A Place in the Sun(45)

I smirked and repeated the movement, gently…gently brushing the tip of my middle finger inside her.

Her hand shot up to my bicep, wrapping around and digging into my skin. She wanted me to feel what she was feeling, to return pieces of the sensations I was giving her. I wouldn’t let her. I bent down and took her earlobe between my teeth, biting down gently as I slid the rest of my finger inside her. She was tight there and though she was the one moaning and brushing herself up against my palm, I was starting to unravel. I knew how good she felt and now, there was no going back. I’d be inside of her if it killed me.

“Gianluca,” she begged, bringing me back to Earth.

I’d stilled there for too long, trying to catch hold of the moment, but she was impatient. I looked down and half growled, half moaned at the sight of my hand disappearing beneath her lace. Her legs had spread wide across the cream-colored sheets, no longer from my goading. No, she’d spread her legs herself, giving me all the signal I needed to keep going.

I rubbed circles there, faster and faster until she was breathing heavily and shaking beneath me. I could feel the waves starting to crash within her. They came gently and I circled with a steady rhythm, not so fast that she felt rushed, but enough to keep the sensations growing steadily, until the moment she finally came apart beneath me and I watched her shake and quiver, eyes pinched closed, hands clutching the sheets, head thrown back, and a delicious red flush covering her from chin to navel.

I gave her no time to recover. The last wave was still receding and I covered her with my body, dropping my mouth to hers and gliding my tongue past her lips. We were starved for each other, going at it like the world was ending in minutes, not millennia.

Georgie’s porcelain hands found my jeans, and hesitated there for only a moment before dipping inside and wrapping her hand around me. I tugged on her forearm to pull her back. I wasn’t finished with her; I needed days of tasting and touching her before I’d let her make me come.

“Let me.”

I stilled.

“Let me, please.”

She pressed the words against my neck until there was no hope of resisting.

Her hand brushed up and down, tentative at first, and then she was the one directing the show, pushing my shoulders back so I fell against the bed with her climbing up on top of me. It was a terrible torture, Georgie straddling my hips, topless and playing the seductress.

“You know, men back in London spend hours in the gym every day trying to make their bodies look like yours.”

Her small hands were everywhere: on my chest, my shoulders, down my abs, then, unzipping my jeans.

“You just work outside, soaking up the sun here in paradise. And did you know you smell like the sea? This fresh scent that nearly kills me every time I’m near you.” She kept talking, but I couldn’t process her words. With Georgie’s hands on me, she might as well have been speaking Japanese.

“Gianluca—”

I stretched my hands up and cupped her breasts, cradling them in my palms and brushing my thumbs across her beaded nipples.

“Gianluca.”

I hummed, finally moving my gaze up to her mouth. She was speaking, but I was staring at her lips. They were so lovely, full and swollen from our morning together.

“You’re not listening!”

She brushed my hands away from her chest and I grinned. “I wasn’t,” I admitted. “Now I am.”

“Have you got any condoms here? Maybe up in the top room?”

I nearly choked. “God no. My nonna lived here, Georgie. I doubt there’s anything in these bedside drawers except dusty bibles.”

She laughed, then looked at me hungrily with a mischievous grin.

“We’ll just have to find other ways to occupy ourselves, then,” she said, finally working my jeans off. “Maybe you could find one of those bibles and brush me up on the Old Testament?”

“I don’t think that will work,” I said, playing along with her game.

“And why is that?” she asked, wrapping her hands around me and bending down low with her mouth.

“Because,” I rasped. “I have a feeling we’re about to break a few commandments…”

She laughed, and then realizing the limitations of our lack of protection, her smile faded.

“There’s no rush,” I promised her. “Next time we’ll come prepared, yes?”

I was already moving my hands back to her hips, gripping her there and rocking her gently back and forth on my lap. The feel of her lace was burning me from the inside out. What need was there for condoms? I meant what I’d said; there was no rush. I wanted to stretch out our time together, to revel in the possibilities. After all, it’d been five years since I’d felt a woman I loved on top of me.





GIANLUCA AND I were still in bed when Katerina showed up early for our lunch. I’d forgotten all about it (my mind was a bit occupied, thank you). After I’d ignored her calls the night before, I’d placated her with promises of a long lunch, but she’d shown up early, shouting my name into the quiet building.

“Oh shit,” I hissed, leaping up off the bed and turning in circles for my clothes.

Gianluca propped himself up on his elbows on the bed, watching me flit around the room with an easy, sated smile.

The bastard.

“Get up! Get up!”