One Night with Morelli(42)

                ‘It’s fine…’ he murmured as his nose brushed along the side of hers. The gentle nip at the soft curve of the trembling fullness of her lower lip sent her deeper into the sensual maelstrom that held her enthralled.

                ‘I love your mouth.’ His tongue traced the outline until she widened her mouth, inviting him to deepen his erotic invasion.

                They had reached his bedroom door when the buttons of his shirt gave way under the pressure of her purchase and Eve stumbled, but before she lost her balance he was able to scoop her up and carry her into the bedroom.

                His impatient kick set the door hard against the wall but he didn’t register the framed landscape on the wall vibrating hard enough to crack the glass as he closed it with his foot.

                He walked across to the bed and, pulling back the quilt to reveal crisp white sheets, he placed her on the cool silk.

                Eve pulled herself into a kneeling position, her glorious hair tumbled about her flushed face and her emerald eyes glazed with passion. She looked so totally gorgeous that it took all his will power to resist the primal need to simply sink into her and feel her close around him, but her pleasure was as important for Draco’s satisfaction as his own and he needed to be sure she was ready for him.

                Instead he left the moisture from a slow trail of kisses he pressed to her throat and straightened up.

                Kneeling there on the big bed, struggling to breathe past the tangled knot of emotion in her chest, she watched as he rid himself of his shirt.

                A hot breath snagged in her throat. She wanted him, and how could anything that felt so good be wrong? A hundred examples came to mind and she brushed them all away with fierce determination and caught hold of the unfastened ends of the belt that dangled from his belt loops.

                He smiled as she tugged, not resisting the pressure that brought him to the edge of the bed where she knelt. Eve continued to gaze up at him; he was so perfect he made her ache.

                Eve stared up at him with a mixture of fascination, awe and hunger. She had never seen anything so beautiful. There was not an ounce of spare flesh to blur the perfect definition of each individual muscle, and with his flat belly and broad powerful chest he made her think of a classical sculpture, but his skin was not stone, it was deep gold.

                He slid the belt she had held out of its loops and let it drop to the floor but left his trousers hanging low over his slim hips as he took her wrists.

                ‘I’m going to undress you now.’

                She felt a spasm of uncertainty, but quashed it. This man could have any woman he wanted and he clearly wanted her. She wasn’t even sure he saw her nod.

                * * *

                She sat there fighting to breathe and trembling as he took hold of the hem of her top and lifted it over her head, letting it fall to the floor. She had nothing but a thin camisole on under it.

                ‘Look at me, Eve.’

                When she didn’t he sank down onto his knees on the bed beside her and, taking her chin in his hand, forced her face up to his. ‘You are beautiful.’

                She quivered as his hand cupped one breast, his thumb rubbing across the turgid peak that protruded through the thin fabric. The sensation, along with the expression in his eyes, blasted all her uncertainties away.

                She responded to the pressure of his hand on her breastbone and fell back on the pile of pillows. With an impatient grunt he pulled them out from under her head until she lay flat with him over her. They kissed, deep, soul-piercing kisses that left her aching and wanting more, so much more.