Mills & Boon Stars Collection: Sinful Proposals: Seduced into Her Boss's Service / Wearing the De Angelis Ring / The Surprise De Angelis Baby. CATHY WILLIAMS
to fill him in on her one and only sort of ex-lover. No way.
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Why not? Stefano thought irritably, which was such a ridiculous reaction that he almost laughed.
‘You’re right...there’s a time and a place for talking and I’ve always found that that place isn’t in bed...’ He licked an erotic trail along her neck while he traced her delicate collarbone with one long brown finger and that finger carried further down to circle a nipple, teasing it with a feathery touch until Sunny could barely lie still in the bed.
She was positively aching for him when his mouth settled at last on one straining, tautened bud, when he pulled it deep into his mouth, licking the tip with his tongue while his other hand played with her other nipple, rolling over it and igniting a blizzard of heated response inside her.
She squirmed, determined that this time she was going to play with him as much as he was playing with her.
She traced the hard lines of his torso and then circled his hard length with her hand. The faint shudder that ran through his body quelled her nerves in a way no amount of soothing chat could ever have done because it proved to her just how much he wanted her. Whatever the length and width and breadth of his experience.
He wanted her.
Even though they came from different worlds...even though he could have had any woman on the planet he desired...even though she wasn’t posh or sophisticated. He wanted her. Right here and right now at this very moment in time.
The strength of their craving was mutual and she could easily lose herself in that knowledge.
Her body took over and seemed to know what to do or maybe, she thought, that was just how it worked when you were really fired up for someone.
Her legs wanted to part and to receive the ministrations of his mouth as he went down on her, licking and teasing and sucking, exploring her in a way that was unimaginable and unimaginably wonderful.
For Stefano, nothing had ever tasted this sweet. When he had begun nuzzling the soft down between her thighs she had automatically, with some embarrassment, protested, tugging at his hair, even though her legs had remained open, welcoming him to explore between them.
Had she never been caressed and kissed there before?
Curiosity had nudged once again past common sense and it had increased as he had felt her heated response to his intimate caresses, had known from the tremble of her slender thighs pressed against his face that she was loving every second of the experience.
Why had no man touched her there before? She’d been strangely shy to start with but there was so much passion there, passion that matched his, and it was like finding a gold mine that just kept on giving.
Had no man roused her to these heights before? It gave him an unholy kick to imagine that he might be the first even though logic told him that the chances of that were frankly non-existent. She was in her twenties and beautiful. She would have had lots of lovers in her past and he wouldn’t have been the first to fire her to these heights even though it might feel that he was.
She moved against his mouth and all thoughts vanished from his head as he lost himself in the taste and smell of her, musky...fragrant...perfume to make a man lose his mind...
It was sweet torture to take his time but he did, making sure to explore her and hanging on by a thread as she explored him.
He nudged at her, the blunt head of his penis tantalising her, but that required a level of self-restraint he found he didn’t have.
Sunny stilled him. ‘I’m not on the Pill.’ She was almost at the point of losing control completely. Her body no longer felt like hers. This wasn’t the awkward, excruciatingly self-conscious body that had shied away from John’s touch, even though she had wanted so badly to be turned on by him. This was another body—a body that seemed to have a will of its own, a body that could melt and go up in flames at the same time. It was a body that excited and amazed and thrilled her.
She dreaded to think that he might pull away from her because she wasn’t on any contraception yet why should she be? She’d had no intention of jumping in the sack with anyone any time soon.
‘It wouldn’t matter if you were.’ Stefano reached to the drawer of the bedside cabinet next to the bed and felt for his pack of condoms.
‘Wouldn’t it?’
‘Of course not. Do you honestly think I’d be stupid enough to believe a woman who said that she was on the Pill and couldn’t get pregnant?’ His lips curled. ‘Been there, done that, got the T-shirt. Trust me, you could pop a pill in front of me and I’d still use a condom because if it’s one thing I will never again take, it’s a chance...’
The depth of his bitterness shocked Sunny and for a split second she saw the man who had locked himself down emotionally, the man who had constructed a fortress of ice around his heart and whilst she knew that none of that should matter a jot to her because she certainly wasn’t in it for a relationship, it still was weirdly unsettling. Was this what John had eventually thought when they had both tried their best and come to the conclusion that they had to walk away from one another? That she was locked down emotionally? Frozen where she should have been alive? That she had nothing to give? Not even the generosity of her physical responses?
Stefano sensed just that fleeting second or two when she seemed to disappear, but then she curled her fingers into his hair and arched up to kiss and nibble the side of his mouth, laughing when he pushed her back to kiss her so thoroughly that she wanted to faint.
He was rock-hard as he slipped on the condom in one smooth expert movement, and then he was thrusting in her, loving the warm tightness of her and the motion of her hips as they picked up rhythm, moving under him as though their bodies had been made to do this, to join together in the act of making love.
Sunny clung.
She’d never clung to anyone in her life before. She had learned from an early age that clinging got you nowhere. But she clung now, wishing that she could keep holding him to her for ever, never wanting to let him go and absolutely loving the feel of his lightly perspiring, tightly packed, muscular body under her hands.
Her orgasm was an explosion that took her to another dimension. A slow build, getting faster until she couldn’t breathe as he pushed into her, hard, long strokes that drove her wild. She heard someone groaning and realised that it was her.
When they had both finally come back down to earth, with her head resting on his chest, she listened to the steady beat of his heart and the first thing that came to her head was that she didn’t want this to be a one-night stand and that was such a scary realisation that she wanted to whimper in panic.
It felt as though someone had pulled a plug she hadn’t even known existed and all of a sudden her prized self-control was slipping remorselessly through the plughole.
This wasn’t going to do! She’d made love and it felt as though she’d made love for the first time, felt that this was what the fuss was all about, this soaring, wonderful sensation of flying high above the clouds, a feeling of complete and utter union with another human being.
Had that made her vulnerable? Because, if it had, then she was going to have to find a cure pretty damn quick.
She yawned and sat up, slipping her legs over the side of the bed, and he caught her hand and gently tugged her back down.
‘Going somewhere?’
Sunny flipped her long hair to one side and glanced at him over her shoulder. ‘To get dressed.’
‘Why are you going to do that?’ He stroked the underside of her wrist lazily.
‘Because it’s after midnight and I need to get home.’
‘You don’t need to get home. There are too many bedrooms in this house to count. You can have your pick.’
Sunny noted that he hadn’t suggested she