Page 94 of King of Obsession

We’d spent most of the day gardening and knocking items off my never-ending chores list around the farm.

I’d got so much done with Alessio by my side. What it had meant, however, was heightened contact with his sensual, sexy self.

Which involved brushing close to his skin, his hands on the small of my back, a stroke, and frequent pulse checks.

By sunset, my lust for him was out of freakin’ control.

Now, with a low-flow drizzle flowing over my skin, the jets in a stroking flow over my body, heat and desire pooled, making me sopping wet, sending fireworks through my pussy.

Not giving a second thought, I reached between my legs.

I slipped a finger past my lips and into my cunt, parted my thighs, and stroked, loving the fall of water off me as I flicked my clit.

I pulsed, thinking of him in those flippin’ sweats, no tee, just pure muscle.

I moaned, reaching one hand to grab the wash rail as my fingers worked faster.

Without warning, the door to the outhouse opened, and cold air rushed in.

I turned, gasping at the sight of Alessio, brow arched, slicing away from my nudity.

‘Scusa,’ he growled, backing out. ‘I didn’t know -’

To his credit, I’d decreased the water flow.

He’d had no idea I was inside.

As he twisted away, I called out.

‘Don’t go.’

He froze, head tilting, eyes still canted away from me in respect.

Silence fell as I bowed my head, face flushing.

What the hell was I thinking?

‘Did you fuckin say what I thought you did, carissima?’ he snarled after a beat.

I took a shaky breath.

‘Yes.’

I wanted this, no, I freakin’needed this.

To feel, be touched, and have a man’s hands on me.

I hadn’t ever experienced the skill of a masterful lover, just the fumbles of much younger, unschooled men.

I craved Alessio; sensing his masculinity and sensuality was what I sought to set me off. It was greedy, it was selfish, it was fucking white-hot.

I sneaked a peek at him.

Wind rifled his hair as he lifted a finger, his body still canted from me. ‘Let me rerun this by you, carissima,’ he growled. ‘You want me inside. With you.’

My nipples pebbled at his growl, and not from the cool air from outside.

I glanced again at him over my shoulder, my hand holding tight onto the shower rail, the other still on my trembling upper leg. ‘Yes.’

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