CHAPTER TEN
Slumped on top of Amber, Aurelio felt his body judder and jerk in the aftershocks of the most explosive climax he’d ever experienced.
He resisted the temptation to analyse why it had been so perfect. Instead, with the ability to compartmentalise his thoughts that had kept him sane, just, through the dark years, he blanked his mind to everything but Amber and the lush welcome of her sweet body.
He groaned against the fine skin at the base of her neck and was rewarded with a little, voluptuous shiver that jiggled her breasts against his chest and moved all that cushiony softness beneath and around him.
It was a reminder that he was crushing her. Yet it was beyond him to leave her. Instead, gathering the last of his strength, he rolled onto his back, taking her with him, keeping them joined.
She sprawled, boneless, over him like a sensual blanket. Her inner thighs were silk against his hips and her mouth, pressed now against his collarbone, moved in a phantom caress that evoked a buzz of reaction.
His penis stirred and Aurelio’s laboured breathing faltered as a ripple of pleasure coursed through him.
Again?
Even for a man with such a healthy sexual appetite, that was unusual. It had to be some aberration, a lingering sensation from that white hot orgasm and not—
Amber wriggled a little getting comfortable and his penis stirred again, swelling towards arousal.
Stunned, Aurelio swept his hands over the curve of her back, past the softness of her unbound hair, down to her buttocks. She shivered as he pulled her closer, harder onto him. There it was again. The unmistakable tightening in his groin. Slowly he tilted his pelvis, prodding deeper into those slick depths and a sigh broke from his lips.
Amber lifted her head.
Eyes bright as gems surveyed him. Her lips were the colour of crushed raspberries, her skin flushed, her hair wild and tumbled. She was the most gorgeous thing he’d ever seen.
Aurelio opened his mouth to tell her but the words disintegrated when she moved, levering herself up off his chest, and sitting back, knees at his side.
They were still joined, locked together so that the movement was exquisitely arousing. She knew it. He saw it in the tiny smile flickering at the corners of her mouth, and the way her pulse thrummed. Slowly she licked her lips and he couldn’t prevent his body’s jerk of appreciation.
Amber smiled then, like a cat surveying a bowl of cream. She planted her hands on his ribs to steady herself and then she was moving, slowly drawing herself up high until at the last moment dropping down in a sensual slide that made him see stars all over again.
Aurelio grabbed her hips, clutching her tight. He knew she wouldn’t leave him, not when she was clearly enjoying this as much as he, yet he couldn’t fight the need to hold her tight. Possessiveness as well as pleasure surged. With every slow, sensual slide of her body against his, with every shattered breath and gasp of delight, it intensified.
He didn’t just want Amber. Heneededher. She was vital to him, she was—
Amber circled her hips, driving down hard against him and Aurelio’s thoughts fractured. Unable to stop himself, he thrust high and hard, clamping her to him, driving himself and her towards a peak of acute pleasure that was unattainable, exquisitely unreachable, until suddenly it was there.
Fire stormed his body as he lost his rhythm and shuddered his way into an explosive completion just as Amber’s eyes shut and she screamed his name.
Sensation flared across every pleasure point in his body, branding him with a bliss unlike anything he’d known. It seared his very soul. And at the centre, inseparable from the storm of rapture, was Amber, head flung back, breasts thrust towards him as she rode him.
Beautiful, delectable Amber.
The woman who’d made him feel again.
*
Aurelio didn’t leave that night. He could no more have dragged himself back to his own room than he could have moved the Colosseum single-handed.
Through the night that followed, as they sheltered in each other’s arms and even, occasionally slept, and when they made love again, slowly but with the same profound sense of the world shifting around him, Aurelio felt…
At peace?
That was passive, too ephemeral to describe his bone-deep satisfaction.
At home?
A shiver scudded down his backbone at the idea. It wasn’t—