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so beautiful,’ he whispered huskily as his hands roved over her. ‘Your skin is like marble.’
A small smile twitched her lips. ‘Like a statue?’
He glanced up at her, his hands now cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing over their taut peaks. ‘Like Venus de Milo.’ And then he put his mouth to her breasts and if she were a statue she came alive under him, writhing and gasping as he teased her with his tongue and lips.
She tangled her hands in his hair, arching her back and pressing against him, gasping aloud when he flexed his hips upwards and she felt the promise of what was to come, of what it would feel like to have him inside her, to be part of him. She wanted it now.
Sandro let out a shaky groan. ‘Not here, Liana. Let me take you to bed—’
‘Why do we need a bed?’ she murmured and she slid his hands up his bare chest, fingers spreading across hot skin and hard muscle.
‘Your first time—’
‘Are there rules about a woman’s first time? Does it have to be on a bed, with roses and violins?’
He let out a shaky laugh. ‘I don’t have any roses at the moment—’
‘I don’t actually like roses.’ She pressed against him, muscles she hadn’t known she had tightening, quivering. ‘Or violins.’
‘Even so—’
‘I want this.’ She might not be able to be honest about everything yet, but she could be honest about this. About this real, rushing desire she felt. ‘I want you. And I want you here, now, just like this.’
He eased away from her, but only to hold her face in his palms and search her expression. She stared back, firm in her purpose, clear-headed even in the midst of the haze of sexual desire. ‘You want me,’ he said slowly, almost wonderingly, and she leaned forward so her breasts brushed his chest and her lips touched his.
‘I want you,’ she whispered against his mouth, and then she kissed him again, another honest kiss, deeper this time, drawing everything from him even as she gave it back.
She’d never grow tired of this, she thought hazily as Sandro kissed his way down her body and her head fell back. She’d never have enough of this, of him. Her breath came out in short gasps as his fingers skimmed the waistband of her panties and then with one swift tug tore the thin cotton and tossed them aside, along with his own pyjama bottoms.
The sudden feel of his fingers against her most sensitive flesh made her let out a surprised cry, and all her muscles clenched as Sandro slid his fingers inside her.
She dropped her head on his shoulder, her fingernails biting into his back as he moved his hand with such delicious certainty and a wave of pleasure so intense and fierce it almost hurt crashed over her.
‘Sandro.’ Her breath came out in a shudder. ‘Why didn’t I know about this?’
‘Because you didn’t let yourself,’ he murmured, and as his hand kept moving her hips moved of their own accord, her body falling into a rhythm as natural as breathing.
‘I—I want you,’ she gasped, each word coming out on a pant. ‘I want you inside me.’
‘It could hurt a little, your first—’
‘Shut up about my first time,’ she cut him off on a gasp, angling her hips so she was poised over him. She met his hot gaze as she sank slowly onto him, her eyes widening as she felt herself open and stretch. Her hands gripped his shoulders, and his hands were fastened to her hips, their bodies joined in every way. ‘Nothing about this hurts.’
That wasn’t quite true. Nothing hurt, but the feel of him inside her was certainly eye-opening. Intense. And wonderful. Intimate in a way she’d always been afraid to be. To feel.
She never wanted to go back to numbness again.
Sandro’s gaze stayed on hers as he began to move, his hands on her hips guiding her to match his rhythm.
‘Okay?’ he murmured and she laughed, throwing her head back as pleasure began shooting sparks deep inside her, jolts of sensation that made speech almost impossible.
‘More than okay,’ she answered when she trusted her voice. ‘Wonderful.’
And then words failed her as sensation took over, and Sandro’s body moved so deeply inside hers she felt as if he touched her soul.
Maybe he did, because when the feelings finally took over, swamping her completely so her voice split the still air with one jagged cry of pleasure, she knew she’d never felt as close to a human being before, or ever.
And it felt more than wonderful. It felt as if he’d brought her back to life.
THEY HAD FIVE days in California, five days of seeing the sights and enjoying each other’s company and each other’s bodies. Making love.
That was what it felt like to Sandro, what it was. He was falling in love with his wife, with the warm woman who had broken through the coldness and the ice.
Looking at her as they strolled down the pier in Santa Monica, Sandro could hardly believe Liana was the same coolly composed woman he’d met two months ago. She wore a sundress in daffodil yellow, her pale hair streaming about her shoulders, her eyes sparkling and her cheeks flushed. She looked incandescent.
Her step slowed as she glanced at him, her brow wrinkling. ‘You’re giving me a funny look.’
‘Am I?’
‘Do I have ice cream on my face or something?’ She’d been eating a chocolate ice cream with the relish usually exhibited by a small child, and every long lick had desire arrowing inside him and making him long to drag her back to his house and make love to her in yet another room. So far they’d christened his study, his bedroom, the shower, the beach, and the front hall when they’d been in too much of a rush to get any farther inside. At this rate, Santa Monica pier would be next, and damn the crowds.
‘I’m just enjoying watching you eat your ice cream.’
‘Is it really that fascinating?’ She laughed and Sandro felt himself go hard as she took another lick, her pink tongue swiping at the chocolate with a beguiling innocence.
‘Trust me, it is.’
She faltered midlick as she took in the hotness of his gaze, and then with an impish little smile she leaned forward and gave him a chocolatey kiss. ‘That’s to tide you over till later.’
‘How much later?’
‘I want to walk to the end of the pier.’
Sandro groaned and took her arm. ‘You’re going to kill me, woman.’
‘You’ll die with a smile on your face, though.’
‘Or else a grimace of agony because you’re too busy enjoying your ice cream to satisfy your husband.’
She arched her eyebrows in mock innocence. ‘I believe I satisfied my husband twice today already, and it’s not even noon. I think you might need to talk to a doctor.’
‘I might,’ he agreed. ‘Or maybe you just need to stop eating ice cream in front of me.’ And then because he couldn’t keep himself from it any longer, he pulled her towards him and kissed her again, deeper this time, more than just something to tide him over until he could get her alone.
The ice-cream cone dangled from Liana’s fingers and then fell to the pier with a splat as she kissed him back, looping her arms around his neck to draw his body against her pliant softness, and he very nearly lost his head as everything in him ached to finish what they’d started right there, amidst the rollerbladers and sun-worshippers.
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