Proof of Their Sin(55)

Lauren tilted her hips, intuitively seeking contact with the hard proof of his craving for her. She lifted higher on her tiptoes at the same time. Her fingers dug through his hair and she pulled him down as she pressed her lips harder to his, yearning for everything he could give her. Now. Please.

With a curse, he dragged his head up and pressed her back a step.

She couldn’t help it. A hitch of horror and chagrin caught her. It was last night all over again.

“Dio! Don’t look at me like that! You’re pregnant. I’m not going to take you to the damned floor. I’m about to—”

Before she realized what he was doing, he had swooped low and caught his arm behind her knees, sweeping her into a cradle against his chest. His long legs took the few steps to the bed and he set her there gently, glaring with disgruntlement.

“One of us has to try to control this.”

Lauren didn’t move, too fascinated by the struggle she could see behind his scowl. His skin was dark with a flush of arousal, his movements jerky as he yanked at his clothes with brutal disregard for their value. The tension in his cheeks pulled his mouth into a grim line, but his eyes were like blazing coals, singeing her skin as he raked his gaze over her.

“Look what you do to me,” he said, kicking away the last of his clothes to stand before her naked and proud. His muscled frame was pure power, the thrust of his erection stunningly potent. He worked his hands into fists that he loosened and gripped, his control visibly tenuous.

Awed, Lauren slowly swung her feet to the floor, but remained sitting on the edge of the bed. With a bold suggestiveness she had never imagined herself capable of, she spaced her wicked shoes far enough apart to open her knees and motioned him closer, eyes on the proof that he wanted her beyond bearing. “Come here.”

“You are out of your mind if you think I can hold out for that.”

She wanted to push him to the very brink. She reached out and took his hand, forcing him to step closer. Taking both his hands, she set them on her hair, murmuring, “Show me what you like.” Then she circled her fingers around the silky muscle that pulsed in anticipation.

He swore heatedly and at length, but for a few precious moments he let her drive him out of his mind until he clasped her upper arms and pulled her to her feet, kissing her with near brutal passion before pulling back and tilting his face to the ceiling, breath hissing like a steam train.

Lauren smiled as he yanked her shirt off her, his eyes nearly blind with passion. She loved it. Loved the feel of the sweat she’d lifted on his skin, the way his heart slammed in the rib cage expanding in labored breaths, the taut thighs that shook when she grazed her hand over his buttocks and down his leg.

Her own arousal was secondary and barely acknowledged until he pressed her beneath him on the bed and held himself above her to look at her nude length in a way that was undeniably proprietary.

Old shyness struck. It was full daylight, the windows only covered by a filmy white curtain. He began setting tiny kisses onto every inch of her, heating the pulse in her wrist, teasing the side of her breast, making her flood with heat when he reached the sensitive crease at the top of her thigh.

“Paolo,” she murmured in a tiny protest.

“Payback is a bitch, tesoro,” he muttered in Italian, sliding low to take ownership of her in the most intimate way.

She shattered and before she could recover, he rose over her.

Lauren was trembling so hard she thought she’d fall apart. He was quivering like a bowstring, his eyes holding hers with the intensity of an aim on a target. His thick hardness slid against wet, welcoming tissues that parted for him and then he was invading, silk into liquid satin, moving deeper, reaching the absolute limit of penetration and filling her up with such incredible hardness that was hot and smooth and oh... A sense of wholeness and completion enveloped her. Joy rippled out from her center, bathing her whole body.#p#分页标题#e#

They both shuddered, her gasp mingling with his jagged exhale. It was too good. She couldn’t hold his gaze, wanted to turn her head and close her eyes, but he murmured, “Look at me. Keep looking at me, cara. Let me watch you... Si, like that...”

He withdrew and returned and she melted. Her insides glowed and expanded and the rush of supreme pleasure was too much to bear. She wanted to throw herself into the inferno, but he held her in hard arms, controlling their movements so his slow thrusts dragged out the pleasure, making it last so they both groaned in abandon.

She couldn’t hold back forever. Unrestrained whimpers escaped her, urging him on and he responded with a snarl and shift to a wilder, deeper thrust. The meltdown started for her and the instant her nails dug into the skin of his back and her spiked heels spurred his buttocks, his neck muscles stood out with strain. His movements became jerky as he claimed her with masculine aggression that pulsed with the hot power of his release. His cries were primal and as unconstrained as hers as the cataclysm enveloped them.