Seduced by Mr. Right(56)

Moments later, her breathing slowed, her tremors subsided, and she opened her eyes.

“This is torture. I can’t take this anymore. I need to be inside you.”

Her eyes were wide, her face the picture of innocence, but she was wearing a cheeky smile. “Baby, are you sure? I don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

Emilio grinned, couldn’t help it. She was teasing him, ribbing him about what he’d said earlier, but he didn’t mind. Not this time, not when they were having fun together.

Her gaze was seductive, so damned hypnotic Emilio felt as if he was under her spell. She whispered dirty words in his ear, eagerly stroked his package, didn’t hold back. It was obvious she wanted him, just as much as he wanted her, and the realization made him feel like the luckiest man on earth.

He guided his erection between her legs and eased the tip inside her sex. She was tight and so damned wet that Emilio feared he’d climax right away. Adrenaline pumped through his veins, stole his breath, and every coherent thought left his mind. Being inside Sharleen was the best feeling in the world. He wanted to own her, possess her, and brand her with his body so no one else could. And I will, one stroke at a time.

They shared a deep kiss fraught with lust and desire. He thrust his erection inside her, again and again, parted her legs wide to deepen his penetration. Their lovemaking was intense, more exciting than doing three hundred miles an hour around the track in his custom-made Ferrari race car. Emilio lowered his mouth for a kiss and froze when he saw tears in her eyes. “Did I hurt you?”

Sharleen sniffed and shook her head, but he wasn’t convinced.

“These are tears of joy,” she said softly. “I never dreamed I could be this happy.”

“Baby, are you sure? I can stop if you’re in pain.”

“Oh, no, you don’t. We’re just getting started.” She traced her finger around his nipple, stroked it, teased it, sucked it hungrily into her mouth. “Emilio, you’re amazing. I love the way you make me feel. Please don’t stop...”

“Since you asked so nicely...” He kissed her mouth. Her lips tasted sweet, warm and soft against his. Emilio wrapped her up in his arms, held her so close to his chest he could feel her heart pounding. “You were definitely worth the wait.”

She locked her arms around his neck and nibbled on his lower lip. “I can honestly say you’re the best lover I’ve ever had.”

The sound of her girlish laugh made him chuckle, too.

“I love you so much that it scares the hell out of me.” Emilio cupped her face in his hands and confessed what he’d been holding inside for months. “I don’t know what I’d ever do if I lost you.”

“You never have to worry about losing me because I’m not going anywhere. My heart is yours, and always will be.” Sharleen placed soft, light kisses on his cheeks, along his jawline and down his neck. “I don’t want anyone else, Emilio. Just you.”

Shock waves coursed through his body, stealing his voice. He increased his pace, thrust his erection deeper inside her sex. Emilio felt his erection swell and released a deep, guttural groan. Sharleen clamped her legs around his thighs and kissed him passionately. The tingling sensation in his feet shot up his legs, zigzagged along his spine and exploded inside his shaft. Clutching her hips, he furiously pumped. His climax was so powerful, so intense, Emilio felt as if he’d been struck by a bolt of lightning.

And did it ever feel good.





Chapter 17

Sharleen stared at the high-tech Swiss coffee machine, annoyed that she couldn’t figure out how to use it. She searched the kitchen drawers for the instruction manual, but couldn’t find it anywhere. Everything was ready—the scrambled eggs, the Belgian waffles, the hash-brown frittatas—and all she needed now was a cup of espresso to complete Emilio’s breakfast. “I can make a three-course meal with my eyes closed, but I can’t get this stupid thing to work,” she grumbled. “Go figure!”

She heard her ringtone, knew it was Jocelyn calling to check up on her, but she continued fiddling with the fancy machine. She’d call her girlfriend later, after Emilio left for practice, and fill her in on her weekend in Miami and her romantic night. Sharleen felt as if she were floating, gliding on air, and wondered if her feet would ever touch the ground. Jocelyn’s going to flip when I tell her I’m not a virgin anymore. I can hardly believe it myself!

Sharleen picked up the plates, padded across the kitchen and put them on the glass table. She felt a dull ache in her forearms and decided a massage at her favorite spa that evening was definitely in order. Her body was sore, tender all over, but she wouldn’t trade making love to Emilio for anything in the world. He was a patient, sensitive lover, who put her needs above his own. After making love that morning for the second time, he’d carried her into the bathroom and given her a bath in his Jacuzzi tub. Emilio was in his office now, on a video conference call with Ferrari executives, and since Sharleen wanted to have everything ready by the time he came downstairs for breakfast, she hustled back over to the stove and flipped the pancakes.