Page 29 of The Maid Married To The Billionaire

‘No,’ she exclaimed, wrenching at the zip in his trousers, fingers splaying across the hot, hard thrust of him beneath the fine material, her impatience, her need at a level of hunger she had not known she could feel.

‘I don’t want to hurt you.’

‘You’re not going to hurt me.’

As long fingers established the slick welcome at the heart of her, Enzo groaned and freed himself in frantic haste from the rest of his clothing. He tipped her back and rose over her with an urgency that finally reflected her own and plunged into her. Sensual shock rippled through her lower body, her inner walls stretching and contracting on his wonderfully effective invasion while little tremors of pleasure gathered and intensified.

‘At last,’ Enzo framed hoarsely, shifting lithely over her, lean hips circling to settle into a steady rhythm that sent every nerve ending flying and speeded up her heart rate.

Pleasure laced with feverish excitement engulfed her. She moved with him, far more a participant than she had been their first time together, but then she wasn’t, she recognised dimly, the same woman she had been even a few weeks earlier. With Enzo, she felt free, equal, safe. As the throbbing beat of desire and need in her pelvis increased, she clung to him, her fingers digging into his shoulders, head thrown back, lips parted and then her climax hit her like a battering ram, throwing her up and tossing her down again with such strength that she cried out and then gasped as the convulsions of delight and satiation followed.

Enzo pulled free of her and flopped back on the bed next to her.‘Dio,’he husked, out of breath. ‘I needed that...and in a few minutes I’m going to need it again.’

Skye laughed, wishing she didn’t want him to come back to her and hold her close.

Enzo widened his rich dark golden gaze and looked back at her.‘What?’

‘You’re so full of yourself. I bet you were like that in the cradle.’ And she stared back at him, heart lurching at the image of a little Enzo throwing his rattle away, expecting it to magically come back and very possibly receiving that amount of attention from a grandmother who, she suspected, from his occasional references, adored him. And why wouldn’t she? Enzo had likely exuded that same charisma from a very young age.

He reclined on the bed, naked and unashamed, every inch of his beautiful bronzed body on display. Men weren’t supposed to be beautiful, but Lorenzo Durante was lean, muscular and magnificent, a glorious arrangement of bone and flesh that she found impossible to resist. When had that happened? she wondered. When had her last defences gone down and left her so vulnerable? When she’d tried to walk away in spirit if not in body? It hadn’t worked, none of her failsafe plans to protect herself had worked. Enzo had also contrived to draw her in without promises. Nothing she had with him was stable or offered her a future and that terrified her because she already knew that she was falling in love with him and falling deeper and harder than she had ever dreamt possible...and in only a few more weeks, he would probably be returning to Italy.

‘What’s wrong?’

Skye veiled her eyes, wondering just how Enzo had become so attuned to her every change of mood. ‘There’s nothing wrong.’

‘There had better not be,piccolo mio.’ Enzo tugged her across the mattress and clamped an arm to her hip. ‘We’re together now.’

Skye wondered what that meant. How together? As a couple in a relationship? Or as lovers enjoying a brief fling? She reckoned, however, that, bearing in mind Enzo’s sensitivities, it was far too soon to be asking for any clarification on that score.

The next morning, Enzo was in a terrific mood and it showed. Although he had as much interest in trees and plants as Skye had in big business, he accompanied Skye and their hosts on the tour of their wintry garden. Throughout that chilly expedition, he kept a hand or an arm anchored to some part of Skye and his attentive display surprised her because she had assumed that in front of his grandparents’ friends, he would treat her more casually.

From the castle they travelled straight to the airport and boarded the jet. Skye’s mind was untethered, still wandering dizzily through the passionate night they had shared, marvelling at her lack of control and the sheer joy of letting go of her inner critic. Yes, it would hurt when Enzo moved on, as he surely would, but she was strong, she told herself sternly, and she would move on as well when the time came. After all, hadn’t she already moved on and past Ritchie?

‘Why didn’t you tell me about Ritchie turning up at the house yesterday?’ she asked Enzo abruptly, marvelling that she had actually forgotten that fact in the excitement of the night that had passed.

He sprang upright, leaning down over her to snap loose her belt, and without the smallest warning he scooped her up out of her seat into his arms.

‘Enzo!’she shrieked as he sank down with her still anchored in his arms on the other side of the aisle.

‘You were too far away,’ he pointed out just as the stewardess appeared, clearly having heard Skye cry out, and her eyes widened at the sight of them together.

Enzo angled his head to smoothly dismiss her again.

Her face hot, her bare feet draped on the arm rest, a muffled giggle escaped Skye as she finally recognised that his shameless spontaneity was one of the things she liked most about him. ‘You still haven’t answered my question.’

‘But you already know the answer.’

Her lilac eyes widened and softened as she looked up at his lean, strong face. He bent his dark head and circled her parted lips with his. Her heart pounded as an electrifying wave of sexual awareness claimed her and she tipped back her head, licking experimentally into his mouth. He responded, sucking her tongue, sending a ripple of sensation through her tautening length. Inner muscles flexed and tightened. She fought to stay in control, embarrassed by the ease with which he overwhelmed her. He ran a long, soothing finger gently down over her cheek.

‘You didn’t want to bother me,’ she said for him.

‘You deserved a break from all that. I didn’t want you worrying and feeling guilty. Alana was angrier about his visit than she was upset and you must stop blaming yourself forhisbehaviour.’

He claimed her soft, swollen mouth with urgent hunger and she trembled, hopelessly sensitised by the night she had spent in his arms and insanely aware of how much she still wanted him. Slowly he rose and settled her down in the seat opposite him. ‘Later,’ he murmured with anticipation glittering in his dark golden gaze as the jet powered into landing.

A couple of hours after that, engulfed in the noisy welcome of the children at the house, Skye gathered Shona up and straightened to approach her sister. ‘No problems...apart from Ritchie?’ she queried.

‘I almost forgot. Miss Tomkins, the social worker, called by in the afternoon to check on the kids,’ Alana imparted. ‘She said she would call in again soon.’

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