'Luca...please,' she gasped urgently. He backed her down on the side of the bed. He leant over her, hands braced on either side of her head, and plunged deep into her mouth again, eliciting a low cry of surrender from her. Tugging down the zip on her dress, he removed it, skimming off her remaining garments with deft, impatient hands. He stilled for a second, reverent eyes scanning the pouting curves of her breasts and the silky dark red hair at the apex of her slender thighs.#p#分页标题#e#
'You are gorgeous, bella mia...how can you ever have doubted that?' Luca demanded as he stood over her, peeling off his own clothing at speed.
He came down to her, gloriously aroused. Cupping her breasts, he caressed the sensitive buds with his lips and his tongue, and then he kissed a slow tantalising trail down over the flexing muscles of her stomach, pushing her quivering thighs apart to conduct a more intimate exploration. She was shocked, but too tormented by her own aching need for his caresses to stop him. He controlled her utterly, pushed her to such a pitch of writhing, desperate excitement she was helpless.
He rose over her again, his breathing fractured. He dipped his tongue between her reddened lips in a sexy flick as he tipped back her thighs with almost clumsy hands, his own excitement palpable. Burnished golden eyes assailed hers. He hesitated at the crucial moment when she was braced for the hot, hard invasion of his body into hers.
'Luca!'
‘Dio mio..I don't know myself like this’ he groaned ruefully. 'I feel wild...but I don't want to hurt you.'
'You won't...'
'You're so much smaller than I am.'
'I like it when you're wild,' she whispered feverishly.
Above her, Luca closed his eyes and slammed into her hard, releasing such a flood of electrifying sensation that Darcy moaned his name like a benediction. He withdrew and entered her again, with a raw, forceful sense of timing that was soul-shatteringly effective. Her entire being was centred on the explosive pleasure building inside her. Heart pounding in concert with his, she cried out in ecstasy as he drove her over the edge. Then she just collapsed, totally drained.
They lay together in a sweaty huddle. Luca released her from his weight but retained a possessive hold on her, pressing his mouth softly to her throat, lingering to lick the salt from her skin and smooth a soothing hand down over her slender back.
"That was unbelievable...that was paradise, cara mia,' Luca sighed in a tone of wondering satisfaction. 'I have never felt this good.'
'What time is your sister coming?' Darcy mumbled. Luca tensed, relocated the wrist with a watch, and suddenly wrenched himself free. 'Porca miseria...Ilaria will be here at any moment!'
Feeling totally brainless and lethargic, Darcy watched him spring off the bed. 'Darcy...' he gritted then.
'What?' she whispered with a silly smile, surveying him with a kind of bursting feeling inside her heart.
'You can share my shower.' Luca scooped her up into his powerful arms and strode into the bathroom with her. 'I'll never get my hair dry!' But still she watched him, trying desperately hard to work out why she felt so ecstatically happy.
'Your eyes are glowing like neon lights.' Studying her with a curiously softened look in his dark, deep-set gaze, Luca hooked her arms round his strong brown throat and kissed her again, holding her plastered to every inch of him beneath the gushing cascade of water. He raised his head again, a slight frown drawing his black brows together. 'I assume you're on the pill...'
'Nope.'
'I didn't use anything to protect you,' Luca told her slowly as he lowered her back down to the floor of the cubicle. 'Santo cielo... how could I be that careless?'
Darcy had stiffened. How could she be that careless again? Yet another time. The first occasion had resulted in Zia's conception. She had foolishly assumed that the course of contraceptive pills she had stopped taking the day she failed to marry Richard would still prevent a pregnancy. Naturally it hadn't. Her own ignorance had been her downfall.
'Very little risk,' she muttered awkwardly, avoiding his searching scrutiny.
'You would know that better than I.'
He was wrong there, Darcy conceded ruefully. Her monthly cycles caused her so little inconvenience that she never bothered to keep a note of dates. She hadn't a clue what part of her cycle she was in, but she had almost supernatural faith in the power of Luca's fertility. Suppose she did become pregnant again...
Oddly enough, the prospect failed to rouse the slightest sense of alarm. Indeed, as Darcy looked up at Luca, mentally miles away while he washed her, she was picturing a small boyish version of those same features that distinguished Zia. A buoyant warm sensation instantly blossomed inside her. Only when she appreciated how she was reacting to that prospect of pregnancy was she shocked by herself.