Rumours: The One-Night Heirs: The Innocent's Secret Baby (Billionaires & One-Night Heirs) / Bound by the Sultan's Baby (Billionaires & One-Night Heirs) / Sicilian's Baby of Shame (Billionaires & One-Night Heirs). Carol Marinelli

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      ‘I can’t.’

      ‘Yes, you can—because I shan’t let you hear it.’

      She had thought Raul meant he would turn the ring down, but instead as the phone started to ring again he reached for her and drew her face towards him.

      Nothing, Lydia was sure, could take her mind from her family tonight.

      She was wrong.

      His kiss was softer than the others he had delivered.

      So light, in fact, that as she closed her eyes in anticipation all he gave was a light graze to her lips that had her hungry for more as his hand slid into her hair.

      Kiss by soft kiss he took care of every pin, and Lydia found her lips had parted, but still he made her wait for his tongue.

      She had tasted him already, and her body was hungry for more.

      Yet he was cruel in attack for he gave so little.

      He undid the knot of her robe with the same measured pace he had taken in dealing with her hair and then pushed it down over her arms so that she sat naked.

      Lydia felt something akin to panic as contact ceased and he ran his gaze down her body. It wasn’t panic, though, she thought. It was far nicer—because as the phone buzzed by the bed she was staring down at him, watching his mouth near her breast, and she would have died rather than answer it.

      ‘Do you want to get that?’ Raul asked, and she could feel his breath on her breast.

      ‘No…’ Her voice had gone—it came out like a husk.

      ‘I can’t hear you,’ he said, and then he delivered his tongue in a motion too light, for she bunched the sheet with her fingers and fought not to grab his head.

      ‘No,’ she said, and when his mouth paused in delivering its magic, she added, ‘I don’t want to answer.’

      ‘Good.’

      He sucked hard now, and she knew he bruised.

      Raul gave one breast the deep attention that her mouth had craved, and she fought not to swear or, worse, to plead.

      She should tell him that he was her first, Lydia thought as he guided her hand to his crotch and she felt his thick, hard length through the fabric.

      But then her phone buzzed again and the teasing resumed, for he stood.

      ‘Do you want me to get that?’

      ‘Turn it off,’ Lydia said.

      ‘Oh, no.’

      He slid down his zipper and the buzz of the phone dimmed in her ears when she saw him naked.

      Yes, that would hurt.

      Oh, she really should tell him, Lydia thought as she reached out to hold him. But then she closed her eyes at the bliss of energy beneath her fingers and the low moan that came from him as his hand closed around hers.

      He moved her slender fingers more roughly than she would have. She opened her eyes at the feel of him.

      She could hear their breathing, rapid and shallow, and then his free hand took her head and pushed it down, and she tasted him just a little as her tongue caressed him.

      And for Raul, what should have been too slow, the touch of her tongue too light, somehow she owned the night.

      The slight choking in her throat closing around him brought him close to release, so that he was grateful for the sudden buzzing and it was Raul who was briefly distracted.

      Lydia wasn’t.

      She was lost in the taste of him when for the second time that night—but for a very different reason—she felt a tug on her hair and looked up.

      Now when she licked her lips it was to savour the taste of him.

      And Raul, who did not want this to be over, put her to bed.

      On top of it.

      Raul was decisive in his positioning of Lydia, and her loose limbs were his to place.

      He knelt astride her and put her arms above her head, held them one-handed as the other hand played with the breast he wasn’t sucking.

      ‘Raul…’ She was about to tell him about her virginal status, but her phone buzzed again and he thought that was her complaint.

      ‘Shush…’

      And then he moved so that he knelt between her legs, and reached to the bedside drawer for a condom, and she lay there watching as he rolled it on.

      ‘Raul…’ Her voice was breathless, but she should say it now—she was trying to.

      ‘You talk too much.’

      She had said two words and both had been his name. She went to point that out but lost her thought processes as his head went down between her legs and she lay holding her breath and nervously awaiting his intimate touch.

      He kissed her exactly as he had the first time.

      Raul’s mouth lightly pressed there, and then there was the tease of his tongue. Slowly at first, as Lydia had been slow, for he thought she had been teasing him at the time.

      ‘Please…’ Lydia said, not sure if she was asking to speak, asking him to slow down or asking for more.

      His jaw was rough, his mouth soft and his tongue probing. It was sublime.

      His mouth worked on and she started to moan.

      His tongue urged her on.

      Lydia’s thighs were shaking and she fought to stay silent. And then she gave in, and he moaned in pleasure as she orgasmed. He kissed her and swallowed as she pulsed against his lips.

      And then he left them.

      She was heated and twitching, breathless and giddy and perfectly done as he moved over her and crushed her tense lips with his moist ones. His thigh moved between her legs and splayed her, and even coming down from a high, with the feel of him nudging and the energy of him, Lydia knew this would hurt.

      ‘Slowly,’ she said, but her words were muffled, so she turned her head. ‘I’ve never—’

      He was about to aim for hard, fast and deep, when he heard those two words that were so unexpected.

      ‘Slowly,’ she said again.

      He could do that.

      An unseen smile stretched his lips at the thought of taking her first, practically beneath Bastiano’s nose. And then the thought of taking her first made his ardour grow.

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