Page 11 of Expecting His Billion-Dollar Scandal
Not knowing what she was supposed to do withhim,she slid her hand over his muscled thigh and shuddered.
‘All in good time.’ Luca’s voice was husky and only just the right side of controlled.
He nuzzled her breast and then moved to the other and laved it with his tongue.
It was unbearable. She parted her legs and trembled when he immediately slid his hand under the stretchy Lycra of the swimsuit, distorting it as he began to rub her there.
He removed his hand and then began easing the swimsuit off her, all the while licking her nipple and suckling on her breast. She couldn’t think straight. Couldn’t thinkat all.
She just wanted him on her and in her and she wanted it in a hurry.
Her hands scrabbled at his swimming trunks.
Luca stilled. There was enough common sense still left in him to realise that this was not in the plan. Yes, he’d looked at her and discovered that his libido could reach heights he could never have anticipated, but he’d fast worked out that that was only partially to do with the fact that she was attractive.
Maybe more thanjust attractive.
He’d worked out that it was due to a combination of things, not least the fact that he was away from normality, away from the trappings of power and wealth that had always defined him and away from the people who lived in that rarefied world. He was a free man here and so everything was heightened, including the mystifying power of his attraction to the woman lying in this slice of empty paradise.
So many responsibilities awaited his return that freedom had never tasted sweeter.
Was it, therefore, so surprising that he could barely string two coherent thoughts together when he was around the woman?
He’d replaced his computer on day four when he’d headed out to get himself a handful of new clothes to replace the ones he had borrowed from her father. He’d hit the nearest town, headed for an Internet café and rebooted his working life, but even the pressing emails and endless reports and the lucrative deals with companies abroad awaiting his attention couldn’t quite manage to distract him from whatever spell had been weaved on him.
Luca was loving it all. Accustomed as he was to a life of staggering control and predictability, he was thoroughly enjoying the sensation of letting himself go.
Which didn’t mean that he’d turned into the village idiot! He always used protection but right now, right here...
For the first time in his life, the thrill of the gamble was greater than the pull of common sense. He knew what he should do and what he shouldn’t but there was a weakness inside him, driving him on to take a chance,just this once.
She was still naked and so, so beautiful and he still had an erection as hard as a rod of steel.
He felt the slickness between her legs because he just couldn’tnotgo there.
‘Okay.’
‘You’re a siren.’ His groan was unsteady. ‘I can picture you sitting on a rock out there, calling to sailors. They wouldn’t stand a chance.’
He levered himself down, trailing his tongue along her body and tasting the salt from the sea. Her breasts and stomach were paler, emphasising the rich pink of her nipples, each tipped with stiffened buds the colour of claret. He played briefly with one nipple, teasing it between two fingers, but then he moved to circle her slender waist with his hands. He stroked her hips with the pads of his thumbs, then he moved even lower to gently peel apart the groove between her thighs that sheathed the pulsing of her clitoris.
He licked it, tasted her honeyed sweetness and felt himself swell even more at her little whimpers and soft, startled moans and the way she moved against his mouth, bumping up and down and wriggling, keeping his head in place because her fingers were curled into his over-long hair, and panting.
‘Please...’ she breathed and that simple plea scattered that well-intentioned voice of reason to the four winds.
He couldn’t resist.
Not when she was like this, her slender legs spread apart, open to him like a flower, inviting him to come inside. Reason, logic, forward-thinking... His brainshut down, leaving him at the mercy of sensation.
Shaking with desire, Luca stood up to rid himself of his swimming trunks, pausing only to smile at the rapt attention on her face.
Cordelia smiled back. Was it an alluring, siren-like smile, or a nervous I’ve-never-done-this-before smile?
She desperately hoped that he would think the former. She wanted him so badly.
‘You’re right,’ she whispered with gut-wrenching disappointment because this felt like a do-or-die situation. They would not relive this opportunity, not when they were back in the house and she was busy once again with the accounts and phone calls and making sure everything was okay with the house and the various things that needed to be done in it.
‘This is crazy.’ She blushed and looked away and felt the gentle touch of his finger under her chin.
