sweat on her skin shifted into hot sheen. He covered her body with his and flicked her clit one more time.
“Please, Mr. B—”
He tugged at her piercing, and a sharp pain zapped through her. “Lorenzo.”
Shit. Was her fantasy so obvious? She felt her cheeks reddening and willed the embarrassment away. “Lorenzo. Come inside me.”
He touched her piercing again, this time with a gentle flick, and plunged into her. It took a couple seconds for her walls to adjust to his girth. He dipped his head and delved his tongue into her mouth. To her surprise, his kiss was tender, his lips gentle, his tongue stroking her. She relaxed, loosened her inner muscles, and at last he moved in her, and her soaked walls clung to his length.
She wrapped her legs around his butt and enjoyed the opportunity to cup the nice ass she had drooled over so many times in the past. It was smooth, meaty, and just perfect. As he slid in and out of her, the intimate piercing intensified the pleasure building inside her.
He broke the kiss and grasped her breasts, his teeth grazing her nipple, and the brown tip grew hard as a diamond. A groan flew past his parted lips, his thick eyelashes sweeping over his eyes. He withdrew one last time and drove into her hard and strong, all the way to the hilt.
“Lorenzo.” A long moan announced her climax, and she closed her eyes, the emotions too profuse. She was slowly recovering when he moved inside her, and she realized he was still fully erect.
“I want you on all fours,” he said in a low voice and patted her hip as he drew out. She turned around and went to the middle of the bed, hands and knees on the mattress, her ass up in the air.
This time, without foreplay, he drove himself into her, and she gasped. Oh, it was wonderful. He filled her with every thrust, each time sliding out only to return with an almost violent, primeval need to slam deeper into her. Harder. He leaned over her and flicked her clit, his thumb playing with the metal until all her nerve endings seared.
He was fucking her, fair and square, and she loved it.
Growling like a caged animal that had finally found his freedom, he fingered her. When she began to quiver, he withdrew and impaled her one last time and groaned as they both fell to the mattress, his sweat-streaked body on hers.
Lorenzo rubbed his eyes and yawned.
Powerful rays of sunshine skipped through the curtains, and he propped himself on his elbows. A glance around reminded him where he was. At Viola’s villa.
He moved to sit on the bed, but his body touched another. His pulse raced, and he turned his head in the direction of the blend of magnolia and vanilla fragrance his brain had already begun to register. Alice.
She slept on her side, half covered by the silky sheet. Thank goodness her gorgeous breasts faced the other way, otherwise he’d be tempted to indulge and respond to his already throbbing erection.
No. The previous night, he hadn’t been able to resist her. Maybe resist was a strong word. He had preferred to give in to temptation; after all, he was only human. And when had he had sex last? An eternity ago.
Their bodies molded to each other with perfection. Of course, it was merely sexual. He wasn’t looking for a relationship, and someone like Alice would never fit the bill. She was gorgeous, and sexy as hell. But a relationship with a cynic like him would ruin her good nature and happy-go-lucky personality. Wasn’t that what marriage did to you? Wasn’t that what Kristin had done to him? Only this time, he’d have to explain things to Cara.
He scratched his head. No good would come out of this. How would he be able to look Alice in the eye and have her work for him like before, after the night they shared? Alice Sommers was trouble. Even if she didn’t follow him to New York, there would still be the time together before she quit. Damn it. What do you mean, if she doesn’t go to New York City? She has to. You need to convince her.
“Hhhmm…” Alice hummed and moved into him, her behind rubbing against his thigh. Whatever reasons he could conjure not to have sex, his cock surely disagreed. Which was why he gathered his willpower, scooted from the bed, and sat up in record speed.
“Alice,”