Page 10 of Baby Mine

“I want to make love to you,” he said.

She gasped. “You never ask. You take what you want.”

“I always do. I would never enter your body unless you gave me permission.” He captured her chin and sent chills racing down her spine. She moaned when his thumb brushed across her cheek. Another kiss undermined her resolve. He grunted into her mouth while he explored its depths. When he drew back, she had to clutch his shoulders to keep from losing her balance.

“Renzo.”

He turned a hair, as if he would move away, and his cock head brushed her aching pussy. She dug her nails into his shoulders. He didn’t even wince but held still while she rested her forehead on his cheek, drawing in steadying breaths. Sure he said he wouldn’t take her unless she gave permission, but who the hell could withstand this? He’d always maintained control in their brief affair. He’d tease her with words, with a smile. A twirl around his finger with one lock of her hair, then he would flex those impressive shoulders and act as if none of it mattered, that he’d be okay with whatever she chose. When did she ever have a choice?

Jada dropped her legs and twisted around. With one fluid motion, she hoisted herself from the water and strolled across to her bikini bottom. She picked the sodden material up and scanned the area for the top. “Okay, where did you put it, Renzo? I’m not up for the games. It’s late.”

He emerged from the water, but she wasn’t in time to avert her eyes from seeing his cock, thick and long, ready to give her hours of pleasure. She swore. He approached, and to her shame, she rushed to where she’d left her towel and picked it up to wrap around her. Renzo caught the end before she could tuck it and did the honors for her. She stared up at him in surprise.

“I don’t want to trick you into making love with me, Jada. We both need it, but if you choose not to give in to your desires, I will respect that.”

She blinked. “Who are you? You never would have given up in Venice. In fact you never did. You pursued me nonstop until I was putty in your hands.”

Startling her again, he kissed her temple. “I can have your body. I want your heart.”

“What?”

She watched as he moved away and picked up his boxers. After squeezing out the excess water, he bent to put them on.

“You’re not seriously going to leave things there, are you?”

He paused. “Cara mia, you rejected me did you not?”

“I…”

He waited in silence.

“My interviews are going to be over in two days tops. I’ll have no more reason to stay in California.”

Still he said nothing.

She peered down at her breasts, hidden safely behind the plush towel. They hung a tad bit heavier now, and the nipples were more sensitive. She’d put on about five pounds, and already her hunger had increased. None of those changes dampened her sexual appetite. If she played her cards right, she could have him for two more days. Two glorious days with her legs wrapped around the most perfect of men in existence. Yes, her heart would hurt in the end, but she could survive it. She would survive it.

The knot in the towel came undone without much prodding. She let it fall to the floor, and Renzo’s hot gaze followed all the way down, only to rise at his leisure up her naked body. His big cock twitched as if eager to get physical. Her breathing went shallow, and her heart pounded a staccato beat in her chest.

She put her hands on her hips and dipped her weight into one leg. “Well?”

“Come here.” He held out a hand, and she considered resisting him. The thought that followed said the sooner she walked over there, the sooner she’d feel his strong hands roaming her body.

Standing in front of him, so close her nipples grazed his chest, she peered up at him and offered her mouth. Renzo didn’t play games. He pressed a hand in the small of her back to draw her nearer and covered her lips with his. A moan escaped her as his fingers skimmed lower to caress the curve of her ass. He thrust his tongue into her mouth while parting her cheeks and teasing her anus. The man strummed her body like an instrument, and she never failed to perform for him.

He raised his head and stared into her eyes. He captured and held her there without a touch. “Cara mia, do you know how special you are?”

Her heart skipped a beat, but she challenged him. “Am I?”

“You are, and you know it.” He ran palms over her arms. “Every time I look at you, and each time I touch you, I can’t get enough.”

“That’s lust. Any woman—”

“No other.”

Now her heart threatened to stop. “What are you—”

“Shh.” He kissed her. “Let me love your body. We will talk later.”

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