Page 20 of Stranded with My Mafia Boss

"Come on." Damien helped me to my feet. "Let's get inside before we freeze to death. We can put up more lights."

I nodded, my hand still tingling from the touch of his skin as we made our way back toward the house.

For a moment, I allowed myself to indulge in the fantasy that we were just two ordinary people enjoying a winter vacation together, without the complications and dangers of our true lives. Even as the thought crossed my mind, I rejected it. It could never be that simple. Not for a man like Damien Santini and a woman like me.

Katie

After spendingthe afternoon decorating and then working on a pending project with Damien, I was tired. We ate a light supper, and then Damien took my hand and tugged me toward the stairs. I followed without protest.

The gleam of snowflake-shaped Christmas lights we’d put in the hallway gilded Damien's face as he led me into his bedroom, shadows dancing across his sharp cheekbones and icy blue eyes. My heart thrummed with each step, anticipation, and nerves tangling in my stomach. It was hard to believe this was real.

He turned to face me, the hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he slid his hands under my shirt, his fingertips grazing the sensitive skin of my waist. "It's my turn," he said in a low rumble. "And I'm going to take my time."

My core clenched at the dark promise in his words. I tilted my chin up, meeting his gaze with playful challenge. "You'll have to catch me first."

I darted away from him, stifling laughter as I ran to the other side of the massive bed. In a few quick strides he had me cornered, my back against the wall and his body pressed close. His scent enveloped me, sandalwood and something darker, more primal.

"Minx." He growled and captured my mouth in a searing kiss. Sparks ignited under my skin everywhere he touched, his hands roaming over my body as our tongues tangled. I moaned into his mouth, arching to get closer, needing more of his heat and touch.

He broke the kiss to lift my shirt over my head in one smooth motion, then his gaze raked over my exposed skin, like blue fire, and I shivered. "Perhaps you should wear less around me," he said.

"Hm. Could be possible now that the heat was back on." I grinned, teasing, but he didn’t smile.

"I’d like that." He dipped his head to press a line of open-mouthed kisses down between my breasts as his clever fingers unhooked my bra.

The lace fell away, baring me to his view. He sucked in a sharp breath, fixated on my breasts. "Or nothing," he said hoarsely. "Take off the rest." The rough command sent a thrill through me, and I hesitated, uncertain. I’d never stripped for someone before.

He gripped my hair and tugged, pulling my head back so I looked up at him. "I won't ask again." His eyes were dark with lust.

Face flaming, I slid my trousers and panties down my legs.

Damien's gaze raked over me, lingering on my breasts and the apex of my thighs. "Yes. Naked when we are alone."

He shed his clothes with swift, economical movements, his body a work of art, honed by years of hard work. My breath caught at the sight of him, heat flooding my core.

Damien wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me flush against him. "Like what you see?"

I blushed harder instead of answering.

"So sweet." He kissed and nipped his way down my throat, then palmed one breast, kneading and rolling my nipple between his fingers until it tightened under his touch. Pleasure sparked, racing down to pool between my legs. I whimpered, squirming against him, desperate for more.

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest. "Patience. We have all night."

He lowered his head to close his lips around my other nipple, laving and sucking until I thought I might come undone. Moans tumbled from my lips unbidden, my fingers clutching at his arms.

Damien released my nipple with a gentle scrape of teeth, shifting lower. He pressed a trail of open-mouthed kisses down my stomach, nipping and sucking at my skin.

"Please," I whimpered. I was so close already, strung tight as a bowstring. Knowing what to expect, what he could do, made it harder.

He nudged me backward, and we settled on the bed, which was good. My knees weren’t working too well at holding me up right now.

"Not yet,cara." His breath ghosted over where I ached most, and I nearly sobbed. "You'll come when I allow it, and not a moment before."

He spread my thighs wider, settling between them. I gasped as his tongue glided through my folds, circling my nib but never quite touching. He gripped my hips, holding me in place against the mattress. I strained against his grip, desperate for more, but he was immovable.

Laughter rumbled against my core. "So impatient. Relax."

He slid two fingers inside me, crooking them to rub against that sensitive spot. My back arched off the bed with a cry. The coil of pleasure in my belly wound tighter and tighter, ready to snap.

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