The Moretti Heir / Billionaire Extraordinaire: The Moretti Heir / Billionaire Extraordinaire. Katherine Garbera

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      “I’m sorry,” he said. He lifted his hips to tip her body toward him. He found the scar with his lips and rubbed his hands over her naked back, enjoying the feel of this warm woman in his arms.

      She put her hands on his shoulders and eased her way down his chest. She traced the muscles of his abdomen and then slowly made her way lower. He could feel his heartbeat in his erection and he knew he was going to lose control if he didn’t slow things down.

      But another part of him wanted to just sit back and let her have her way with him. When she reached the edge of his pants, she stopped and glanced up his body to his face.

      Her hand brushed over his straining length. He removed the bra she still wore and then lifted her up so that her nipples brushed his chest.

      “Hmm…that feels so good,” she said.

      “Does it?”

      “Yes.”

      Blood roared in his ears. He was so hard, so full right now that he needed to be inside of her body. But he had to take care of details first.

      “Cara mia, I hate to ask this, but are you on the pill?”

      She pulled back for a second. “I’m…yes.”

      “You are taking the pill?” he asked.

      She nodded. “And I don’t have anything else you need to worry about. What about you?”

      “I’m clean.”

      “Good,” she said.

      He pulled her closer and kissed her until she relaxed. Then, impatient with the fabric of her dress, he shoved it up to her waist. He caressed her creamy thighs. God, she was soft. She moaned as he neared her center and then sighed when he brushed his fingertips across the crotch of her panties.

      The lace was warm and wet. He slipped one finger under the material and hesitated for a second, looking up into her eyes.

      They were heavy-lidded. She bit down on her lower lip and he felt the minute movements of her hips as she tried to move his touch where she needed it.

      He pushed the fabric of her panties aside and lightly traced the opening of her body. She was so ready for him. It was only the fact that he wanted to bring her to climax at least once before he entered her body that enabled him to keep his own needs in check.

      She shifted against him and he entered her body with just the tip of one finger. He teased them both with a few short thrusts.

      “Marco…” she said, her voice breathless and airy.

      “Yes, mi’ angela?”

      “I need more.”

      “Is this better?” he asked, pushing his finger deep inside of her.

      “Yes,” she said. Her hips rocked against his finger for a few strokes before she once again needed more.

      “Marco, please.”

      He pulled his finger from her body and traced it around her pulsing center of her need. Her eyes widened and she moved frantically against him. She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his cheek as she braced her hands on the back of the lounge chair.

      He turned his head and drew one beaded nipple into his mouth, suckling her deeply as he plunged two fingers into her body. He kept his thumb on her center and worked his fingers until she threw her head back and called his name.

      He felt her tighten around his fingers. She kept rocking against him for a few more seconds and then collapsed.

      He tipped her head toward his so he could taste her mouth. He told himself to take it slowly, that Virginia wasn’t used to him. But one taste of her lips and he was out of control.

      He kissed her and held her at his mercy, caressing her back and spine, scraping his nails down the line of her back down the indentation above her buttocks.

      She closed her eyes and held her breath as he returned his fingers to one nipple. It was velvety compared to the satin smoothness of her breast. He brushed his finger back and forth until she bit her lower lip and shifted on his lap.

      She moaned, a sweet sound that nearly did him in. He reached between them and unzipped his pants, freeing his erection. She cried out softly as he brushed the tip against her humid center.

      She reached between them and touched him, her small hand engulfing the length as she shifted to put the tip inside her body.

      He held her still with a hand on the small of her back. He had a lap full of woman, and he wanted Virginia more than he’d wanted any woman in a long time. Maintaining control was harder than it had ever been. Dangerous. He knew better than to let this mean anything more than a passionate encounter.

      This was about the physical. One night together.

      She rocked her hips, trying to take him deeper, and he knew the time for teasing was at an end.

      “Marco?”

      “Hmm?”

      “Are you going to take me?” she asked.

      “Do you want more?” he asked.

      She leaned down and sucked his lower lip into her mouth, biting gently. “You know I do.”

      “Beg me to take you, mi’ angela bella.”

      “Take me, Marco. Make me yours.”

      He did want to make her his, in this moment with the night sky around them, the Southern Cross shining in the sky, he was away from Italy and the curse that had dogged the Moretti men for too long.

      He was going to claim Virginia as his…even if only for this one night.

      He gave her another inch, thrusting his hips up into her sweet, tight body. Her eyes were closed, her hips moving subtly against him, and when he blew on her nipples he saw gooseflesh spread down her body.

      He loved the way she reacted to his mouth on her. He sucked on the skin at the base of her neck as he thrust all the way home, sheathing his entire length in her body. He knew he was leaving a mark with his mouth and that pleased him. He wanted her to remember this moment and what they had done when she was alone later.

      He kept kissing and rubbing, pinching her nipples until her hands clenched in his hair and she rocked her hips harder against him. He lifted his hips, thrusting up against her.

      “Come with me,” he whispered to her in Italian.

      She nodded and he realized she understood his native tongue. Her eyes widened with each inch he gave her. She clutched at his hips, holding him to her, eyes half-closed and her head tipped back.

      He caught one of her nipples in his teeth, scraping very gently. She started to tighten around him. Her hips moving faster, demanding more, but he kept the pace slow, steady, building the pleasure between them.

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