continued to do and yet not do what she really, really wanted it to do.
“Si, cara?”
“Maybe we could make it more of a… ah!” His hand had dipped low, and Megan’s knees came up involuntarily, making him laugh, low and dirty. “Quick chat,” she managed to finish.
“Sure,” he said, sliding his hand down and back again. “Tell me what you want, Megan. Tell me everything you want.”
Was it his accent? Was it her previous hookups that had been predicated on none of them lasting more than a few weeks? She had never been so turned on in her life. She directed him to her breasts, to the removal of her bra, to the removal of his pants, to a glorious moment where both of them were naked and Megan had to writhe on the couch with sheer joy at it all.
“Now,” she said, trying to put authority back into her voice—which was difficult when Alessandro’s hand was stroking the very, very top of her thigh—“you need to let me put this on, and then you need to stop teasing me. Dammit!” Because of course as soon as she saidtease, his fingers flicked out to touch her even more closely. “You are a devil,” she gasped.
“I am your devil,” he promised, and he looked as though he might be, darkness and light in the shadows, danger and safety and the naughty sparkle in his eye. Megan put the condom on him and then sank back into the couch, willing him to lie on top of her without her having to ask.
Seemed as though their conversation was going just fine, even without words. Alessandro stretched on top of her, kissing her breasts on his way. Megan raised her knees again, and he kissed her mouth and entered her at the same time, catching her joyful gasp in his mouth.
“Devil man,” she scolded, making him laugh, and when he began moving, she realized that she apparently had gone over to the dark side because she never, ever, ever wanted him to stop. She told him that and he swore he wouldn’t.
“Never, ever, ever,” he said with the rhythm of his hips, and she caught it and repeated the words back to him, and now one of her feet was on the ground and she was bucking into him, and he was swearing in Italian and English. He bit her shoulder and Megan scratched his back and tilted her hips and he shuddered and yelled and that last bit of movement made her cry out as well as the moonlight shattered around them.
♦
Chapter 14
Alessandro woke up in Megan’s bed before light. His muscles were Jell-O, but he wouldn’t have missed this workout for anything. Her hair spread out between them, so he kissed the tips and drew them to his nose to smell that intoxicating scent that was hers alone.
He couldn’t help but smile at the effect he’d had on her. She’d gone from sunny, cheerful Megan to dirty, demanding Megan. And all he’d had to do was take off his jacket.
But there was nothing wrong with sunny Megan, and he didn’t want her to go away. He didn’t want Megan to change for him.
He sat up and wrapped his arms around one knee. Last night, she’d said he was her new vice. Would sunny Megan regret giving in to that vice this morning?
It would be much better for her if he thanked her for an incredible night and left. The fundraiser was over. They’d raised an inordinate amount of money. He could go back to LA. She could go back to her family, to a life he hoped would now include her own dreams made reality. She didn’t need him for that. She didn’t need him for anything.
His calves cramped, and he straightened out his leg with a hiss. Well, maybe she could use him forsomething.
His movement made her stir. She looked at his pillow and then his seated figure. “You okay?” she said, her eyes wide.
“Very okay,” he smiled. “You?”
“Very okay,” she repeated, then winced. “Sore. In a good way.”
She sat up next to him, rubbing his back. He loved her touch. Loved how she cared. He might not deserve it, but he loved it nonetheless.
