Mills & Boon Stars Collection: Sinful Proposals: Seduced into Her Boss's Service / Wearing the De Angelis Ring / The Surprise De Angelis Baby. CATHY WILLIAMS
Stefano could see that she was as nervous as a kitten. She wasn’t the sort of girl who moved from one guy to another with seamless ease and he got a disproportionate kick from knowing that she had been unable to resist him. It evened the scales because he hadn’t been able to resist her. Two controlled people losing it.
‘You’re beautiful,’ he said softly, beginning to unbutton his shirt, taking his time, exposing his chest sliver by glorious sliver.
Sunny bit back the temptation to tell him that he was as well. That was something he would know, something countless women had probably told him over the years. How could they not? When he was physically...so perfect?
She couldn’t stop staring. She didn’t care that he was looking at her staring at him, a smile tugging the corners of his beautiful mouth.
He shrugged off the shirt and she drank in the broad shoulders, the six-pack stomach, the ripple of muscle, the small flat brown nipples that she itched to tease with her fingers...
Her mouth went dry when he rested his hand on the zip of his trousers. Even from across the room, she could see the unmistakable bulge of his erection, pulsing under the trousers.
‘Having fun?’ Stefano shot her a wolfish smile that made her toes curl.
Sunny nodded.
‘Care to join me in the striptease or would you rather I took your clothes off for you...? I’m frankly not sure which would turn me on more so...your choice...’
Sunny slipped her fingers under the edge of her stretchy top, feeling as debauched as a stripper in a nightclub, and began slowly tugging it over her breasts and over her head to then toss it onto the ground so that she was now only in her bra and the short controversial skirt.
Stefano walked slowly towards her. There was an innocence in the way she was standing there, hands at her sides, chin at a defiant angle, as though she was fighting against folding her arms across her breasts. And her body was...as spectacular as he had envisaged, long and graceful, with the supple sleekness of a ballet dancer.
His erection was painful, throbbing and pulsing.
‘I’m not very experienced at...this sort of thing...’ Sunny whispered.
Stefano was now standing directly in front of her and he placed his hands on her shoulders and gently massaged them, relaxing her. ‘Me neither...’
Sunny grinned and stole a shy glance at his darkly amused face. But the little teasing joke and the way he was ever so gently massaging her shoulders were doing what they were supposed to do; they were relaxing her. She could feel her whole body thawing out and her breathing slowing.
She sighed softly as she felt him reach behind her to unclasp the bra and her small, high breasts popped out, the rose-pink nipples stiff and pointed.
His low, husky growl of appreciation sent violent ripples of pleasure racing through her.
After a lifetime of playing down her body, it felt incredible to be standing here showing it off and thrilling in his delight.
He cupped them with his big hands and slowly roused both nipples with the pads of his thumbs until she was quivering with excitement, melting, desperate for him to do so much more than just tease.
He was taking his time, slowing his pace. Sunny could sense that and she was impressed by the level of thoughtfulness behind that because she could envisage him as a man who was probably accustomed to taking...fast and hard.
He backed her gently against the door and she stuck her hands behind her, flattened against the door as he began to suckle on her nipples.
Head flung back, eyes closed, Sunny could only whimper with pleasure as his moist mouth relentlessly sucked. Her hands balled into fists behind her back and the whimpers were deepening into moans. When he pulled away she wanted to direct his head right back from whence it had come. Her wet nipples were cooling quickly as he tugged down the skirt, allowing her to wriggle out of it, where it joined the little top on the ground.
Stefano stood up. This leisurely business was taking a lot out of him. He was still wearing his trousers, thank God, because if he had been able to press his erection against her bare skin he felt as if the unthinkable might have happened.
Even the squash of her soft breasts against his chest was teeth-clenchingly difficult to bear.
He cupped her between her legs and felt her wetness. Very slowly, applying just the right amount of pressure, he massaged her down there, watching her face as he did so, enjoying her helpless, heated response. Her nostrils flared and she wriggled against his hand, gyrating her hips.
When he pushed his hand underneath her panties, she drew in a sharp breath and held it as he inserted two fingers, feeling and finding her swollen clitoris and playing with it until she was begging him to stop and then begging him not to stop.
He didn’t stop. He kissed her, long and deep, tongues meshing.
‘You have to stop...’ Sunny gave a half-hearted push against his busy hand ‘...or I’ll... I won’t be able to stop myself...’
‘Good,’ Stefano murmured into her ear, which made her shiver. ‘I’ve always had a soft spot for a woman who just can’t stop herself...’
It was so unbearably erotic. The fact that he was half dressed...that his hand was there, pushed underneath her knickers...that his breath in her ear was warm and sexy...that her nipples were rubbing against his chest...
She came with a deep shudder that racked her body and then she fell limply against him and curved her arms around his neck. When her breathing was back to normal, she fell against his neck and nibbled it until he laughed and swung her up to carry her over to the bed in a couple of easy strides.
‘Very caveman...’ She smiled drowsily, replete with contentment and already looking forward to touching him and having him touch her again. She feasted greedy eyes on him as he stood by the bed to remove his trousers and boxers. His legs were long and muscular and she took her time appreciating them, took her time letting her eyes drift higher to rest on his impressive, hard-as-steel, erect manhood. The thatch of dark hair in which it nestled was intimidating in its naked virility. Her tummy flipped and she found that she was holding her breath.
‘You like that?’ Stefano paused to look at her. She was naked. She’d freed herself from her underwear and she was...spectacular. He’d had beautiful women before but she was...unique in a way he couldn’t quite put his finger on. There was something intensely alluring about her mixture of intelligence, savvy streetwise toughness and vulnerability.
‘If I’m the last sort of guy you would want to be involved with,’ he heard himself say in a roughened undertone as he slipped onto the bed next to her, pulling her into him so that their naked bodies were pressed together, ‘then I’m guessing that you’ve never had a caveman before...’ He moved against her and she parted her legs. He nudged his thigh between them and moved it slowly and absently.
Since when did he give a hoot what other men his previous partners had slept with? As far as he was concerned, all of that was an irrelevance.
But he was curious now. Was he the only inappropriate guy she had gone to bed with? Had there been others? She wasn’t married, she wasn’t engaged and she had no boyfriend so whatever touchy-feely soulmate types she might have encountered clearly hadn’t made it past the starting gate.
How come?
Sunny blushed, conscious of her inexperience. ‘I haven’t,’ she said shortly. ‘Let’s not talk.’ She placed a flattened palm on his chest and marvelled at the hardness of his hair-roughened chest. Just the right amount of hair, she thought distractedly, just the right amount to add to that intensely masculine aura.
She wasn’t a virgin but she might just as well have been and here she was, with a man with loads of experience and not just experience but experience with some of the most desirable and beautiful women in the world. Sunny wasn’t vain but she was honest. Yes, she knew that she had been born with a certain