A Sicilian Husband - Kate Walker [22]
‘Teresa,’ he muttered, his voice raw and thick with desire. ‘Teresa, cara mia, bella mia…’
Terrie was lost in sensation, and the sound of Gio’s voice, the exotic traces of his accent deepened and roughened by the passion that burned deep in his eyes, made her shiver with excited anticipation. The stroke of his hands over her upper body, the fine lines of her ribcage, made her writhe in uncontrolled response. But the moment when those knowing fingers trailed upwards, drifted for sweet, tormenting moments over the silk of her bra, awakening the sensitive flesh beneath, made her freeze in sudden delighted anticipation, her breath catching sharply in her throat.
That felt so good. And it set up a stinging, burning response of hunger that radiated throughout her body, centring in a molten pool at the junction of her legs.
‘I want this…’ she muttered, her voice almost as rough as his. ‘Gio…I want…’
The sound of his slightly shaken laughter filled the space where the words had deserted her and she felt the hot pressure of his mouth on her, and then again on her cheekbone, the delicate pulse at her temple.
‘Do you think I don’t know that, angelina?’ he muttered against her skin. ‘I know what you want—and you will get it…’
Once more he kissed her softly, his hands stilling on her breasts, and a whimper of frustrated protest escaped her lips at his abandonment of the cruelly arousing caresses.
‘Don’t…’ she began, only to have her mouth captured again, the words of complaint pushed back down her throat.
‘I know what you want, cara,’ he repeated huskily. ‘It is what I want too. But I am trying to be considerate here.’
‘Con…siderate?’
It was the last thing she had expected.
‘I want to take this steady—make it good for you…’
There was a raw edge to the words that made it sound as if his control was unravelling fast, his ability to keep himself on a tight rein slipping away from him. The pulse of electrical excitement that shot through her in response made her shift against him sharply, the swell of her pelvis coming up hard against the heated shaft of his erection.
Gio’s breath hissed in sharply through his clenched teeth and one hand dropped from her breast to cup and hold her bottom, crushing her into even closer contact with the potent sign of his arousal.
‘But if you keep rubbing yourself up against me like that, then steady is not what I can be.’
‘And did I ask for steady?’
Terrie’s mouth formed into a mock-pout, smoky eyes gleaming provocatively as she looked up into his tense face.
‘Did I ask for consideration? Did I—?’
The end of her question vanished into a gasp of unexpected delight as she was grabbed, hauled into his arms, and lifted high into the air.
‘No consideration, huh?’
He swung her over towards the bed, dropping her down onto the mattress with a suddenness that brought the breath from her lungs in an ‘oof’ of surprise.
‘No steadiness…’
He was down beside her before she had recovered her breath, taking her mouth again in an almost brutal, searing kiss.
‘You asked for it, lady…’
Hands as restless as his voice tugged the delicate straps of her bra down, imprisoning her arms against her sides in the same moment that he exposed the tender flesh of her breasts. His mouth took the sensitive skin by storm, kissing, licking, even nibbling gently, along the creamy curves until he reached the swollen pink nipple. When the heat of his lips closed over the aching bud and he suckled hard, Terrie felt that she would swoon with the torment of the blend of pleasure and pain that laid siege to every nerve in her body.
‘Gio—oh, Gio…!’
His name was an incoherent litany of need and submission, tumbling