Best of Bosses 2008(51)

Her breath caught. ‘Oh-h-h. Yes.’

‘Interesting.’ He nibbled her shoulder. ‘There I was, teaching you about making coffee, and you were thinking about having sex with me.’

‘I was not.’

‘You just admitted it.’

‘I was paying attention. I made notes. And might I remind you that I made you a perfect latte on your birthday? With a rosetta. Free-poured.’

‘So you did.’ He nuzzled the sensitive spot behind her ear. ‘But you were still thinking about having sex with me.’

‘May I point out that I’m not the one who invaded your bed—stark naked?’

His hand slid downwards over her abdomen. ‘I can’t help it if I sleepwalk. And sleepwalkers normally return to their own bed. Technically, this happens to be my bed.’ He smoothed his hand along the curve of her hip. ‘And may I point out that you’re just as naked as I am?’

Skin to skin. ‘So what do you have in mind?’

‘Lying here with you in my arms is good.’ He gently bit her earlobe. ‘But I think I’d prefer it if you faced me.’ He moved back slightly to give her room to turn round.

‘That’s better,’ he said, brushing his mouth lightly against hers.

His gaze was even hotter, now.

‘You have the sexiest curves I’ve ever seen.’ He stroked the curve of her waist and hip. ‘You turn me on, Fran. In a big way.’ His hand drifted along her outer thigh. ‘And, just so you know, I don’t make a habit of this. I can’t even remember the last time I dated someone, let alone anything else.’ The smile vanished from his eyes. ‘I might be a bit out of practice.’

‘That makes two of us, then.’ The same fear suddenly gripped her. ‘Gio. I don’t want to disappoint you.’

‘You’re not going to.’ He held her gaze. ‘Let me show you why.’ His hand covered hers, warm and strong, and gently drew it down to his erect shaft. Curved her fingers round it. ‘Feel what you do to me?’

It was obvious that he was in the same state as she was. So turned on that the world was spinning. She wasn’t aware of anything else except Gio—the warmth and hardness of his body, the feel of his skin skating against hers, the heat in those oh-so-sexy blue eyes, the way his mouth tilted up at the ends, inviting a kiss.

An invitation she couldn’t resist. She wriggled closer, caught his lower lip between hers, nipped gently until he gasped and opened his mouth and let her deepen the kiss. Let her take the lead. Kissing and touching and stroking until they were both at fever pitch.



Fran blew his mind. Simple as that. The way her fingertips skated over Gio’s skin made every nerve end shimmer. And the feel of her mouth against his throat drove him crazy.

He took his time exploring her body. Stroking her skin. Kissing. Nuzzling. Nibbling. Discovering the sensitive spots that made her gasp and arch up to him when he touched her.

By the time his mouth had worked its way down to her midriff, her breathing was shallow and her voice was husky, and she was quivering with the same intense need he felt. Because, good as this was, it wasn’t enough. He needed to be inside her. Needed the ultimate closeness.

‘I want you so badly, it hurts,’ he whispered.

‘Then make love with me, Gio,’ she whispered back. ‘I’m going crazy here too. I need you. Inside. Me.’ A tremor ran through her body. ‘Now.’

He didn’t need telling twice. He rummaged in the top drawer of the little cabinet next to his bed—oh, please let that box of condoms still be there. To his relief, it was. A quick glance at the bottom reassured him they were still in date.

And then at last Fran was leaning back against a pile of pillows, her hair mussed and her lips parted and those beautiful cornflower-blue eyes all warm and inviting, and he was kneeling between her thighs. He dipped his head to kiss her as he eased into her warm, wet heat.

This was what they both wanted. Both needed.

Had he been dreaming about this when he’d been sleepwalking? Was that why he’d come here to his bed?

But it didn’t matter. Because the real thing was, oh, so much better than a dream. Watching Fran’s eyes widen with pleasure, feeling her breasts tightening against his chest, hearing the little breathy sighs she made as his thrusts took her higher and higher. He was aware of the pleasure rising through his own body, growing tighter and tighter. Of the softness of her skin. Of the way her body rippled round his, the tiny incoherent murmurs of pleasure she made—pleasure that echoed in his own body.

He heard her cry out his name, and then they were both falling over the edge, spinning down and down and down.