A Sicilian Husband - Kate Walker [51]
‘Y-yes…’
Definitely not so sure this time. And even though she had taken several hasty steps backwards, his steady advance seemed to be gaining on her.
‘Is that a challenge, cara?’
A challenge? Now she was totally bemused. How could he take her total rejection of his advances as a challenge to something more?
She soon learned. A moment later her backwards movement was halted as first her foot, and then her shoulders came up against the wall. There was nowhere she could go. And Gio was still coming closer.
‘Gio…’
She tried to make his name a sound of warning, but knew she had either failed or was being totally ignored as he came even closer, moving right in front of her, trapping her in the corner with the bulk of his body.
‘Hands off, hmm? Well, fine, if that’s the way you want it, carina. But there are plenty of other ways…’
She could read what was coming from the look in his eyes and frantically turned her face to left and right, trying to avoid him. But Gio imprisoned her by pressing the hard length of his body up against hers—his hands firmly down by his sides, while, as she had anticipated, his mouth sought hers.
And there was no way she could avoid his kiss. Even though she twisted this way and that, she knew he would defeat her soon. In the end it came sooner than she had expected, because when he saw that she was determined to resist him he gave up on the direct approach, and went for a more subtle form of enticement. Terrie’s heart jumped in startled reaction as she felt the warmth of his mouth at the base of her neck, lingering softly on the point where her frantic pulse raced. And even as she stilled, unable to do anything but relax into enjoyment of the caress, he started to move, kissing his way slowly up and over her sensitive skin.
‘There are more ways to make love to a woman than with your hands, belleza,’ he murmured against her quivering flesh. ‘More ways to caress than by touching…’
And as Terrie froze into immobility, unable to resist, to fight the sensations that were sparking through her, he proceeded to demonstrate exactly what he meant.
He used his mouth like a delicate instrument of pleasure, smoothing, kissing, lapping at her skin. He even made one or two delicate, nipping little bites that had her crying out, in spite of the efforts she made to bite her lip against the betraying sound.
He kissed his way up the slender line of her throat, traced the line of her jaw where a muscle she couldn’t control jumped in frantic response. He trailed his tongue around the coils of her ear, sending shivers of reaction through each connecting delicate nerve, and so to every sensitised part of her body. His lips pressed her eyelids shut so that the enforced darkness heightened every sensation she was experiencing, and it was only when she was a pliant, quivering wreck of uncontrolled response that he finally took her mouth in a deep, impassioned and demanding kiss.
‘Open to me, adorata,’ he murmured against her softening lips. ‘Open to me and let me show you how a man kisses the woman whose image has haunted his dreams, kept him from sleeping, kept him from eating… The woman who is driving him crazy…’
She meant to fight him. Terrie told herself that she wanted to resist…but her body had other ideas. Her bones seemed to melt, her knees buckling weakly in the heat of the desire that seared along every nerve. She could only be grateful for the solidity of the wall at her back, the pressure of Gio’s mouth against hers that held her head still and upright.
And still he hadn’t touched her; his hands were braced firmly against the paintwork, a couple of feet from her body on either side.
And that was not what she wanted. Her body was aching, yearning, demanding. Her breasts seemed swollen, heavy and full, just wanting—needing the caress of those long, knowing fingers, the heat of his palms against their peaking nipples. But Gio was resolute, ruthless in his control, using only his mouth to pleasure her. And that pleasure, combined with the subtle cruelty of his control, only made her want him all the