your
position and your swift action regarding the matter. If you’ll give us a few
minutes to shower and dress,” Antonio said, dismissing the business owner.
“Take your time.
The suite is yours as long as you require it.” Then he was gone, and she was
alone with a smug looking Antonio.
“I told you he was
hitting on you.”
“That’s absurd.”
“You think so?” He
parted his robe, allowing his cock to spring free. He wrapped his fist around
it and stroked. “This is what you do to me, Clare. I want you every minute of
every day. I think of you when I close my eyes at night and I wake up dreaming
of sinking into you.”
“Really?”
He sounded so
sincere, and with the evidence plainly in front of her, she could almost
believe it was true.
He tucked his
erection under the flap of his robe in the same unselfconscious way he had
earlier, as if his arousal was something he’d learned to live with. He reached
for her hand. “Come here.” One firm tug and she was on her feet following him
across the room. “Let me show you what I see when I look at you.”
He pushed the
changing room door wide, so they were face-to-face with the full-length mirror
on the back. There were two things she hated in this world—cameras and mirrors.
They could be counted on to shatter any illusions one held about themselves,
and the last thing she wanted to do was confront her ample shortcomings with
The Sexiest Man Alive. Eyes lied. Reflections did not.
His strong arms
bracketed her waist, anchoring her back to his front. The thick ridge of his
arousal pressed against the small of her back. She tugged at his forearms in a
futile effort to dislodge herself. He held her tighter and moved his lips
against her ear.
“Look in the
mirror, Clare.”
Reluctantly, she
raised her gaze. Her heart fluttered at the picture they made together. She
looked almost small cradled against his much larger frame. Her ivory skin
appeared pale in contrast to his darker bronze tones.
“You’re
breathtaking.” His hand came up to trace the lines of her face. “You have the
features of an angel.” His thumb swept over her mouth, leaving a trail of fire.
“Your lips would tempt a saint to sin. And your eyes…they’re windows to your
soul.” His gaze met hers in the mirror. “Everything you feel shows in them.
Right now, you’re wary but excited. Aroused, perhaps.”
“I’m not.” Even
she didn’t believe her breathless lie.
“Ah, but you are.”
His fingers closed around her jaw then slid down to span her neck. “Your pulse
is racing, and your eyes are dilated. You want me to touch you. Don’t even try
to tell me otherwise.”
She wouldn’t,
couldn’t.
“However, I will
stop if you want me to. Say the word, Clare, and I’ll let you go.” He held her
still for the space of a moment. “No protest?”
She shook her head
because she was positive no sound would come out if she tried to speak.
“Good, then I’m
going to touch you, look at you. I’m going to show you why I, and every other
man on the planet, would want to be with you.”
His hand at her
throat slipped lower, past her clavicle, dipping into the V of her robe, coming
to a stop just above the swell of her breasts. Sensations rippled across her
skin, and her nipples tightened in anticipation of his touch. She grew lightheaded.
Her body recognized the problem, and her lungs involuntarily filled. Her heart
raced in response, sending oxygen rich blood to her brain.
A scrap of sanity
wedged into her consciousness. Then he took her left breast in his hand, and
she couldn’t think of anything other than the sexiest man on the planet was
touching her . It had to be a dream.
His fingers
massaged the soft mound. He pinched her nipple, and a bolt of lightning shot
straight to her womb.
No dream. Shocking
reality.
“Let me see you.”
His warm breath caressed her ear.
She reached for
the tie at her waist, but before she could loosen the simple knot, his
position and your swift action regarding the matter. If you’ll give us a few
minutes to shower and dress,” Antonio said, dismissing the business owner.
“Take your time.
The suite is yours as long as you require it.” Then he was gone, and she was
alone with a smug looking Antonio.
“I told you he was
hitting on you.”
“That’s absurd.”
“You think so?” He
parted his robe, allowing his cock to spring free. He wrapped his fist around
it and stroked. “This is what you do to me, Clare. I want you every minute of
every day. I think of you when I close my eyes at night and I wake up dreaming
of sinking into you.”
“Really?”
He sounded so
sincere, and with the evidence plainly in front of her, she could almost
believe it was true.
He tucked his
erection under the flap of his robe in the same unselfconscious way he had
earlier, as if his arousal was something he’d learned to live with. He reached
for her hand. “Come here.” One firm tug and she was on her feet following him
across the room. “Let me show you what I see when I look at you.”
He pushed the
changing room door wide, so they were face-to-face with the full-length mirror
on the back. There were two things she hated in this world—cameras and mirrors.
They could be counted on to shatter any illusions one held about themselves,
and the last thing she wanted to do was confront her ample shortcomings with
The Sexiest Man Alive. Eyes lied. Reflections did not.
His strong arms
bracketed her waist, anchoring her back to his front. The thick ridge of his
arousal pressed against the small of her back. She tugged at his forearms in a
futile effort to dislodge herself. He held her tighter and moved his lips
against her ear.
“Look in the
mirror, Clare.”
Reluctantly, she
raised her gaze. Her heart fluttered at the picture they made together. She
looked almost small cradled against his much larger frame. Her ivory skin
appeared pale in contrast to his darker bronze tones.
“You’re
breathtaking.” His hand came up to trace the lines of her face. “You have the
features of an angel.” His thumb swept over her mouth, leaving a trail of fire.
“Your lips would tempt a saint to sin. And your eyes…they’re windows to your
soul.” His gaze met hers in the mirror. “Everything you feel shows in them.
Right now, you’re wary but excited. Aroused, perhaps.”
“I’m not.” Even
she didn’t believe her breathless lie.
“Ah, but you are.”
His fingers closed around her jaw then slid down to span her neck. “Your pulse
is racing, and your eyes are dilated. You want me to touch you. Don’t even try
to tell me otherwise.”
She wouldn’t,
couldn’t.
“However, I will
stop if you want me to. Say the word, Clare, and I’ll let you go.” He held her
still for the space of a moment. “No protest?”
She shook her head
because she was positive no sound would come out if she tried to speak.
“Good, then I’m
going to touch you, look at you. I’m going to show you why I, and every other
man on the planet, would want to be with you.”
His hand at her
throat slipped lower, past her clavicle, dipping into the V of her robe, coming
to a stop just above the swell of her breasts. Sensations rippled across her
skin, and her nipples tightened in anticipation of his touch. She grew lightheaded.
Her body recognized the problem, and her lungs involuntarily filled. Her heart
raced in response, sending oxygen rich blood to her brain.
A scrap of sanity
wedged into her consciousness. Then he took her left breast in his hand, and
she couldn’t think of anything other than the sexiest man on the planet was
touching her . It had to be a dream.
His fingers
massaged the soft mound. He pinched her nipple, and a bolt of lightning shot
straight to her womb.
No dream. Shocking
reality.
“Let me see you.”
His warm breath caressed her ear.
She reached for
the tie at her waist, but before she could loosen the simple knot, his
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