Blackmailed by the Italian Billionaire(10)

Until now.

Is this what immediate, intense attraction felt like, all hot and shivery at the same time? The alcohol was obviously affecting her brain. She took another sip, but her glass was empty, and she put it down.

“Can I have another drink?”

Luc gave her a thoughtful glance, but got up and poured her another measure before sitting down again, relaxed but watchful, waiting for her answer. Somehow, he seemed closer now, so close she could see the black ring around his green eyes, the little flecks of gold in the irises, the scar that ran down his cheek to that beautiful mouth. An almost overwhelming urge rose up inside her to reach out and stroke her fingers down the line that marred the otherwise perfect golden skin, and she had to clench her hands into tight fists to stop herself.



“You can touch me,” he said.

Was he a mind reader? She hoped not.

The reason for her being there was fading from her mind, replaced by something she’d never felt before. She was supposed to be here to find out what, if anything, Luc Severino knew about her father. But would one little touch hurt?

Her hand crept out, and she placed her fingertips against his chest. Beneath the silk of his shirt, she felt the heat radiating from his body, the slow thud of his heart. Luc held her gaze as he reached out and stroked his fingers down the line of her cheek, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He brushed his thumb across the swell of her lower lip, and a shiver ran down through her body and settled between her thighs.

When she didn’t protest, he reached forward and flicked open the top button of her dress.

“What are you doing?” she whispered.

“I watched you in the club. Do you know how much I wanted you to continue? It was only the thought of other men seeing you that made me put a stop to it.” He flicked open the second button, then the third.



He was hardly touching her, yet she could feel little jolts of sensation rippling along her nerves. Part of her wanted him to stop, but most of her desperately wanted him to continue. She shook her head in confusion.#p#分页标题#e#

“I don’t…” Her words were cut off as his mouth descended on hers. Her lips parted on a gasp as his tongue pushed, hot and moist, between her lips. Lia’s head fell back, her eyes fluttered closed. His lips moved over hers slowly, his tongue probing the depths of her mouth, and Lia’s hunger rose, welling up deep within her.

He tasted so good.

…



Luc drew back before the kiss could get totally out of control. He couldn’t remember when he’d last wanted a woman this much. Had he ever? She’d gone straight to his head along with another part of his anatomy. Heat coiled low in his belly, his penis throbbed, and he shifted uncomfortably, fighting to keep control, reminding himself that there was more to this than seduction.

He studied her from beneath his lashes, trying to determine her state of mind; the lush curves of her mouth were swollen and wet from his kiss, her eyes dazed. She’d also knocked back a hell of a lot of Scotch. He didn’t want to break the mood, but Harley’s warning echoed in his mind. It was obvious she was lying about something, and he should really find out what she was after. But not quite yet—one more kiss and she would tell him anything he wanted to know.



Tugging her to him again, he held her close and felt her soften against him. He kissed her, stroking her with his tongue, until her mouth fell open, and he slid deep inside. She gave a gasp of pleasure and her hands crept up around his neck, pulling him to her until he could feel the soft press of her small, pointed breasts against his chest. Sliding his hands inside the dress, he cupped them gently. Her nipples hardened against his palms, and she groaned against his mouth. The sound ran through him like a lightning bolt straight to his groin, and the kiss rocketed from gentle to demanding

It wasn’t enough—he needed to see her. He sat back, his breath coming fast as he made out the shadowy curves of her breasts inside the open bodice of her dress. He drew the straps down her arms so the material pooled around her slender waist. Her breasts were small but exquisitely formed, uptilted and tipped with dark strawberry nipples waiting for his touch. Framing them with both hands, he lifted them, his thumbs grazing the engorged tips. They tightened under his touch, and she whimpered her need. Smoothing his hands down to her rib cage, he raised her body up to him so he could stroke his tongue over the taut peaks, again and again, until she arched her back, begging for more. He drew one nipple into his mouth, nipping it lightly with his teeth then tugging gently.

Lia moaned low in her throat, and in that moment, he knew without a doubt that her desire matched his own.