Ezio dipped his head and rested his forehead against hers. “We need to adjust your thinking. Every man within a hundred miles would notice your beautiful breasts beneath this T-shirt.”
“Really?”
“Really.” His lips were so tantalizing close. So close.
“Ezio?”
“Hmmm?”
“You promised me a kiss last night. And today I’m squeaky clean, and I’m pretty sure I smell good.”
His grin was slow and oh-so-sexy. “You smell amazing.” He nuzzled her temple, then kissed her there, trailing his lips down her jaw until he reached her neck, so he could give her a soft love bite, which he then quickly soothed with his lips and tongue.
She moaned.
“Is that the kind of sound you made?”
“What?”
“At the poker table. Did you moan like that?” He kissed his way up to her chin, then was at her lips, holding himself apart from her, looking into her eyes. “Is that the sound you made?”
“God no. You weren’t there.”
His smile was pure male satisfaction. Then he lowered his head and fireworks exploded. Her heartbeat raced as his lips smoothed back and forth over hers, daring her to follow where he led. Samantha couldn’t get enough of his tantalizing caresses, wanting to experience so much more from this man.
As he teased her lips open, he pulled the scrunchie from her ponytail, then ran his fingers through her hair. Again and again he would start at her scalp with those magic fingers kneading those sensitive nerves, then trailing ever downwards until he finally reached the small of her back where her hair ended.
Samantha wasn’t passive either—she’d been admiring the tight fit of Ezio’s Henley shirt over his muscles all morning, and now was her opportunity to touch, and touch she did. She was like a kid in a candy store. She stroked down his biceps, testing the strength that she found. His physique called to her on a primal level. Samantha coasted both hands around to Ezio’s strong back, slipping down and down until she found the hem of his shirt. Did she dare?
Even over his clothes, she could feel the heat of him. She wanted more—no, not want, she needed more. She had to touch. She glided her hands underneath the charcoal cotton cloth and she moaned as she touched the warmed muscles of his back.
In perfect harmony, Ezio’s kiss took her deeper, to a whole new level of want. She spiraled higher as he thrust his tongue into her mouth and took her over into a whole new world of need. There was a part of her that knew he was still worried about the risks she had taken, and this was his way of assuring himself that she was here, and safe. But who cared what his motivation was? She loved how he was devouring her.
His big hand stroked under her shirt, or was it his shirt? Did it matter? He was going up and up, until her breast was resting in the palm of his hand, and didn’t that feel good?
Samantha shot into the stratosphere of pleasure. He had a man’s hand, a little rough and work-worn, and when his thumb started rubbing against her nipple heat pooled between her legs and she sagged against him.
The drug-inducing kiss didn’t stop, instead, it continued until she thought her hair would catch on fire, or she might melt. Nothing ever in her life had come close to this moment. Her hands kneaded the muscles of his back, wanting to pull him even closer. She winced as her right wrist twinged, but in the grand scheme of things, who cared?
Where was the bed? She couldn’t stand up anymore, she needed to lie down.
“That’s what I like to hear,” his smokey voice could lure any woman to decadent deeds.
What had she said? What did he like? “What?”
“Those little purring sounds you make when you’re enjoying yourself.”
“I like it when you talk. You have a sexy voice.”
He laughed, and she felt it reverberate through every female part of herself. “Let’s see if I can do other things that you think are sexy.” He bent her backwards over his arm and put his lips to the other nipple that had been ignored.
“You’re getting the shirt wet,” she protested.
He laughed again. “I have a lot to teach you.” Then he opened his mouth and sucked the tip of her breast inside his mouth, and pleasure shot straight to her brain. She couldn’t think of anything but his hand and mouth, and the bliss that they created.
Ezio must have known where the bed was, because he laid her down upon the fluffy duvet and she sank deeper into rapture. She tried to pull up his shirt, but it wasn’t working.
“Off,” she cried.
He looked down at her with a frown. He was braced on one elbow and his leg was centered between hers. “You need me off the bed?” he asked.
“No, take your shirt off,” she wailed in frustration.
Again, with the sexy laugh. He lifted up and did that move that guys did, where they pulled their shirts over their heads with one hand. Samantha stared at his chest. At his abs. At the arrow of hair that abruptly ended where his jeans began. She reached out to touch.
“Uh, uh, uh, uh,” he scolded. “Fair’s fair.”
“Huh?”
If I had to take off my shirt, then you have to take off my shirt.”
She giggled at his joke. She struggled to sit up.
“Here, I’ll help,” Ezio offered. Gently he helped her into a sitting position, then before she could do much more than ogle his chest, she found herself without a shirt on.
“How’d you do that?”
“Ancient Navy secret,” Ezio grinned. “Now, where were we?”
“I think you were getting your
