Chapter Six
Renzo surfaced to a sense of bone deep satisfaction that made him grin before he even opened his eyes.
Sonia. Last night. And this morning. All through the night, in fact.
He’d known she was energetic, feisty even, but nothing, not even his erotic imaginings, had prepared him for the firestorm of passion he’d unleashed when he carried her to his bed.
Renzo was used to sexy women. He was used to women who weren’t afraid to voice what they wanted to a lover.
But Sonia, with her strange amalgam of sensuality and uncertainty, of tentativeness married with physical abandon, was the most memorable woman he’d ever had in his bed.
It was as if her experience didn’t match her sensual nature.
He hadn’t missed the look of shock on her face when he’d gone down on her, bringing her so quickly to climax. It didn’t fit with the woman who in the early hours had straddled him, planting his palms over her breasts as she rode him till his body shattered and his mind with it.
But it wasn’t curiosity that made him reach for her. It was a hunger that, instead of abating, grew stronger the more he was with her.
Last night was one of the most intense experiences of his thirty-five years.
His eyes shot open as his hand swept the empty bed beside him.
Where was she? Why hadn’t she woken him?
Bright daylight edged the curtains, telling him it was late. But it was Saturday. Even Sonia, with her dedication to her new job, wasn’t expected at work today.
A frown was just settling on his brow when the lifesaving aroma of coffee wafted into the room.
A second later Sonia appeared, carrying two cups. But Renzo’s mind wasn’t on his need for a morning caffeine hit. It was on the long, slender legs showing beneath the shirt he’d worn last night. The cascade of mussed caramel hair that created a bright nimbus around her head and shoulders. The deep slit where his shirt opened over glorious breasts that wobbled with each step she took.
And that mouth. Those glorious, sultry lips made him think of sex at the best of times but this morning, plush and reddened from his mouth on hers again and again and again... Her mouth was the sexiest thing Renzo could conceive.
‘Grazie.’ He shifted back against the headboard, sitting up to take the cup from her hand while she sat on the mattress beside him.
‘Prego.’ Her wide, glorious smile made him blink. The impact of it channelled right through his chest, barrelled down his middle and settled in his groin. Inevitably his erection twitched in anticipation. Today, instead of making her blush, his arousal made her grin more widely. ‘Wide awake, I see.’
Renzo shrugged. ‘You have that effect. You’re looking particularly gorgeous and delectable today.’
She shook her head. ‘I suspect that’s more to do with your testosterone levels than me, specifically. But thank you.’
Renzo narrowed his eyes. ‘You don’t believe me?’
She tilted her head, her gaze moving away from him. ‘Of course I believe you.’ But there was an odd note in her voice. ‘But you don’t have to pay me compliments. Why don’t you taste your coffee?’
Intrigued, Renzo realised she wasn’t used to being complimented on her attractiveness. What was wrong with the men in Australia?
Distracted, he lifted the small cup to his lips and sipped. Instantly his senses danced in delight.
‘Perfect!’ He didn’t try to hide his surprise. He hadn’t once seen her use the coffee machine.
‘Of course.’ She lifted her eyebrows haughtily. ‘Good coffee is one of life’s essentials and I make the best.’ The look she gave him was both laughingly challenging and confident. As if she’d happily accept accolades on her coffee-making but not her looks.
Deliberately he prodded for more. ‘I thought only Italians made coffee like this.’
He watched, entranced, as one cheek dimpled with her smile. He’d thought sex with Sonia was something out of the ordinary. Now, just basking in the warmth of her smile made Renzo feel he’d been presented with a special gift.