The words came so simply, so easily then. “But you’re not taking, Raphael. I’m giving myself. Isn’t that my decision?”
A hard curse fell from his mouth, harsh in the silence. Clasping her cheeks, Raphael swooped his mouth down on hers.
Hard. Hungry. Hot.
Thumb on her chin, he pressed and Pia opened with a deep groan that reverberated through every nerve ending.
She’d been dreaming of this fevered desire between them, of seeing that dark glitter in his eyes, of the handsome, gorgeous, sophisticated Raphael wanting her beyond any other woman.
All the reasons she shouldn’t be desperately clinging to him were reduced to ashes. All the misgivings and doubts she’d harbored about feeling so much for him evaporated into mist by the heat between them. The rasp of his hair-roughened wrists under her palms, the rapid beat of his pulse against her skin, short-circuited her last rational thought.
His thumbs pressing oh, so firmly against the corners of her mouth, again and again, he dipped his mouth over hers, never resting, never fully giving her what she wanted.
On the next dip, he swiped the seam of her lips with his tongue and Pia melted into his body. Her hands rose to his shoulders, pleading with her touch. Wrapped around his nape, conveying her need for more, she sank blissfully into the rough swathe of his hair, an intimacy she’d been craving for so long.
A fine tremor ran through his body. “Let me taste you, cara mia. Let me show you how much I want this, no, how much I need you.”
Pia opened her mouth under his, his words lighting a fire in her very blood.
The taste of him exploded in her mouth. Her lips stung when he rubbed his against hers and then cooled them off with a lick. His teeth sank into the cushion of her lower mouth, sending sharp arrows of pleasure down her body, and then he soothed the hurt with a puff of air.
Again and again, he plunged his tongue inside her mouth, a silky slide against her own, an erotic invitation to play with him one moment, a divine promise the next.
“Raphael, I…oh, please,” she sobbed when he pulled his mouth away from hers.
Tall and arrogant, he stared down at her with glittering eyes. His nostrils flared, his customarily mocking mouth swollen lush.
She would have dropped to the floor like a puddle of feelings if his hands hadn’t anchored her. Even there, his hold was less tender and more aggressively possessive.
A sharp laugh fell from his mouth. “I can give no sweet words. I will make no promises, Pia. Do you still want me?”
CHAPTER TEN
KNEES SHAKING, PIA drank him in. His black shirt unbuttoned to his chest, jeans hung low on his hips, he was a dark fantasy come to life. His rough hair stood up, thanks to her fingers, but it was his penetrating stare that took her breath away.
The depth of desire in it singed her skin.
His gaze was more questioning and combative than anything her imagination could have conjured.
But this was Raphael, so ruthless and yet so tender at times. There was nothing sweet and romantic about him. Nothing sensitive and cajoling about him.
His gaze swept over the naked length of her legs, the pulse skittering wildly at her neck. Her sex clenched, hard and sudden, at the masculine possessiveness written across every inch of his proud face. “No words, cara mia?”
And the truth of him as he stood there, as he stared at her with absolute desire etched into taut features, darkening those deep-seated eyes was more real, more telling than any sweet words he could have given her. She hadn’t felt a millionth of this wonder, this ever-present thrum before.
Months with Frank couldn’t measure up to a moment with Raphael.
“I know you, Raphael, and I want you,” she said simply.
With rigid movements that spoke of his control, he picked her up.
Pia wrapped her hands around his neck, touching the base of his head with the tips of her fingers. Every inch of him was a pleasure point to her seeking, searching fingers.
She hid her face in his chest. Heat from his skin filtered through his shirt, and warmed her cheek. The thundering beat of his heart matched hers and calmed something inside of her.
Her breath fled her body afresh when he crossed into his bedroom to Raphael’s vast bed and laid her down. Dark gray sheets and curtains made the room utterly masculine. His gaze drinking her in, he pulled his shirt off in one smooth movement.