Page 41 of Expecting His Billion-Dollar Scandal
She took a couple of faltering steps towards him and looked at him hesitantly.
She felt rather than saw some of the icy tension ease out of him and it flashed through her mind that if he could touch her and banish all thoughts from her head, then she could do the same for him.
It was the power of sex and, while it certainly wasn’t love, there was something vital and fierce about it and she should be very happy that it was still there, like an electric charge always running between them.
‘We’ll be late.’ Luca raked his fingers through his hair and fidgeted on his feet, suddenly restless.
‘I don’t know what you’re talking about,’ Cordelia murmured and he looked at her with a wicked gleam in his eyes.
‘I’ll bet.’ He pulled her towards him. His breathing had thickened and he was already smoothing his hands over her waist, hitching up the shirt and then tugging down the zip of her trousers. ‘It’s a low trick to use sex to change my mood,’ he growled, with rampant amusement in his voice. ‘I like it.’
Their lovemaking was fast and hard and mind-blowingly passionate.
By the time they hit the bed, clothes had been scattered on the ground. There was none of the usual foreplay. He kissed her urgently, hungrily, and she was wet and hot when he slid one expert finger into her, stoking her moisture and sending her pulses shooting off in all different directions.
She curled her fingers into his hair and arched back as he drove into her and all it took was one thrust for her to feel the exquisite rising pleasure of a soaring orgasm.
Her groan was long and guttural as her whole body stiffened against his rigid shaft. He came as fast as she did, rearing up and thrusting deeper into her.
‘Jesus, woman,’ he said in a shaky voice, when they were both back on planet Earth, ‘what was that all about?’
‘Don’t you know?’ she breathed.
His head was buried against the nape of her neck and he was limp against her. She stroked his shoulders and was overwhelmed with a feeling of complete tenderness. There were times when he seemed so vulnerable. Times like right now.
‘We need to get ready.’ His voice was muffled and he tilted his head to one side and their eyes met, a long, steady gaze that made her hold her breath because it feltloaded.
He levered himself up and stood, staring down at her. ‘Your dad is going to be here in a couple of hours. I don’t think he’ll be too impressed if he finds us in bed, do you? Although he would have a pretty vivid picture of how we ended up where we have, with a baby on the way.’
With which, he vanished into the bathroom to emerge less than twenty minutes later, giving her plenty of time to get into her finery.
Clothed, Luca was impressive. Naked, he was mind-blowing, but now was certainly not the time to hang around appreciating his masculine athleticism and perfectly toned body.
Sylviana, the young girl who had made her appearance on day one, was going to be helping her get ready and Cordelia didn’t wait to watch Luca change.
There was nothing for her to do because an army of hired help had been brought in to prepare the house and grounds for the event. Nothing would be left to chance. From the food to the decorations—everything would be the epitome of perfection.
‘It’s a well-run machine,’ Luca had informed her a couple of days previously. ‘Same faces with the only changes being some VIPs I’m hoping to do business with from the Far East and their various assorted family members and professional colleagues.’
The only snag was the fact that his father would not be able to make it because, with first-class ticket in hand and ready to depart from the small Caribbean island where he had ended up after a couple of months of travelling, a world-class hurricane had decided to put paid to his plans.
Privately, Cordelia had been relieved. One father at a time was plenty enough.
Her nerves were all over the place as she got ready. When Sylviana had entered the bedroom, as sweet and as helpful as ever, Cordelia had heard the distant sounds of things happening downstairs,but as soon as the bedroom door was shut, there was complete silence save for their low murmurs as Cordelia dressed.
The redness of the dress was a direct challenge to that tomboy side of her that only ever felt comfortable in jeans, and she hesitated for a few seconds before Sylviana laughed and informed her, in very broken English, that she was going to look beautiful in it.
Really?Cordelia wanted to say.Even though I’ll be the tallest woman there, and that’s without the five-inch heels?
Italian women were dark and dainty and impossibly pretty, she had discovered, and she didn’t think that this charity gala was going to prove otherwise.
She didn’t glance at herself in the mirror as she got dressed. Sylviana was keen to do the make-up and Cordelia could think of nothing she wanted more because her ability to don warpaint was minimal.
She sat at the dressing table, closed her eyes and let the young housekeeper do her thing.
Her thoughts drifted. There was so much she had to tell her father. She had spoken to him several times on the phone but he was no good when it came to lengthy conversations on the telephone and she, for her part, had felt that there was too much she couldn’t tell him for their conversations to be natural and easy.
She hadn’t asked how the Doris connection was working out and he hadn’t volunteered any information. He’d talked about his catches for the day.
