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His Unexpected Legacy(53)

By:Chantelle Shaw


                ‘Not yet, cara,’ he murmured against her mouth before he kissed her deeply. ‘This time I promised we would take things slowly.’ This time Sergio wanted her to be reassured that he was not seeking quick satisfaction. She had accused him of withholding himself from her during their affair, and he acknowledged the truth of that. His habit of keeping his emotions locked away was too deeply ingrained, but at least he could show her how much he desired her.

                His heart kicked in his chest as he pulled her panties off and she spread her legs invitingly. He found her eagerness touching and the realisation that she wanted him as badly as he wanted her gave him hope that he had not lost her. It took all his willpower not to plunge his painfully hard erection into her slick heat, but he resisted the ache in his gut and lowered his head to inhale the sweet scent of her arousal.

                Kristen gave a startled gasp when Sergio ran his tongue up and down her moist opening, parting her so that he could bestow the most intimate caress of all. She knew he was fiercely aroused and she had assumed he was impatient to satisfy his own needs, but he was showing her with his clever fingers and wickedly invasive tongue that he was focused entirely on giving her pleasure.

                He had a magician’s skill, she thought dazedly. Her limbs trembled as he took her to the edge and held her there. The dedication he applied to arousing her made her feel cherished, and when he claimed her mouth once more and kissed her with tenderness as well as passion she knew with an ache in her heart that she was slipping under his spell and there was nothing she could do about it.

                Her breath caught in her throat as he positioned himself over her and deftly donned a protective sheath. His golden-skinned body gleamed like satin and the faint abrasion of his chest hairs against her breasts was intensely erotic. Memories of the many times he had made love to her in this room, in this bed, danced through her mind and it seemed the most natural thing in the world to lift her hips towards him as he plunged forward and drove his powerful arousal deep inside her.

                ‘Krissie...’ His voice shook, as if he recognised that the connection between them was more than the physical joining of their bodies. But as he began to move, thrusting into her with strong, measured strokes, Kristen stopped thinking and her sensory perception took over. She could hear her blood thundering in her ears, echoing the ragged sound of his quickened breathing. Faster, faster, every devastating thrust increased her excitement. She clung to his sweat-slicked shoulders while he rode her, possessed her, and just when she was sure she could not take any more, he tipped her over the edge and into the most intense orgasm of her life.

                ‘Open your eyes.’ Sergio’s voice was rough and when Kristen obeyed his command she was startled by the blazing intensity of his gaze. ‘I want you to know that it’s me you’re making love with, me who is giving you pleasure—not some other lover.’ Jealousy was a new emotion to him and it burned like acid in his gut.

                ‘I haven’t had any other lovers.’ She knew as she said the words that she had revealed too much of herself, but strangely she did not care that she had made herself even more vulnerable. She could not lie, and she was glad she had been truthful when he breathed her name like a prayer and kissed her mouth with aching sweetness.

                ‘Tesoro...’ Sergio’s iron control finally snapped and he climaxed violently, his head thrown back and his throat moving convulsively as he pumped his seed into her and his big body shuddered.

                In the aftermath of their passion he lay on top of her, his dark head resting on her breasts. Kristen’s heartbeat gradually slowed and she became conscious of her surroundings once more. The bright sunlight streaming through the slatted blinds made her realise that she had no idea of the time. Her frantic journey to Sicily and the hours that she had spent taking care of Nico while he had been ill had played havoc with her body clock.

                The strident peal of the phone was an unwelcome intrusion, and as Sergio rolled off her and answered it she was hit by a cold blast of reality. Nothing had changed. They had had mind-blowing sex, but now it was business as usual. His commitment to the Castellano Group was total, and he had probably already forgotten her and was focused on the next big deal.