you, I want you more than I did the last time... but this
time I want to go slow '
'Next time.' Reaching up, she framed his hard cheekbones with loving fingertips and drew him back down to her again, incredibly hungry for the scorching heat of his mouth. Daringly, she employed a tactic he had taught her. She ran the tip of her tongue along the curve of his lower Up.
'Slow,' he intoned raggedly, and snatched her up to kiss her breathless.
For an endless passage of time it was a battle of wills. Her hands fluttered over every part of him she could reach. She was driven by a deep atavistic need to possess and be possessed, to wipe out days of fevered uncertainty and terrible tension with the passion that made him uniquely hers. She would not be controlled but the jerk of his responsive muscles beneath his smooth bronzed skin, the rawness of his breathing and the thunder of his heart against her exploring fingertips defeated her. His blatant excitement was the most shattering seduction of all.
They came down on the sand hi a tangle of limbs, neither one of them able to part for a second. He
skimmed off her lace panties with a powerfully impatient hand and she opened her arms to him in an electrifying state of quivering readiness, every inch of her burning and screaming for the fulfillment that only he could give her.
'Madre di Dio.. ,’ Carlo rasped, coming up for air. 'Did I teach you to do this to me?'
Empowered by a dizzying sense of her own sensuality, Jessica took the opportunity to run her fingers down that intriguing little silky furrow of hair arrowing down over his taut stomach and she found him with shy and shivering pleasure, velvety smooth and hard and... suddenly she was flat on her back, deprived of further journeys of discovery.
She giggled, full of joy and the most wonderful sense of freedom. In retribution, he let his tongue and his teeth rove over her unbearably sensitised breasts and she gritted her teeth and her back arched in agonised response.
£I can't bear it...' she gasped.
'You will,' he assured her.
Her hips began to lift in an expression of need as old as time. He stroked his fingertips over the very heart of her and laughed softly when she moaned, teasing her with the honeyed sweetness of an expert lover, determined to drive her to the outer edge of pleasure before they enjoyed that final union. Time had no meaning. She surrendered to the shuddering instinctive responses that controlled her, lost in the ever-increasing fever of her own excitement.
And when he came to her it was like dying and being reborn in a flash flood of wild sensation. Everything was sharper, hotter and more intense, her body trained to an extraordinary pitch of sensitivity. It was agony and ecstasy, each glorious moment building into an explosive, slow-burning climax that made her sob and gasp
in wonder at the peak and then subside, still shivering in the aftermath of an intolerable pleasure.
Carlo smiled down at her, a very male smile of indolent satisfaction. He pressed his lips to her damp cheek and she felt moisture smart behind her eyes. In all her life, she could never recall feeling so outrageously happy.
They washed the sand off in the sea, drank champagne in great thirsty gulps and a little while later made love again. Jessica was more than a little tipsy by the time they strolled down to the jetty and boarded the yacht.
'We'll go sailing all day tomorrow,' Carlo promised.
'And the day after,’ she whispered, gripped by this terrible fear that such contentment could not possibly be sustained with other people around.
'If you like.' He led her gently into a cabin, exquisitely furnished with a very large double bed.
She tripped on the edge of a rug and he caught her before she fell. 'I'm drunk on you,' she said, losing herself in the smouldering golden eyes.
'How do you feel about renegotiating our divorce?'
'P-pardon?' She froze.
'As in not having one until we feel the need... 1,’ we feel the need.' A brilliant smile slashed his gorgeous mouth.
She melted into him with bone-sagging relief. 'I'll think about it,' she said all the same.
The sun was high in the sky when she surfaced from a deep sleep to hear Carlo on the phone.
'What are you doing?'
'Ordering breakfast.'
She was sprawled on top of him, her tousled silver head resting on his chest. It had been the most incredible night. She was adrift on a sea of love so all encompassing it closed out everything else in the world.
'How does being married feel this time?' He ran a caressing finger along one exposed cheekbone and she stretched and tightened her grip on him.