Secrets and Seduction Las Vegas (Sexy Italian Imports Book 1) (23 page)

His nostrils flared. His breath was labored, like he’d run a mile. “Move, woman, or it’s going to happen here on the couch.”

She smiled. “You don’t want this moment to last forever?”

“Mi uccidi!”

“I
am
a tease. You told me that once before.”

“And I believe you called me a horny bastard.”

“Come with me.” She led him by the hand to the stairs. As they walked up to the second floor, she looked at his handsome face. His eyes watched her every move.

Her bedroom was softly lit from the glow of The Strip. At the bed, she stopped and turned to him.

“Valerie. My God, you’re beautiful.” He kissed her, so completely dominating her it was as if her muscles failed. Between soulful kisses, he whispered sweet Italian love words and removed her halter top. His shirt came off next, and when he pulled her against him, she rubbed her rock-hard nipples against his chest.

“Yes, that’s perfect. Torture me.”

She reached down and grabbed his belt buckle.

He said through clenched teeth, “
Spogliami
.”

She gladly obeyed, unbuckling, unbuttoning, unzipping. She pulled his pants down, let them drop to the floor, and he kicked them away. She looked at his underwear. They were very brief, very sexy, and did not contain his hard shaft at all.

“It’s huge,” she heard herself say then looked into his eyes, feeling a little nervous.

“You can take it all, Valerie. It will be perfect inside you. I’ll go slowly, baby.”

She reached down, touched him.

He jerked as if a thousand volts shot through his body. Her gaze shot to his. “Feels good. Don’t stop.” The words sounded harsh, like gravel.

She freed him from his underwear, slid them down his legs to the floor, and he kicked them away immediately. She looked at his hard cock then wrapped her hand around him.

He groaned and shuddered. “Unbelievable. I’m going out of my mind.”

She could become addicted to this intense passion. She smiled seductively up at him. He put his hands on her shoulders, his eyes smoldering with red-hot tension.

“Antonio, you are fantastic. More perfect than I imagined.”

He picked her up in his powerful arms, and she let out a surprised, “Oh.” Setting her down on the silk bedding, he placed his hands on each side of her waist and just looked at her, her face, her breasts. Her breath came faster, the tingling in her nipples increased as his breath grew heavy.

“Beautiful. A goddess.”

She bit her lower lip, looked into his eyes, reached down, and unzipped her shorts. “Antonio.” She lifted her arms to him, and he slowly lowered himself to lie on her, the feeling of his hard body pressing her into the soft mattress exciting, overwhelming. Her anticipation grew, she felt the pulsing low in her body, hot, wet, ready for him. Then he rolled over, and she was on top. He slid her shorts down her legs. She wiggled and kicked until they were off.

“Birth control?” he asked.

“I’m on the pill.”

He looked surprised. “Since when?”

“Since the day at the Omelet House.”

His hand on her neck, he traced her lower lip with his thumb. “For me?”

“Yes.” She kissed the tip. “Only for you.”

He pulled back. “I want you to know I was tested. I’m clean. But if you want me to wear protection, I will.”

She touched his face, shook her head. “No. I want to feel every hot inch of you, skin on skin.”

He groaned, rolled them over again, and she was on the bottom. Looking into her eyes, he took a breath. “I’m going to make love to you, Valerie. It will be slow and hot. I want you to talk to me. Tell me what you like. Tell me how you like it.”

His voice made every inch of her quiver, his scent invaded her mind, the heat of his body scalded her flesh. Her eyes closed, and she could come any second.

“Hang on. I know what you want, but if you wait—”

“No.” She grabbed his hand, boldly moved it to her panties. “Now.”

He laughed seductively. “Whatever you want, sweetheart.” He put his hand into her panties, found her clit, and vibrated his finger.

Seconds later, she exploded. “Yes! Antonio. Yes!” Her brain filled with a million stars all spinning, racing through her bloodstream, centering on his finger as her body shook in rhythm with his pace. She sucked in a breath, held it, and floated gently back to earth.

“Selfish.”

She smiled with her eyes closed. “I am. Always have been.”

“Always will be?”

She opened her eyes and put her hands at the nape of his neck. “Teach me to share.”

He groaned. “My turn.” He ducked his head, took one nipple in his mouth.

She let her fingernails dig into his shoulders as his tongue teased her. Nipping, licking, sucking. He held her nipple between his teeth and performed some kind of miracle that made her want to climax again. Then he released it only to do the same to the other one.

She grabbed his hair, encouraging him to continue. She let out a squeal. “That is amazing.”

He hummed his agreement, and the vibration of his mouth sent pleasure streaming from her breast down low to her belly.

He kissed her between her breasts then lifted his head and looked into her eyes. She could barely keep hers open, the pleasure was intense. His tongue tasted her, and she shuddered, let out a breathy sigh.

“You like?”

“Oh, yes. Don’t stop.”

He smiled and kissed her again, teasing with his tongue. He sucked her skin, bit gently. Inching his way down her body. At her ribs, he traced the ridges with his tongue. Down lower at her belly button, he kissed then dipped his tongue in, circling, sending waves of pleasure to her core.

He sucked the skin of her belly, nibbled. “You taste good, Valerie. I want to eat you.”

His words sent her drifting toward another climax. “Do it.” She didn’t care how wanton she sounded.

He laughed softly. “Demanding, too. The perfect woman for me.” Then his lips were on her panties. “If your underwear wasn’t so damn cute, I’d rip it off with my teeth.”

“Go ahead. I can buy more.”

He pressed his lips to her muff. “Uh uh. I want to save these. Keep them in my pocket and smell your sexy body when we’re apart.”

She felt herself going over the edge. “Now, Antonio. I can’t wait.”

He taunted her, “No, sweet. You need to wait. You’ve had one orgasm already. Control yourself.”

“Please?” she said sweetly, hoping he would have mercy on her.

“Woman.” He pulled her underwear down quickly, gently pressed her thighs apart, spread her lips. He held her hips, his tongue creating magic on her bud, flicking expertly, bringing her to an amazing orgasm. This time it was fireworks. They exploded in her brain, her body convulsed as each new wave of color shot through her. It went on and on, longer than she thought possible. She was breathless and could barely see when the climax ended.

She lifted her head weakly, looked down at him. He smiled at her from between her legs. “Selfish, demanding, and manipulative. Everything I’ve been looking for in a woman.”

She dropped her head back onto the bed with a satisfied laugh. “You are fantastic. I’m completely exhausted.”

“Do you need to rest a few minutes?”

“Just a few, if you…” Her voice trailed off. It felt like her brain totally disengaged.

“Baby, you taste so good.” His hand caressed her thighs. “Beautiful. Absolute perfection.” He blew softly on her sensitive flesh. It was exquisitely erotic.

How did he know exactly what to do to make her crazy? His tongue touched her swollen skin. Softly, gently, teasing. Her nerve endings pulsated with the lovely sensation.

She heard herself moan again then squeal as his tongue plunged into her, withdrew, plunged, withdrew, over and over again. Her blood coursed through her, heating and sensitizing every inch of her flesh.

When he stopped, she looked down at him. Sexy, like a Roman god poised between her legs, pleasuring her, making her too weak to do anything but let him.

“Are you ready, Valerie?”

She smiled and whispered, “Your turn.” She spread her legs farther apart and lifted her arms to him. “Make me your woman, Antonio.”

His eyes closed, his teeth clenched as if he was fighting for control. When he looked at her again, her heart jumped in her chest. His eyes burned, his nostrils flared. He moved, positioning himself over her, his arms straight, holding his chest above her. When his hard shaft brushed her thigh, she arched her hips and touched him with the quivering flesh between her legs. The sensation was electric.

He stared into her eyes. “I want you, Valerie, more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life.” His brow wrinkled. “I need you to know that.”

She touched her hands on his face. “You have no idea how much that means to me.” Her eyes teared up. God, how she loved this man. She put her hands on his powerful biceps, wrapped her hands around his arms, loving the tightly flexed muscles. Everything inside her told her this was her destiny.

He inched his rigid manhood slowly, deliciously into her. “Tell me if it’s too much, sweet.”

She looked into his eyes. “It’s perfect. More.”

He complied, burying himself in her. “Baby.” He stared into her eyes. “Tell me what you want.”

“Make love to me, Antonio.” Her heart caught in her throat, and she whispered, “Show me how much you desire me.”

He groaned as he kissed her, his mouth hard, tantalizing. His hips moved slowly at first then, as she wrapped her legs around him, he moved faster. His tongue tangled with hers in the same rhythm his manhood slid in and out of her.

She tilted her hips, pushed with her legs to urge him to enter more deeply, and ran her nails down his back.

He lifted his lips from hers, and his face hardened, incredibly masculine, sexy, his hair falling forward. And his eyes, blazing with passion, stared at her like he never wanted this to end.

She would remember this moment forever. The perfect male, taking his woman for the first time. It was her absolute obsession, making love to this man for the rest of her life. It was all she wanted, the only thing she would ever need.

His muscles stiffened, his eyes rolled upward and closed, he threw his head back and held his breath. With a dozen masterful strokes, he came inside her, calling her name softly, “Valerie,
anima mia
.” His movement stopped, but she knew he was still spinning. He collapsed next to her and pulled her into his arms.

He lay breathing for a long time. Under her hand on his chest, his heart beat rapidly. Lying content in his arms, she glanced out the window at The Strip shining its billion lights back at her. That was how she felt, like every light bulb in the valley glowed within her.

She’d heard him call her
anima mia
; my love. He’d said that to her once before, at the restaurant. It was sweet, but she didn’t take it seriously. Italians were known for their extravagant lovemaking, physically as well as emotionally. And oh heavens, was he good physically. But somehow, it became more for her. He made her fall for him. And that would be her secret. She smiled. She just got him back after ten days of hell without him. No sense scaring him away by declaring her feelings. She kissed his chest. “You are a god, Antonio.”

He roused himself, opening his eyes. “Valerie, my sweet, I’ve never had such an intense climax. It was an out-of-body experience.”

She looked into his eyes and saw confusion. “You don’t look very happy about it.”

He smiled, pulled her closer. “Mmmm. I’m happy. Are you okay?”

She laid her head on his chest. “More than okay. I’m deliriously happy.”

He smiled. “Deliriously. Nice adjective.”

“I keep forgetting you’re a writer. I always think of you as just a rich, eccentric biker.”

“That’s my retirement portfolio.”

“Really? I bet you could retire right now if you wanted.”

“I’ve got enough in the bank to live off of if I decided not to write again.”

“You love writing.”

“I do.” He trailed his hand down her back, over her bottom, and back up again. “It’s the one constant in my life. The one thing that’s always there.”

She hoped she would soon be another permanent fixture in his life. “What’s the best part of writing?”

He grunted. “I guess it would be when the characters take over. They literally say and do things I hadn’t thought about.”

“Interesting.” She played with the sleek skin on his chest. “Like they come to life in your subconscious?”

“Yes, as long as that’s not a diagnosis that will get me locked away in an asylum for the rest of my life.”

She laughed. “Absolutely not. I’ll never tell anyone.”

“I knew I was crazy. I just needed a professional to put a name to it.”

“We’ve just discovered a new psychosis. Chronic Character Mind Meld.”

“Sounds like
Star Trek
.”

“I love
Star Trek
. Ryan and I used to go to the
Star Trek
Experience every time I came home from school. Totally geeky.”

“You are a little geeky. I noticed that right away.”

“Hey!” She pinched him lightly on the skin over his ribs.

“Ouch, vixen.” He rolled over, pinning her under him. “You’re in the mood to play rough?”

She smiled seductively. “I think I would like that.” She wiggled her hips.

“Baby. You make me so hard.”

She felt him against her thigh, hard again so soon. And she was outrageously pleased.

He spread her legs with his thighs and slowly entered her, filling her completely, shaking her to the core.

He took her slowly, tenderly. His fingers touched the tiny pearl of pleasure between her legs, and she climaxed before him then again, exactly at the same moment he did. It was magical. Exhausting.

They both slept for an hour, and when she woke and rolled out of bed to go to the bathroom, his sleep-gravelly voice said, “
La donna più bella che ho visto mai.
”

Standing completely naked in front of him, she felt her cheeks redden, but her heart swelled with joy at his words. “Thank you, Antonio, you make me feel beautiful.”

She went into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror.
The most beautiful woman he’d ever seen?
Valerie wasn’t certain that was true, but she felt that way when Antonio looked at her.