CHAPTER TWO
“I WASN’T trying to provoke you,” she denied.
He yanked his tie off and started on the buttons of his shirt. “Then I don’t want to see what you are like when you do try.”
It suddenly occurred to her that he wasn’t turning her down, but intended to get into the oversize tub with her. She smiled in pure relief. “Are you sure about that?”
He jerked his pants down, pulling his shorts with them and revealing the impressive length of his angrily throbbing erection. He really wanted her, but from the expression on his face, he wasn’t happy about it.
He stepped into the tub and pulled her to him all in one movement, rubbing his rigid length against her in a blatantly sexual gesture. “I’m not sure about much of anything with you anymore.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck, reveling in the feel of his hard muscles and heated skin against her. “I thought you were always sure of me…about everything.”
“I wish.” His mouth slammed down onto hers and there was none of the seductive finesse she’d come to expect from him.
Something had really upset him and he was barely in control. Her ultraurbane husband was showing a basic side to his nature he’d always kept carefully hidden. She doubted he even knew it was there. She had always suspected, though. She saw glimpses sometimes when they were making love, but this was the first time she sensed his control was really at risk. She didn’t mind. In fact, she loved it.
Uncomplicated passion was exactly what she needed right now to get her mind off things she could not stand to think about. She kissed him back, letting the desperation she felt translate into a physical need that more than matched his. A growl rumbled low in his chest and he deepened the kiss with a thrust of his tongue that took total possession of her mouth.
She let her fingers run down the hard contours of his chest, tangling in his black, curling hair and tugging gently.
His mouth broke from hers. “Sì, cara. You know how much I like that. Do it again.”
She did and then bent forward to taste the salt of his skin with the tip of her tongue. If only he could love her and not merely what she could do to him. But thinking along those lines would bring pain, not pleasure and she slammed the door shut on that part of her mind with a ferocious clang.
She nuzzled him, loving his scent and the feel of his warmth against her face. He was so perfect for her physically.
His big hands cupped her bottom and he lifted, rubbing his erection against the juncture of her thighs bringing forth a damp throb of response that she wallowed in. She made a mewling sound, her need so intense she dug her fingers like claws into his hot skin.
She loved him so much and in this—for right now, he was absolutely and totally hers.
She pressed her breasts against his chest and rubbed side to side, the stimulation to her aching peaks along with the way he was bringing their bodies together intimately almost enough to send her over the edge.
Suddenly he dropped into the water with her on top of him, sending hot, scented waves sloshing over the sides of the tub and onto the marble floor. He spread her legs so she straddled him and thrust upward pulling her down with a near-bruising grip on her hips. His aim was perfect and his rigid length speared into her, filling her completely in one powerful thrust.
Her body jerked at the shocking intrusion, but it didn’t even sort of hurt.
It felt so good, so right…so tight. They fit each other so absolutely perfectly in this way…how could her body make her imperfect for him in the one way that mattered most?
His mouth tore from hers. “What is it? What’s the matter?”
She stared at him, her eyes burning with tears she would never let him see. “Nothing. You feel so incredible inside me,” she panted.
“You went stiff.”
“It’s always a little tight at first.”
He smiled, masculine ego glowing from his dark eyes. “Yes, but you like it, no?”
“I love it.” I love you, she whispered deep in her heart. Forever.
“Then let me take you again.”
“Yes.”
And she did, thrilled by the lack of pain and hoping it would last the entire lovemaking session. She was careful not to take him too deep and he let her control things. She’d often teased him this way in the past and it was highly pleasurable for both of them.
Putting his head back and breathing harshly, his face contorted with pleasure, he said, “You are so good at this.”
“And you are incredible.”
He went stiff beneath her, his body filled with a tension that had nothing to do with sensual delight. “Then why do you turn me down so often lately?” he asked, his voice edged with dark emotion.