‘I’m not having a conversation with you in here!’
‘Why not? It’s as good a place as any.’
‘It’s a bathroom!’
‘Since when did you become so conventional, Charlie? If I recall, you never allowed inappropriate locations to get in the way of what you wanted to do.’ He leaned against the door, effectively locking her in.
‘I don’t want to talk to you, though, Riccardo. I want to have a bath.’
‘Feel free.’
‘This is my house.’ She tilted her head up mutinously and swallowed down the unsettling feeling in her stomach as she stared into his eyes, feeling a bit like plummeting sharply and unexpectedly down on a rollercoaster ride. ‘You may have taken it upon yourself to move in temporarily, because you just can’t bear not to get your own way, but you’re still under my roof, and just so long as you are I won’t have you disrupting my life and what I want to do!’
‘This isn’t a question about me!’
‘Yes, it is!’ His bare torso was only inches away from her and she could feel her body prickling with awareness. It was unbearable, especially as she knew he was aroused. How could she not? She might have kept her eyes plastered on his face, but she still hadn’t been able to miss his very obvious erection. She told herself that that meant nothing. She had fallen in love with a man who was capable of conducting a relationship based solely on sex. She just wasn’t going there again.
Nevertheless, her breasts ached; every part of her ached.
‘It’s about us trying to make something work for the sake of someone else. Gina didn’t ask to be born into a single-parent family, and I’m giving us both the chance to try and do something about it.’
‘Okay. But can we discuss this somewhere else? Because…’
‘Because you’re really desperate for a bath? Because you call yourself Charlotte now and have an overdeveloped puritan streak? Or maybe it’s because you’re terrified I might do this…’
He leaned down into her and kissed her. No gentle, explorative kiss, but a kiss that was fiercely, urgently hungry, pinning her back against the door.
Charlotte could feel his hardness pressed against her, and with a stifled moan of desperation she went under.
Of their own volition, her hands reached up and her fingers curled into his still-damp hair, and when he flattened his hand in the small of her back and pulled her into him she didn’t resist. She just couldn’t. It was as if she had been waiting eight years for this moment to happen and now that it had she was powerless to do anything about it.
His tongue was in her mouth, probing and demanding, and when he stopped kissing her it was so that he could do more, reach for the buttons on the snappy no-nonsense blouse she was still wearing, and begin unfastening them one by one. And not nearly fast enough. She helped him, shakily undoing the last, and drowning in a sea of pleasure as he pulled open the blouse, exposing her lacy white bra. Without pausing, he slipped his finger into her cleavage and stroked the sensitive skin between her breasts.
For Charlotte, nothing had ever felt so good. But then, no one had touched her since him. Those familiar hands were like heaven. He pushed down the lacy cups and her breasts spilled out, succulent, plump fruit waiting to be tasted.
Riccardo, always in control of his body, had to steady himself to avoid the unthinkable happening. He had no idea how they had moved so swiftly to this point, but at this very moment eight years had never elapsed. She was all his as she’d been back then. Her nipples were big and defined and rosy with arousal. He teased their erect peaks with his fingers, enjoying those little noises of pleasure she made, and then he sank to his knees so that he could take them into his mouth, licking, sucking, nipping them with his teeth, until he could feel her wanting to cry out but restraining herself.#p#分页标题#e#
When he tugged the bra off her breasts bounced free, and he cupped them in his hands and massaged them, while he continued his exploration of her body, first trailing his mouth against her flat stomach, then squatting so that he could ease off the remainder of her clothes, and she helped, stepping out of them, eager to have no barriers between their naked bodies. He blew gently on the soft curls that guarded her most intimate place.
Her fingers were resting lightly on his head, but at that they curled into his hair. When he raised his eyes, he saw that she was arched back, her eyes shut, her breathing quick and shallow.
He dipped into her moist femininity and tasted her, a slow and lingering taste that made her quiver and wriggle against his mouth. With remembered enjoyment, she began to move rhythmically against him, a soft up-and-down slide as he took her higher and higher. His tongue flicked and slid and teased the throbbing bud, but it was only when he stood up, ready to hoist her onto him, that Charlotte opened her eyes and the full reality of her situation sank in.