Then it was as if a river burst its banks inside her. Her own aching hunger washed her away. Abruptly she came down on top of him, fervently sealing her lips to his, exchanging kiss for kiss in driving, eager welcome.
Truly…madly…deeply, for ever and ever, was the last rational thought she had. He flipped her over and pinned her beneath him, a hair-roughened thigh settling between hers, and her whole body responded to the raw sensual force of that contact because all of a sudden she couldn’t get close enough to him. He slid onto his side, fingers flying to the buttons on her nightdress, hands unusually clumsy, frustration currenting through him as he dragged his mouth suddenly from hers and vented a ragged expletive in Italian.
Breathing so fast her lungs felt as if they were burning, she watched him overcome the barrier, noticed his lean hands were shaking and experienced an electrifying new sense of feminine power. But then her wondering eyes were intercepted by incandescent gold and the force of her own craving made her tremble too. With an unashamed groan of need, Luke curved his hands over the pouting white breasts he had exposed, thumbs glancing over the taut pink buds straining for his attention.
She cried out loud. He came down to her again, employed his mouth tenderly on the intolerably sensitive peaks until she writhed and clutched wildly at him, driven by a sensation far stronger than she was but still desperately wanting more. A burning, frantic ache was starting to flame low in her stomach. Her fingers clenched into his hair and then he pulled free to rise over her and crush her mouth with wild passion under his again.
And all the time his incredibly skilled hands were caressing her, smoothing possessively over her straining, acutely sensitised breasts, toying with the tormentingly tender tips and skimming down to splay over the quivering, contracting muscles of her stomach. Heart thundering insanely fast, she moaned under his wickedly expert mouth, giant waves of excitement breaking over her. Feeling the bold jut of his aroused manhood pressing against her thigh, her hips rose in wanton supplication, her knees sliding apart.
Luke tore his lips from hers, a long shudder racking his big, powerful body as he rolled back from her, snatching in an audibly fractured breath. He groaned and as she uttered a startled whimper of abandonment he brought her back to him, taking the invitation she offered, finally touching her where she ached to be touched and so gently and knowingly that her teeth clenched and she clung pleadingly to him in a throbbing agony of need.
His smouldering dark golden gaze was hot as a flame on her oval face. Her heart started a slow, thudding pound behind her breastbone. She was in a state of alert that left her too tense to breathe and with her tongue glued to the roof of her dry mouth. She was maddeningly aware of the heaviness of her breasts and the tingling tenderness of her nipples. Liquid heat was pooling like a rich swirl of honey in her pelvis. She shifted in her seat, suddenly unable to sit still, feeling the familiar hunger build like a dam about to break its banks and wash away her barriers.
‘Allie…’ Coiling one hand into the wild tangle of her hair, he demanded her attention when attention was the very last thing she wanted to summon.
So all-consuming was that explosive hunger for satisfaction, she did not respond. With a driven groan, he withdrew his skilful fingers from the pulsing, damp centre of desire that controlled her. Bereft of sensation, her eyes opened.
‘Dio…if you want me to stop, tell me now,’ he spelt out with ragged bite. ‘I won’t take anything you don’t want to give!’
She looked up at him, on a high of such incredible craving, it was the most extraordinary effort to try to reason. He gazed down at her on a similar high of visible frustration, a dark flush on his spectacular cheekbones, scorching golden eyes pinned to her as if she were the Holy Grail about to be snatched out of reach. Wonderment filled her as she read his unusually eloquent
eyes and then a flood of fiercely possessive tenderness squeezed her heart like a gigantic hand.
She hauled him down to her again with forceful hands, raw physical hunger meshing with a new sense of freedom.
‘Is that a yes…?’ he gritted hoarsely.
‘Yes…yes…yes,’ she mumbled, covering that beautifully tempting mouth of his worshippingly with her own.
He claimed her soft, full lips with a hungry growl of resolve. The hot, hard insistence of his mouth on hers was shockingly demanding. He gave her no opportunity to deny him and the erotic plunge of his tongue into the tender interior of her mouth made her shiver violently in reaction against his big, powerful frame. Her heartbeat was racing. Every sense she possessed was reeling from the impact. The taste of him was addictive.
He jerked back as if he had been prodded with a hot poker. ‘Protection,’ he muttered with jagged delivery.
She blinked, simply one huge, aching, mindless pool of lust, and then he returned to her, settling himself powerfully between her thighs, and she felt his smooth, hard shaft probing for entrance and simply melted. The feeling was so exquisitely pleasurable, she moaned with shock and delight. And then he was moving with hungry, driving vigour, setting up a passionate primal rhythm which sent her crazy with excitement. Their hearts thumping, pulses racing, he took her on a wild rollercoaster ride of incredible pleasure and when the sunburst explosion of release gripped her at the highest peak it was so intense, so terrifyingly strong, she wasn’t capable of anything for long, endless minutes afterwards.
But she was still conscious, still capable of tensing in surprise as Luke pressed his mouth breathlessly to hers in a fleeting, tender caress and then slid over on his side, carrying her with him. She was hot and he was even hotter but she revelled in the closeness of that embrace.