Proof of Their Sin(54)

She couldn’t help wriggling her cheeks into his sure hands.

He paused long enough to groan with approval and say, “I’m trying to hang on to control here, cara. Help me out.”

“I like it when you lose control,” she said, then bit her lips together.

He flashed her a look that was a little incredulous, a little wary, and very, very dangerous. A muscle pulsed in his jaw as he lowered to squat before her, drawing her pants down her legs without any increased urgency, but a fresh, very thick sexual tension imbuing his movements.

“We’re going to keep these on for a minute,” he said as he threaded her pants over her shoes, one hand steady on her hip to keep her balanced. “Because there’s something I need to tell you.” He threw her pants away and gazed at her nude limbs. The angle of her high heels contracted the lithe muscles of her thighs and calves, elongating her legs and making her feel strong even though she was nearly shaking with nervous arousal.#p#分页标题#e#

“What?” Lauren prompted, voice a husky whisper deep in her throat.

“I.” He made her wait as he wound his gaze down to her polished toenails. One finger traced the cheeky strap around her ankle, then his gaze climbed up her shin and knee to the length of her thigh where he stared a long time. “Am a leg man. And yours are exquisite.” He followed the path with his hands, drifting his caressing touch up sensitive skin and twitching calves, smoothing the backs of her thighs to her backside so his long fingers teased the sensitive globes of her bottom through the silk of her underpants.

Lauren’s stomach flip-flopped, making her exhale through a tickling sensation that was in her nerves and muscles and blood. Wild sensations made her legs quiver and she shifted self-consciously.

Paolo slid one hand down to her ankle. “I have been stealing looks for years, cucciola mia. Today I can look and touch and kiss...” His knowing fingers found the sensitive skin at the back of her knee, making her reflexively shift her weight and retract her leg.

His strong grip at her hip kept her steady on one shoe while he bent her knee and brought her inner thigh to his mouth so he could nuzzle his hot, firm lips against her skin, grazing damp kisses that incited her to mewl in distress.

“I won’t let you fall,” he murmured reassuringly, shoulder muscles flexing under her grasping hands as she tried to balance.

“It’s not that. I—” Lauren swallowed, dizzy and a little frantic. Her fingers dived into his hair to stop what he was doing to her and when she had both feet on the ground she instinctively pressed her thighs together, trying to ease the throbbing pulse between them.

Paolo chuckled softly, his breath on the lace triangle a sinful caress. He hooked his finger in them and tugged one side down.

With Paolo’s sultry eyes holding hers in a kind of trance, Lauren let her thighs relax so he could drag the scrap of lace and silk down to her knees.

They dropped around her ankles and he sat back on his heels for a long, unabashed study.

“Step out of them.” It was a graveled command, but his knuckles showed white where his hands rested on his thighs. The rise and fall of his chest was uneven.

Seduced by how affected he was, she brazenly lifted one foot then the other, setting her feet down well on either side of the abandoned lace.

Paolo’s breath hissed in and he lifted his gaze in an agonizingly slow and sensual drift upward, making each square inch of her tremble and burn. Her thighs shivered, the secretive place between dampened with liquid heat, pulsing for the breach of his thick shaft. Her stomach quivered under the impact of his gaze and her breasts thrust upward again, this time in proud invitation as she took a constricted breath.

Like an animal scenting his mate, his nostrils flared and he rose in a rush of power, overwhelming her in a heartbeat with his looming size. But his grip was gentle as he pulled her into him, crushing her naked front into his clothed one while he took her mouth in a rapacious kiss.

They both opened their lips in passionate hunger. The flick of his tongue was a claiming and they were pulled into the undertow of suppressed desire released at last.

Every blood vessel in her body lit up where she pressed to him, like polarity on a magnet gravitating to its source of attraction. Her skin flooded with sensitivity and she couldn’t help rubbing the aching orbs of her breasts into the friction of his shirt. The tips stung with need.

Paolo made a noise in his throat that was pure, frustrated predator. She understood. He was roaming his hands over her, melding her to him as though he could absorb her through his skin. She couldn’t reach enough of him, but his clothes were in the way. Both wanted the offending garments gone and neither wanted to pull away to remove them.#p#分页标题#e#