“Someone important?” His tone sounded sympathetic, but there was an underlying edge of steel.
Emily detected it, and a small part of her that liked the idea of his feeling threatened nodded gravely. “You could say that.”
Sabato’s face was so darkened by thunderclouds that Emily burst out laughing. His head lifted to hers and she came towards him, instead of her own chair. She moved into the triangle created by his legs, and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Are you jealous?” She asked seriously.
“Yes.” The answer surprised them both. Sabato put a hand beneath the shirt she wore, so that he could stroke her naked back. “For the moment, you are mine.”
Her throat felt funny. “Am I?”
He nodded. “Yes.”
His fingers were drawing imaginary circles on her skin, making thought and breathing difficult.
“Sit down and eat something, cara,” he said, his words strained.
“Is that what you want?” They’d slept together only once, but she felt emboldened to move her body closer to his. So close that she could feel his arousal against her body.
He groaned low in his throat and stood. “You know what I want,” he said thickly. “But first, you will eat dinner.”
Disappointment swelled in her chest. She was starving, but other feelings were taking precedence. “Are you sure?” She batted her eyelashes up at him, and pulled her lower lip between her teeth.
“I am sure that I am going to enjoy expanding your repertoire soon enough,” he promised, lifting her hand to his mouth and taking her thumb between his teeth. He nipped it and smiled when her eyes flew wide.
“I’m not hungry,” Emily said, her voice obviously loaded with complaint.
Sabato was aware that Emily had barely eaten all day. And while he wanted to look after her, he was, after all, only human. He held her gaze while he pulled a condom from his pocket then stepped out of his jeans and kicked them away. Her underwear was easy enough to slide from her body.
He sat in her seat, sheathed himself, all the while keeping his eyes locked to her body. Emily’s heart was pounding in her chest, her body was shivering with desire. Sabato pulled her down, and instinctively, Emily straddled him, a leg on either side of his. Sabato gripped her hips and guided her into place, surprising her when he slid inside of her without any preparation. Seated like this, facing one another, their chests touching, everything felt different.
Sabato cupped her rear and held her tight. He reached around her and lifted her fork, loaded with rice.
“Eat,” he commanded, holding it just outside her lips.
Emily opened her mouth and took the fork, watching him as she chewed. Sabato rewarded her by moving inside of her, teasing her, rocking the waves that would eventually become a tsunami of release. His own body was bubbling with the current of need she seemed to create in him.
He loaded the fork again and again, feeding her until he was satisfied that she wasn’t going to pass out on him. When he lifted the fork again, Emily took it from him. Her eyes were glinting, and her cheeks were flushed. She upended the warm rice on his shoulder, and when he made a noise of surprise, she laughed, a husky sound in the cool air of the hotel. Before he could ask what she was doing, she lowered her mouth to the food and chased it, causing his body to break out in goose bumps. Her tongue teased his flesh, moving from his muscular chest to his shoulder, and then to his earlobe. He was at the end of what he could take, and he knew she was too. He moved faster and deeper, holding her hips to control her body.
They rode the wave as one, their bodies meshed, the mouths entangled, their souls cleaving together.
Emily collapsed against him afterwards, her body so exhausted she wasn’t sure it could support its own weight. “Can you feed me every meal like that?” She whispered against his cheek.
Sabato didn’t respond. He wasn’t capable of speech. Nor was he able to think clearly. He knew he needed to hold onto Emily. To keep her tight against his body, her arms wrapped around him, for as long as he could.
“And you really have to go?” She asked, draped against the bathroom door, naked except for a pair of his boxer shorts. He regarded her in the mirror, his body responding instantly to the sight of her.
“I really have to go,” he said with a tug of disappointment. “But it is only for an hour or two. Time you should use to sleep.”
She was enigmatic and beautiful, but two dark smudges under her eyes told of the night they’d spent not sleeping. The night they’d spent reaching for one another when they did finally drift off, turning their dreams into a reality.
Though she was tired, Emily knew she wouldn’t be able to rest. She stepped into the bathroom and stood beside
Sabato. He’d showered away any evidence of their passion, and dressed in an expensive looking suit. “You look very … conservative,” she said finally.
His bemused eyes met hers in the reflection. “Conservative? This is something I have not been called often.”
She swallowed. “No, I’d imagine not. You’re so different to this,” she pointed to him, moving her finger up and down to indicate his attire.
“In what way?” His fingers moved expertly over the steel grey tie, arranging it into a Windsor knot around the strong column of his neck.