Page 31 of The Venetian One-Night Baby

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When Sabrina came downstairs, Max had unpacked the car and loaded the fridge with the food he had brought. She was touched by how much effort he had put into making their weekend away so stress-free for her. She hadn’t had to do anything but pack her overnight bag.

He came back into the sitting room with a glass of fresh orange juice and some nibbles on a plate. ‘Here you go. I’ve just got to warm up the dinner.’

Sabrina took the juice and smiled. ‘Who knew you were so domesticated?’

‘Who indeed?’

He sat down beside her and slung his arm along the back of the sofa near her shoulders. His fingers played with the loose strands of her hair, making her scalp tingle and her skin lift in a frisson of delight. ‘Not too tired?’ he asked.

She leaned forward to put her juice on the coffee table in front of the sofa, then sat back to look at him. ‘Not too tired for what?’

His eyes did that sexy glinting thing. ‘No way am I making love to you until you’ve had something to eat, young lady.’

Sabrina shifted so she was straddling his lap, her arms going around his neck. ‘But what if all I want right now is you?’

He ran his hands down the length of her arms, his touch lighting fires along her flesh. ‘Those pregnancy hormones really are going crazy, hey?’

She had a feeling it had nothing to do with her hormones. It had everything to do with him. How he made her feel. ‘Could be.’ She brought her mouth down to his, meeting his lips in a kiss that sent a river of flame straight to her core. She could feel the pulsing ache of her body pressed so close to the burgeoning heat of his. The surge of his male flesh reminding her of the erotic intimacy to come.

He drew in a harsh breath as if the leash on his self-control had snapped. One of his hands going to the back of her head to keep her mouth crushed to his. His tongue thrust between her lips, meeting hers in a hot sexy tangle that sent another shiver racing down her spine.

Sabrina set to work on undoing the buttons on his shirt, peeling it away from his body so she could touch his warm hard flesh. He slid his hands under her top, the glide of his slightly calloused hands on her naked skin making her ache for his possession. He deftly unclipped her bra and brought his hands around the front of her body to cradle her breasts. His thumbs stroked back and forth over her nipples, turning them into achingly hard peaks that sent fiery shivers to her core.

‘God, you’re so damn sexy I can hardly control myself.’ His voice was deep and sounded like it had been dragged over a rough surface.

‘Don’t control yourself, then.’ Sabrina licked his lower lip, relishing in the way he shuddered at her touch. ‘You can do what you want to me if you’ll let me do what I want to you, okay?’

He didn’t answer but drew in a ragged breath and brought his mouth back to hers in a long drugging kiss that involved tongues and teeth and lips and mutual desire so ferocious it threatened to engulf them both.

Sabrina wrenched at his belt fastening, finally getting it undone and tugging it through the lugs of his trousers. She tossed it to the floor over her shoulder and it landed in a snake-like slither on the carpeted floor. She wriggled down off his lap, quickly removing the rest of her clothes, a frisson passing over her flesh when she saw his eyes feasting on her. It amazed her how quickly his body responded to hers and how quickly hers responded to his. Even now she could feel the tight pulses and flickers of need deep in the core of her womanhood, the tender flesh swelling in high arousal, the blood pumping through her veins at breakneck speed.

‘Take your trousers off.’ Sabrina was a little shocked at how forthright she was being. Shocked but thrilled to be discovering her sensual power. For so many years she had doubted herself, felt ashamed and insecure. But with Max she felt powerfully sexy and feminine. There was no room for shame, only room for the celebration of her sensual awakening.

He stood and stepped out of his trousers, his expression a mixture of rampaging desire and caution at what she might do to him. She pushed him back down on the sofa, bending down on her knees in front of his seated form. ‘Now I get to play naughty girl with you.’

Max sucked in another breath and put his hands on her shoulders. ‘You don’t have to do that—’

‘I want to.’

‘Oh, God...’ He groaned as her hands encased him, moving up and down in massaging strokes the way he had taught her. But she wanted more. She wanted to taste him the way he had tasted her.

Sabrina gave him one long stroke with her tongue from base to tip, delighting in the whole-body shudder he gave. It gave her the impetus to keep going, to torture him with her tongue the way he had done to her. She stroked him again with her tongue, back and forth like she was enjoying her favourite ice cream, casting him wicked temptress glances from beneath half-mast lashes. His breathing rate increased, his body grew more and more tense, every muscle and sinew struggling to keep control. Sabrina opened her mouth over him, drawing him in, sucking and stroking until he was groaning in blissful agony.

Max pulled himself away before he came, breathing hard, his eyes glazed with lust. ‘Not all the way, sweetheart.’

‘Why won’t you let me?’

He got to his feet and picked her up in his arms. ‘Because I have other plans for you.’

She linked her arms around his neck and shivered in anticipation. ‘Ooh, that sounds exciting.’

He gave her a glinting smile and walked up the stairs, carrying her as if she weighed no more than one of the cushions off the sofa. When they got to the master bedroom, he laid her on the bed and came down beside her, his thighs in an erotic tangle with hers. He cupped one of her breasts in his hands, bringing his mouth down to take her tight nipple into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around its pointed tip, then gently drew on her with a light sucking motion that sent arrows of heat to her core. He moved to her other breast, pleasuring her with the gentle scrape of his teeth and the flick and stroke of his tongue.

Sabrina moved restlessly beneath him. ‘Please. I want you so much...’ Her body was throbbing with the need to feel him inside her. The hollow ache between her legs was unbearable, every nerve primed and poised for the erotic friction it craved.

‘I want you too, so damn much, I’m nearly crazy with it.’ He moved down her body, holding her hips with his hands as he kissed her abdomen from her belly button down to the top of her mound. She drew in a sharp breath as his mouth came to the heart of her desire. He separated her with the stroke of his tongue, moving along her sensitive flesh in a series of cat-like licks that made every hair on her head shiver at the roots.

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