The From Paris With Love And Regency Season Of Secrets Ultimate Collection. Кэрол Мортимер

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      Evangeline gasped. “Oh, Matt. I could live here. Right here in this spot. The view is amazing.”

      “I know. It’s one of the reasons I bought this palazzo.”

      Several of the plants lined up in clay planters against the railing had withered and died, but a few remained green, fresh against the backdrop of browns, terra-cotta and white from the surrounding buildings.

      Millions of dollars of real estate stretched on either side of the canal. Once, he’d have taken in the structures with a critical eye, evaluated the resale value, calculated the square footage. Mapped the location and noted the neighborhood features automatically.

      None of that could compare to the gorgeous vision standing next to him. The look on her face—he’d move a mountain with a teaspoon if it put that expression of awe and appreciation there.

      “You can see the spires of San Marco. And Santa Maria della Salute. Isn’t it beautiful?” She pointed, but he was busy looking at her. Her loose curls blew against her cheek and her eyes were luminous and his gut tightened. His reaction to her was so physical, so elemental. Would he ever get tired of that?

      “Yeah. Beautiful.” His fingers ached to sink into her hair. Among other things.

      That was the beauty of their arrangement. They did whatever they wanted, when they wanted to do it. And he wanted her, wanted to make her feel as good as she made him feel. Right now.

      “Let’s go back inside.”

      “What? Why?” She flicked him a puzzled glance and turned her attention back to Venice.

      “Because,” he said hoarsely, and the unexpected catch in his throat swallowed the rest of the words.

      With obvious concern, she eyed him. “Are you okay?”

      No. Not hardly. He tugged on her hand. “Come back downstairs. Please. I want to be with you.”

      “You are with me.” Her gaze traveled over him. Finally, she caught on to his urgency and grinned. Wickedly. “Oh. Well, I’ve got news for you. My girl parts work the same whether I’m inside or outside.”

      Attention firmly on him, she leaned in and teased him with a butterfly kiss while her hands wandered underneath his shirt. He was already half-aroused, and her fiery touch drained heat south instantly.

      “Evangeline.” He groaned as her fingers dipped into the waistband of his jeans to cup his bare butt. “We’re on the roof.”

      “Uh-huh,” she murmured against his mouth. “If you want me, take me, cowboy.”

      The kiss turned carnal as her tongue crashed with his and they drank from each other. She stole his reason, transformed his desire into crushing need, drew him out of time and place.

      He was totally hooked on it.

      Tilting her head, he changed the angle, went deeper, fed his senses with the feast of Evangeline.

      Their hips aligned, seeking the heat, the promise of completion just beneath their clothes.

      He nearly lost his balance as his shirt came over his head, gripped tight in her fists. She threw it to the concrete. Before he could protest, she had his zipper down and her warm hands stroked his flesh, coaxing him out from behind the fabric of his underwear.

      They were on the roof. And he was on display.

      Then she knelt. Her mouth closed over his length, and conscious thought escaped him as his knees weakened. Running on pure carnal instinct, he pushed deeper until the licks of fire spread through his blood like an inferno, tightening into a knot at his center. He couldn’t keep from coming another second.

      “Hold up, sweetheart.”

      He eased from her mouth and in a flash, dropped to the ground and pulled her into his lap. The breeze cooled his fevered skin. Street sounds wafted from below. And he didn’t care. She encouraged him to do new things, things he’d never do under normal circumstances, and somehow it made sense.

      In moments, her clothes landed in a heap and her mouth landed on his, legs wrapped around his waist, exactly the way he liked.

      Yes. He fed the flames as he slid into her. Eyes closed, he froze, sustaining the perfect pleasure of being inside her sweet body, reveling in the physical, carnal hunger that drove him to join with her.

      He’d left Dallas desperate to feel again. She’d burrowed underneath the ice-covered inertia and sensitized him. To the limit.

      She moaned his name and rolled her hips, drawing him deeper than should have been possible. The roof, the air, Evangeline—something—heightened the sensations, spiraling him toward oblivion faster, stronger, fiercer than ever before.

      Her gaze captured his, and the morning sunlight refracted inside her eyes, brightening them. The ache of near release bled upward, into his chest, his throat.

      Lids fluttering, she surrendered to an exceptionally strong climax. It rippled down his length and detonated his own release. The blast echoed in his head, blacking out his vision.

      He held her slumped form, dragging oxygen into his lungs. That had been...different. And in a relationship full of different, how could there be so many shades yet undiscovered?

      How could he crave still more when they’d delved so deeply already?

      When she shifted, resettling in his lap, clarity blew away the awe of the moment.

      “Evangeline. We forgot to use a condom.”

      “It’s okay,” she mumbled against his shoulder. “It’s the wrong time of the month.”

      Women and their bodies—that was a mystery he’d yet to solve even after being with Amber for years. He heaved out a shudder of a breath.

      “Sure?”

      “Well, either way, too late now.” She smiled up at him. “And it was worth it. I don’t know how you do that to me. It was unbelievable. Even for us.”

      “Yeah. It was.”

      She’d noticed the difference too, but attributed it to the lack of a barrier. Which he didn’t believe for a second. Sure the sensation was mind-altering. He’d do it again in a heartbeat if given a safe opportunity. But there was more to it than forgetting a condom, and he feared it had everything to do with Evangeline. With who he was around her. Because of her.

      “We’ll be extra careful from now on.” She wagged her finger at him. “You have to stop being so adorable and sexy.”

      “Me?” That he could never get used to. It was disturbing when she told him how much he turned her on, which she did frequently. Disturbing because he liked it, and didn’t understand what about her was so compelling, when she and Amber were such polar opposites. “You’re the one who was all gorgeous with the hair in your face.”

      “You’ve got it bad and you might as well admit it.”

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