Living the Charade(25)

So he did.

Lightly. Gently. Just their mouths and his hand on her face connecting them.

And maybe he would have stopped so that they could eat the dinner he'd  prepared, but after the slightest of hesitations she rose onto her toes,  flattened herself against his chest and he was lost.

His hands moved to span her waist and curled beneath the fabric of her  T-shirt to sweep up and down the smooth skin of her back. She whimpered.  He groaned, angled his head, took the kiss deeper, his mouth hardening  as the hunger inside him threatened to consume them both.

Her hands found his hair; his found her breasts. Those perfect round breasts.

'Miller...' Her name was a deep rasp and she wrenched her mouth from  under his as his thumbs flicked across both nipples at once. She arched  into his hands, her back curving like an archer's bow, and he growled  his appreciation, pushing her bra cups down to pluck at her velveteen  flesh more firmly.

Her sensitivity and responsiveness completely undid him, and he lifted her and turned to place her on the stone bench.

'Valentino.'

Her desire-laden sigh stalled him. He pulled in a tanker full of air  and tried to steady himself as his eyes met hers. He flicked his tongue  over his lips and saw her pupils dilate as she watched him.

Forking a hand through her thick waves, he forced her eyes up to his.  'Miller, I want to be inside you more than I've wanted anything in my  life. Tell me you want the same,' he ordered gruffly.

He felt the thrill of desire race through her and her lips parted, her  fingernails digging into his shoulders. 'Yes. I feel...I want the same  thing.'

Tino's eyes grew heavy with fierce male triumph and his hands  confidently moved to the waistband of the sweats she wore. 'Lift up.'

He dragged the pants down her legs, admiring her red lace panties  before they dropped to the floor. 'God, I love your lingerie.' He spread  her thighs wide and pulled her forward until her bottom was balanced on  the edge of the bench. 'Take off the T-shirt and bra.'

She complied, and he leaned forward to capture one pointed nipple into  his mouth. He suckled her. Bit down lightly. His hands steadied her hips  as she jerked under the lash of his tongue. She was perfect.

'Beautiful,' he breathed. He switched his attention to her other  breast, loving the feel of her fingers speared into his hair, holding  his head hard, her small whimpers of arousal testing his self-control.

He felt her hips push against his restraining hold and knew she was  seeking pressure at her core. Pressure he couldn't wait to give her. He  moved one hand between her legs and urged her thighs wider, opening her,  his eyes momentarily closing as he revelled in the feel of his hand  sliding through her curls and over her delicate folds. She was already  wet and his middle finger slipped easily inside her. She made a sound  like a sob, her hands clutching at him as he stroked her sweet spot with  his thumb.                       
       
           



       

His erection jerked in an agony of wanting.

Soon, he promised himself. He curved his other hand around the nape of  her neck and pulled her eager mouth back to his, adding another finger  into her body and setting up a steady rhythm.

She groaned, a deep, keening sound, and ground herself against his  hand. He felt the urgent lift of her body that signalled she was close  to coming, but as much as he wanted to feel her orgasm gripping his  fingers he wanted something else more.

'Lean back on your elbows.'

He waited while she shifted the empty soup bowl out of her way and then  he bent forward and nuzzled her, his tongue stroking and teasing the  bundle of nerve endings at the top of her sex.

She bucked against him so hard she nearly dislodged him, and he wound his arms around her waist.

'Damn, Miller, you taste so good.'

His husky words sent her over the edge and she came like a shot around  his tongue. He nearly disgraced himself in his own kitchen.

Calling on every ounce of focus, he rode her orgasm with her. Then he  stood, rose above her, pulled his T-shirt up over his head and shucked  his jeans around his ankles. Her head was still thrown back on her  shoulders, her breasts pushed high, her body open for his viewing  pleasure. His eyes drank in the sheer beauty of her for all of two  seconds and then he shifted closer, positioning himself between her  splayed thighs before-

Condom.

Right. Hell.

He reached around and pulled one out of his back pocket, sheathed himself.

'Are you always this prepared?'

Her husky words and wary gaze stayed him. His usual approach would be  to make a sarcastic quip. Keep things light. But her scent was warm on  his tongue and for some reason he couldn't conjure up anything light.

'No. But after touching you on the beach Saturday I've dreamt of nothing else since.'

'Nothing else?'

Her tone was teasing and it gave him permission to tease her back. 'Maybe my mother's lasagna.'

She smiled, her eyes slumberous as she took him in. His erection throbbed under her perusal and her startled eyes flew to his.

His hands tightened on her hips. 'Do you want me to stop?' The words  felt as if they were ripped out of his throat with a pair of pliers, but  he needed to be sure she was totally on board with this.

Her eyes held his. 'Would you?'

'Of course.' Though it might kill him.

'No, I don't want you to stop.' She leaned forward, gripped him in her  palm. She closed her eyes as her fingers explored him. 'I want to feel  you inside me.'

He wanted that too-so badly his legs were shaking with need. He pulled  her hands from his body before he lost it. 'Open your eyes.' His voice  was a husky command and it seemed for ever before she raised her sleepy  gaze to his. 'I want to see your eyes as I fill you.'

Her eyes widened and her tongue touched her lips as she nodded.

'Hold on to me.' She draped her arms along the line of his shoulders  and gripped the back of his neck. Tino pulled her firm breasts against  his torso and lifted her.

He'd intended to take her hard, his instinct to plough himself into  her, but some sense of civility whispered that this first time he might  hurt her, so instead he lowered her with as much care as he could.

Even so, he felt the hiss of air against his temple as her body encircled him.

She was tight. So tight. He stilled. 'Are you okay?' Sweat beaded his  forehead as he forced himself not to jam her on top of him.

She wriggled her hips and adjusted herself around his girth and his head nearly came off.

'Now I am.' Her voice was so damned sexy. Like her smell. 'You're just...big.'

Women had told him that before, but never had those words sounded so sweet.

'You can take me,' he growled, kissing her brow.

'I think I already have.' There was laughter in her voice and then he shifted his hips and surged forward, giving her more.

'Or not.' She groaned. 'I want more.'

God, so did he.

'Hook your legs around my waist.' He could barely speak. The urge to  pound into her was overwhelming but he needed a soft surface for what he  was about to give her-otherwise she'd end up black and blue.

Somehow he made it to his bed, but when he fell on top of her he was so  close to coming he didn't hold back. Her body clung to his as if it had  been made just to please him, and when he felt another orgasm building  inside her he didn't know how he managed to hold off long enough to take  them both over the edge together, but he was so damned glad he had.

God, had sex ever been this good?

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Miller lay still, unable to move, and yet stricken with the urge to run  for her life. She had just had wild, unrestrained sex with one of the  beautiful people. Someone so far removed from her real world she  couldn't even leap to see the platform he lived on.                       
       
           



       

And it had been amazing. He'd filled her so completely, so powerfully,  all she'd been able to do was cling to him as he'd carried her into his  room and then carried them both into a miracle of erotic pleasure.

At least it had been for her. For him it was probably run of the mill.  She was probably run of the mill. Trying not to let her old insecurities  swamp her, Miller clung to what was real. Which, ironically, was that  this was fake.

Her sickness, his bringing her here-none of that had changed anything  between them. And would it matter if it had? She had her goals, her  plans for the future, and she wasn't looking for a relationship. She  wasn't looking to fall in love with anyone yet.

She understood the fundamental rule that one person always loved more  than the other, and she also knew that relationships were unstable at  best and downright destructive at worst.

And it wasn't as if Valentino was going to insist on having a  relationship with her! He'd probably prefer to be hit by one of his fast  cars. And even if he did his job took him all over the world. She knew  herself well enough to know she'd never cope with the uncertainty of  having a relationship with someone who left her all the time. Would  leave her as soon as he was bored.