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Not courageous enough to touch what clearly needed touching, but it didn’t matter because what she was doing was sending his body into explosive overdrive. Those little circular motions with her finger, gentle and delicate. They made him wonder what it would feel like to have her tongue there, and that elicited another guttural groan of desire.
‘This...’ He struggled to sound normal. ‘Not a good idea...’
She immediately removed her hand. ‘I was wrong. You don’t fancy me. I understand.’
Luca couldn’t answer. Instead, he grasped her hand and returned it to his thigh.
‘I’ve never wanted any woman more in my life,’ he confessed shakily. ‘But...’
‘But I guess you’re more accustomed to sexy, dark-haired Italian women...’
‘You need to look in the mirror a little more often,la mia bellezza.’
He drew her close, pressed her against him while the sun poured down like honey and the impossibly blue sea stifled all the perfectly sound thoughts in his head, hypnotising him into wanting one thing and one thing only. Her.
By way of response, Cordelia nuzzled his neck and then tentatively covered his thigh with her own. She could feel his hard erection pulsing against her belly and she desperately wanted to put her hand over it, feel it moving, but when she actually thought of doing that, she felt faint.
She had zero experience when it came to men. At least, none of her fumbling adventures, such as they’d been, were worth writing home about.
She hadn’t avoided sex. She’d never had any puritanical ideals to turn it into some kind of prize to be handed to the right guy. No, as luck would have it, she’d just had the one semi-serious boyfriend and they hadn’t ended up in bed. Now she knew why. She hadn’t been turned on. She hadn’t had the foggiest idea what being turned onwas all about.Becausethiswas what it felt like to be turned on.Thiswas what had been missing from the equation.
This and so many other things.
This was excitement. Heart-stopping, pulse-racing, nerve-jangling excitement and if he wanted her, then she couldn’t begin to describe just how muchshewantedhim.
CHAPTER THREE
SHEFELLBACKcompliantly when he pushed her gently so that he could lever himself up to stare down at her. His breathing was a heavy rasp and his eyes were dark with passion, unfocused, as though he had been transported to another world.
He ran his hand along her side and then up along her ribcage. The almost dry swimsuit was an irritant, a scratchy barrier between them that Cordelia wanted to yank off but, again, her lack of experience was paralysing. She didn’t have the confidence to take the reins and she wondered whether that lack of confidence and experience would be a turn-off for him.
He was so...sexy.So dark, so exotic, so unbelievably, sinfullycompelling.You didn’t have to let your imagination wander too far to realise that he wouldn’t have lived a life deprived of adoring women and it wasn’t just about his looks. Over the past few days, she had seen the three-dimensional man who had not been in evidence when he’d been in and out of sleep for the first couple of days after she had rescued him.
He was dry, witty, funny and a brilliant listener. He had painted such vivid images in her head of the bright Italian sun streaming down on acre upon acre of carefully cultivated vineyards. He could describe the colour and texture of the fat, juicy grapes with the detail of a poet and his adventures...the places he’d visited! Cordelia could only assume that he used the pay he made working in the wine industry to travel the world when the harvesting season came to an end.
In every way, shape and form his life was a window to a faraway world she could only dream of.
And here he was, with her, and the need to have this man and enjoy this moment was overpowering.
She tentatively drew his hand to her breast and felt him shudder against her.
When he made a half-hearted motion to remove it, she held it fast and was filled with a sense of reckless daring.
‘Cordelia,’ he groaned under his breath. ‘Like I said...this isn’t a good idea...’
‘Why? If you fancy me and I fancy you, why isn’t it a good idea?’
‘A million reasons,’ he murmured, but he was touching her, massaging the full weight of her breast in his big hand and then slipping a finger under the strap of the swimsuit so that he could slowly draw it down.
Her eyelids fluttered shut and she sighed and then arched up as the swimsuit was pulled down. She twisted and moaned and linked her fingers behind his head and drew him lower. She could feel the conflict inside him but she knew that temptation was stronger than the voice of reason. Inexperienced she might be, but sheknewthat with unerring, feminine certainty. He wanted her and he couldn’t help himself and that filled her with a sense of heady power.
Everything about this man was an eye-opener and she was loving it.
His mouth circled her nipple and he flicked his tongue over the stiffened bud and began teasing it into such fierce arousal that a hum of sensation began between her thighs, growing in intensity until she was rubbing her legs together in an attempt to control it.
She was desperate for his hand to be there and, as if reading her mind, he cupped her between her legs. When she wriggled against the palm of his hand, he obligingly and gently pressed down.
Her body was behaving in all sorts of wild and wonderful ways.
