Page 48 of Out of Office Nights
It was the most alive she’d ever felt. And like yesterday and all the days before…she wanted more. So when the words fell from her lips, they felt like the most natural, seismic phenomenon in the world. ‘Make love to me, Teo. Let’s shake the crazy loose and be done with it, yes?’
Her defiant hunger and hope intensified the free fall he’d been in since he made that knee-jerk decision to move closer to her house. Hell, Teo suspected it’d been in existence before then too. This confounding instinct to plough ahead, the intangible certainty that within her renaissance was the key he needed to succeed with his own goal—that, for the first time in his life, he was discovering he needed someone else—was awakening feelings Teo didn’t know what to do with.
Now, given the option of shedding the galling lust that came with this unwanted emotional discovery? He’d be a fool to refuse,sí? Particularly when, after tasting her again, having her in his arms far too briefly yesterday had driven him out of his mind for the rest of the night, even as he’d revelled in her blooming by throwing away her shackles?
He looked into her beautiful eyes, eyes the colour of the sand on his beach at sunset, and said the only words available to him. ‘Your wish is my command.’
He speared his fingers into her hair and gripped hard, the way he knew she liked. Her enthralled gasp drew his lips to the exposed line of her neck. Trailing kisses on the delightful erogenous zone, he went to slide his other arm around her hips, to pick her up.
‘No. Right here.’
He pulled back, examining her expression. This went deeper than a titivating request. Barely ten minutes ago she’d been distressed about a grainy picture in a tabloid. Either she wastaking back her power, thumbing her nose at those who’d caused her distress, or she wasn’t ready to accept him within the walls of her grandmother’s home.
The possibility of it being the second siphoned his breath from his lungs, awakening a familiar rejection. Enough to stall him, though?Hell, no.
If he was wrong and her decision was based on the former…well, he was no stranger to kinky requests. He released her hair, watched it tumble down like a seductive river, then grabbing the thin sundress barely covering her, he ripped the fabric in two, tossed it away so he could marvel over her stunning body. Fall on his knees in worship of her.
‘Dios mio, you take my breath away. I’m so damned greedy for you.’
She gripped the wall behind her, thrust out her chest, her toffee-coloured nipples tight and proud, and splayed her endless legs, a sultry invitation dripping from her liquid eyes. ‘Then, take me. Pound me until I tell you to stop,’ she demanded boldly, a brazen command that hooked straight into his desires and latched on tight.
So tight, that for the first time in his life, Teo found himself actually falling to his knees before her. He gleefully let the persistent phone calls from his brothers and the semi-urgent demands of his staff fall away. Let the gut-hollowing sensation that he was running out of time where his father was concerned fade to the back of his mind for once.
Because not thinking about it, silencing the shredding possibility that the outcome he sought might never be realised, was a welcome reprieve almost as addicting as the smooth, warm skin of the most beautiful woman in the world.
And when each caress of his fingers, each whispered kiss drew that awed gasp laced with tendrils of wonder from her, who was he to wish for common sense?
Drawing her thong down, Teo caressed up her inner thighs, first fastening his gaze on her, so he didn’t miss one single reaction, then followed it up, after a leisurely caress of her silky wet sex, with placing his lips where he…they…both needed it most.
Her head fell back, her fingers spiking into his hair to grip hard, arousing him further as she held him in place, and gyrated her hips. Chasing her pleasure with an abandon that had him groaning and straining for his fraying control.
Her first release, when it came, was a sexy, throaty shout of his name as she shuddered above him then went beautifully boneless.
Teo caught her as she crumbled, then tossing her over his shoulder before rising, he hurried to the loungers. They weren’t as sturdy as the ones at his villa, but he didn’t care.
Tugging off his clothes, he only stopped long enough to sheath himself. Then he prowled over her, overcome by the primal need to claim her. Another first for him. He’d never encountered a woman he’d wanted to claim, to stamp his possession on, as much as he did Sabeen.
Perhaps she had the right idea. Best to rid themselves of this craziness so they could get back on an even keel as soon as possible. So he could return to Milan, finish the task of proving to his father once and for all that he was worthy of the Domene name. That he wasn’t superfluous after all. That commanding a kingdom like his brother or protecting faceless individuals like his twin wasn’t all it took to be a worthy human being. That sometimes, leaving one’s mark on the world could be as simple as creating something stunning and unforgettable and—
‘Teo!’
Her sultry demand reclaimed his focus, to the hand curled around her plump breast, the thumb teasing her and sending herinto a frenzy. Her hands rushed up and down his back, digging in, then soothing.
‘Already impatient again?’
‘More,’ she demanded. ‘Now,’ she insisted.
Her beautiful lips parted, probably to issue another edict, forgetting who the sovereign was here. Lips twitching with self-deprecation at how she’d so easily turned the tables on him, he leaned low and took her mouth, sliding his tongue in to snatch the next command from her, savouring it as he did her bidding.
One kiss tumbled into another until he was far too soon on the heady precipice. ‘I need to be inside you.’ It wasn’t a sophisticated confession, meant to arouse. It was a raw need plumbed from his soul.
And when her eyes went liquid and she spread her thighs in sinful invitation, it was all he could do not to bow his head in supplication. Gritting his teeth to claw back more control, he positioned himself where he needed to be, where he craved to be more than he wanted to take his next breath, and he thrust home.
Her guttural shout rose as high as the tall walls, then caved back in on them in the sweetest surround sound, making his back bow in unadulterated bliss. ‘Santo cielo,’ he grunted, his vision blurring with the sheer pleasure of possessing her.
A little terrified he would lose it if he wasn’t careful, he blinked hard and fixed his gaze on her, taking note of what pleased her. What made her entire being shake. And when he found the key, he turned it in that lock, earning himself a treasure trove of wild passion.
‘There you go. Is that what you want?’ he demanded hoarsely.
