Page 118 of Sicilian Sunset

Surprised, he takes it. “Don’t worry, it’s not an engagement ring,” I tease.

Tiero opens the lid, and his eyes widen.

“I saw this in a shop this afternoon, and it roared ‘buy me, buy me’. So I did.” I beam up at him, the upset of the kitchen incident forgotten for the moment. “Now you have something to remember me by as well.”

“Wow. This is magnificent,” Tiero says, his eyes searching mine.

He pulls out the tiepin from the black velvet cushion and holds it up to the light. The lion head that’s so like his tattoo stares back at him—it’s just a hell of a lot smaller.

“I couldn’t believe my luck. The tiny sapphires for his eyes blew me away… just like the lion on your back.”

He nods, still looking at it in awe. “I will treasure this forever.”

Bending down, he kisses me gently. “Thank you, angel.”

Then he shows me just how grateful he is. He scoops me up into his arms and carries me like a bride into the master suite, where we spend the remainder of the night in the most satisfying of ways.

I wake to gentle rocking, and it takes me a minute to remember where I am. Sunlight is streaming through the balcony doors, and I stretch my limbs with a content smile on my face.

What a night.

There wasn’t much sleeping. I got the impression Tiero was determined to make me forget what happened last evening, and he fully succeeded.

God, this man has a wicked tongue, skillful hands, and even more adept fingers. This insatiable hunger for me is not something I’ve experienced… ever. And I’m all too happy to let him have his fill of me.

Talking about my sex god, where is he?

I look around the room and spot him on the lounge on the balcony, reading a book. He looks so peaceful, and I take my time drinking him in. He’s only wearing a pair of swim shorts, and his tanned, muscular chest is gleaming in the sun. My fingers itch to touch him again and run my hands all over his well-defined muscles.

My ever-present desire for him awakens and pools between my thighs. I’m still swollen from last night’s activities, but it doesn’t stop me from lusting after him. Before I follow through, though, and let myself indulge, I need to use the loo.

I get out of bed and walk naked into the bathroom. You’d never tell I’m on a boat. This room is easily as big as mine at home. Rhia and I once went on a mini cruise, and the bathroom was more like a broom closet. You could hardly turn, and I felt sorry for people who suffer from claustrophobia. Not a problem here.

As I wash my hands and face, the door opens, and Tiero enters. My eyes meet his in the mirror, and everything inside me lights up.

“Good morning, princess,” he says huskily as he steps closer to me.

Not wasting any time with small talk, he trails tiny kisses along the side of my neck, and I tip it to one side to give him better access.

“Buongiorno,” I reply on a shaky breath.

His hands sneak around to my front and travel up from my stomach to my breasts. His rock-hard erection presses against my butt—he’s ready to conquer again.

God, I need him… right about now!

As I turn my head to tell him, he takes my lips, cutting off any words. There’s an urgency in his touch that sends shivers through my body. After last night, his hunger should well and truly be sated, but it’s like a bottomless pit.

As he kneads and squeezes my breasts, his tongue demands entrance into my mouth. And when I acquiesce, he takes no prisoners, taking charge with fervor.

What’s driving him this morning?

All I can do is surrender to his onslaught. And I do it willingly.

Without taking his lips off mine, he drops his hands for a moment to pull his swim shorts down. He takes out a condom from the bathroom cabinet, sheathing himself in no time.

Finally, letting go of my imprisoned mouth, he pushes down on my back until my elbows rest on the countertop. Without further ado, he lines himself up and, in one ruthless thrust, buries himself to the hilt with a guttural roar.

I let out a small scream at the sudden invasion, his girth stretching me to the max. The burning sensation is deliciously wicked, and I close my eyes to absorb it. When I open them again, his dark eyes are glued to me in the mirror, taking in all my reactions.

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