Page 25 of One Naughty Night (Single in South Beach)

Especially sex with a man who kissed like Renzo.

“You will with me.” He slid his finger deep inside her and teased one taut nipple with his other hand. “Keep your eyes open so I can tell when you’re close.”

She’d been on the verge of telling him he didn’t know what he was talking about. Obviously she knew her body better than him. But the words stayed trapped in her throat as a wave of pleasure rippled up her spine. What if…

Her thoughts fractured as she simply nodded instead, her body making demands even before her brain could process them. But that was a good thing when it came to pleasure, wasn’t it? Maybe he really could give this to her.

“You like that, Esme?” His dark eyes watched her steadily, cataloging her reactions.

And that was a whole other kind of hot.

She pushed her hips toward him in answer, savoring his touch. His body. His confidence. Hell, she even liked the heat of his words whispered against her ear.

“That’s so good,” he murmured, his thumb tracing circles around her clit while his finger worked her insides. “I bet you’ll like this even more.”

In an instant, he bent to kiss the peak of her breast, to lap at her with careful thoroughness. All the while, his fingers plied her sex with same teasing motion around and around until…

Pleasure seized her, held her, then flooded through her whole body in a tidal wave that kept pulling her under for more and more.

She lay back on the sofa table, a piece of furniture she’d never be able to look at the same way again, awareness flitting back to her by slow degrees. When she finally propped herself up on an elbow, she was fully prepared to lavish every kind of sensual attention she could dream up on the man who had just show her the light—stars, comets and all.

How was it possible that he’d known just how to touch her? Or maybe it hadn’t been about what he did so much as him. Renzo.

But as awareness returned and she met his gaze once more, she remembered he hadn’t just enjoyed the overflow of pleasure she had. He wasn’t ready for sensual teasing. No, judging by the fact that he was now totally naked, hard as steel and sheathed in a condom he must have scavenged from some secret stash of his own, Esme guessed he only wanted one thing right now.

The thought that this big, gorgeous man wanted her sent another kind of pleasure floating through her.

“I’m ready for more,” she assured him, stroking a hand down his chest. “I want all of you.”

He gripped her thighs, steadying her. He eased his way inside her, inch by inch, allowing her to adjust to him. She adored that careful attention to her body. But she also wanted him to understand that she meant it when she said she was ready for him. Locking her ankles around his hips, she took more of him, her until her nails flexing into his shoulder when he was seated all the way.

He pulled back to stare down at her, study her. “Are you okay? Esme?”

Her pulse fluttered at the tender concern in his voice and she told herself not to over think what they were doing. It was sex.

Phenomenal sex, but just sex nevertheless.

And she planned to enjoy every heady second of it.

“I’m fine. Better than fine.” She gripped the hard muscle of his butt and pulled his hips back to hers. “I need all of you.”

Renzo met her demand over and over again. Their bodies strained together, finding new ways to please each other. She bit his shoulder. He tugged her hair. And every single time he slid into her, her feminine muscles shivered with pleasure. By the time his release hit him, she felt the stirrings of a second orgasm of her own, enough to make her wonder if she might be able to find simultaneous pleasure with him one day.

Assuming this wasn’t their only night together.

Her brain was too fuzzy with good endorphins to wade through what that might mean right now. Instead, he carried her into the bedroom after that. Where they repeated the whole delectable process again. And again.

Each time he sought new ways to make her reach the peak she never thought she could with a man. Each time she shoved aside any thought of the consequences of her night with Renzo. He could be her business partner in the morning.

Tonight he was the most amazing lover she would ever have. And as night stretched into morning, she told herself she could allow the indulgence of lying beside him in the warm intimacy of her bedroom even after they’d spent themselves. The heaven of having a hard male body beside hers in bed was another pleasure she hadn’t given herself in years. Surely it would be okay to revel in this temporary bliss.

She could close her eyes for a few minutes and simply enjoy the moment.

ChapterEight

Esme had the feeling her few minutes had turned into quite a few hours when she pried an eyelid open to an obnoxious amount of sunshine streaming through her window blinds. Her hand flew to the other side of her bed before she’d even decided whether she wanted to find a man over there or not.

Empty.

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