Ridiculous to feel heat scorch her throat and cheeks. They must have had sex lots of times and, from what Angelo hinted, she wasn’t shy. But Ally felt shy now, lying with her legs sprawled wide and Angelo there between them. Shy as she hadn’t felt when she’d climaxed against him.
‘Please, Angelo.’
Ally had no doubt that Angelo would make it good for her. He was experienced and obviously knew how to please her. Yet she could only go with her instinct. She wanted them, together. To lose herself in his arms.
A sigh of relief eased from her lungs as he reared back and, holding her eyes, hauled off his shirt.
Ally’s gaze flickered to his straight shoulders and down the leanly sculpted chest she’d so admired when they’d swum together. He really was stunning. How would it feel when they came together, naked?
‘Take your dress off, Ally. Or do you want me to do it?’
For answer she scrambled to sit up and reached for the zip at her back. Her tongue was stuck to the roof of her mouth. She doubted she could speak anyway, not when Angelo was unbuckling his belt and reaching for his zip, every movement slow and methodical, in contrast to the movements of her damp, fumbling fingers.
In the end she had to sit up and pull the fastening around to her side so she could see where she’d caught fabric in the teeth of the zip. Finally she dragged the zip down and shoved the dress low, wriggling to get out of it.
That was when she remembered she was braless, as her breasts swung free and she heard an intake of breath.
A deep voice murmured, ‘Don’t stop there.’
Angelo felt the air back up in his lungs as he surveyed her, dishevelled, rosy-cheeked and heart-stoppingly alluring. For a second she looked as if she contemplated pulling the dress back up to cover herself. But as her eyes met his, Ally’s expression morphed into one of excitement.
He felt the heavy drag of her stare as it dropped from his face, down his body to his sheathed penis. His erection pulsed in response to that hungry stare and he almost chuckled at her look of surprise.
A tiny part of his brain puzzled over Ally’s reactions. The way she’d stopped him going down on her was new. The shock he read now on her face. Was it possible he’d been wrong? Maybe she really did have amnesia.
Maybe he was mistaken about her and Oliver. Had he allowed his bias against her, not to mention plain, old-fashioned jealousy, colour his perceptions?
Angelo didn’t have enough brainpower to puzzle it out now. His mind was fixed on Ally shimmying out of that slinky blue dress, her breasts bobbing enticingly.
His breath sheared off as she dragged the material lower. The contrast between plump, rose-tipped breasts and her narrow waist dried his mouth. Then the gentle curve out to her hips...
The years had changed her, filled out her curves a little more, but he liked that. The thatch of dark blonde hair between her thighs had surprised him. She’d always been bare there, ready for her bikini modelling. But he liked the natural look. Even the unfamiliar way she blushed appealed, enhancing the feeling that this was special and new.
Angelo swallowed hard. It was only as the dress fell to the floor that he found his voice again. ‘You’re even more beautiful than I remember.’
Stunning eyes the colour of a dusk sky met his. Electricity zapped across his skin and arrowed to his heavy groin. She swallowed, like him teetering on the brink.
He kept his eyes locked on hers as he prowled up the bed. He was already so aroused he didn’t trust himself to survey her lovely body again.
Angelo paused above her, swallowing air that tasted of Ally, sweet and hot. He shuddered, too aware that any incidental touch might send him over the edge.
‘Ready?’
She nodded, her eyes huge and brilliant, and he felt himself sinking into them like a man without a life raft.
He wasn’t sure if he was reassuring her or himself as he cupped her cheek and watched her gaze soften. All he knew was that this was different. He’d thought he’d known this woman so well, but now, despite the past, this moment felt unique. He couldn’t remember ever being so close to losing control so quickly.
Angelo shook his head, pushing the thought away as he focused on the mechanics of bringing them both the utmost pleasure without spilling himself prematurely. It was a problem he hadn’t had since his teens but he was so aroused this was going to be tough. Wonderful but tough.
‘Relax,’ he murmured, bending to brush his mouth across hers. As he did she sighed and reached up to clasp the back of his neck with both hands as if claiming him for herself.
The idea appealed, as did the husky little murmurs she made as he kissed the corners of her mouth.
Ally tugged at his neck, trying to bring him closer, and he obliged, covering her delicious body with his own.
For a second they were both absolutely still, absorbing each new sensation. Angelo felt a shudder begin in his groin, race through his buttocks and all the way up his spine to make his nape tingle and tighten.
‘You feel so good,’ he growled against her mouth.