is it you want to know most? How it feels to have a
man caress you here, like this?' Still holding her
shoulder with his left hand, he trailed the fingers of
his right hand down the whole length of her body to
her knee, and then slowly stroked up the inside of her
clenched thigh.
Helplessly, Jodie closed her eyes as her flesh absorbed
the intimacy of his touch and then reacted with
a series of sensual shudders that ricocheted relentlessly
through her.
'Ah, so you like that? And this?' His lips were
caressing the sensitive spot just behind her ear, causing
the ache deep inside her body to become a fiercely
urgent eager pulse.
Jodie moaned in outraged protest. He had no right
to be doing this to her.
But Lorenzo had obviously mistaken the cause of
her moan, because he murmured, 'More curiosity?
Very well, then — you shall have your answer.' His
hand swept up over her body to her breast, shaping it
and then rubbing the pad of his thumb over the erect
swelling of her nipple until all she could visualise
inside her head was his tongue curling round her nipple
and then lapping rhythmically at it.
Knowing her own desire had never been an issue
for her; it was having that desire not just satisfied but
aroused to the pitch it was being aroused to now that
had always been her problem. She had imagined she
might feel like this, but her imagination had fallen
way short of the reality, she acknowledged dizzily as
she locked her fingers in the thick darkness of
Lorenzo’s hair and urged his head down towards her
eager nipple. In the afternoon sunshine that filled the
room through the slats in the window blind, she could
see the telltale hardness of Lorenzo’s erection, and
her senses twisted with sweet triumph at the sight of
his arousal.
'Still curious?' Lorenzo’s tongue stroked the sensitive
flesh of her nipple and her body arched up towards
him for more. His hand dipped between her
legs, his palm warm against the eager swelling of her
mound. Instinctively Jodie held her breath, willing
him to part the closed lips of her sex and find the wet
heat waiting so urgently for him. Reality, reason, responsibility
were forgotten. She was like someone
possessed by a sudden fever — taken over by it so that
it overruled every other control system within her.
The knowing fingers answered her silent plea, parting
the soft pads of flesh and then stroking her with intimately
long, slow strokes that made her cry out
whilst her body jerked in frantic response.
'Now you see what your curiosity has brought you
to,' she heard Lorenzo saying thickly. But he wasn’t
making any attempt to stop giving her the pleasure
his touch was inciting. Instead his touch became
stronger and deeper, until — suddenly and shockingly—
the ache inside her became a fierce convulsion
that gripped her and then exploded into an intense
orgasm.
Jodie lay stiffly on the bed, refusing to look at
Lorenzo. She felt scorched by the humiliation of what
had happened, and too close to tears to risk allowing
herself to speak. Not because she had had an orgasm
— it wasn’t her first, after all — but because of
the way she had had it. And because of the man who
had called it up out of her body so effortlessly.
'You shouldn’t have done that,' she finally managed
to say.
'No,' Lorenzo agreed heavily. 'I should not.'
Jodie closed her eyes. She could feel him withdrawing
from her as he stood up.
'I’ll go and ring the salon and tell them we shall
be later than arranged.'
Why had she let that happen? Why hadn’t she
stopped him straight away? Her post-orgasm lethargy
clung heavily to her body as she showered again and
dressed as quickly as she could, promising herself that
it was never, ever going to happen again. Lorenzo
was a man — and an Italian — he was probably driven
by machismo and all those other things that gave such
men their powerful sexuality. And of course her unwitting
challenge had meant that he had had to make
his point to her. Other than that she had no idea why
he had done what he had — only that he must not be
allowed to do so again.
Lorenzo stood in his study and looked broodingly
out of the window. He had never been the kind of
man who allowed himself to be driven or ridden by
the needs of his body, so why, why had he allowed
himself to give in to them now? She was just another
woman, that was all, and not even an obviously sexually
available woman.
Not sexually available, no, but sexually responsive…
Lorenzo closed his eyes and immediately saw
Jodie as he had seen her minutes before, lying naked
on the bed, giving herself up to her pleasure…the
pleasure he had given her. Immediately his body, still
half tumescent from its earlier unsatisfied arousal,
stiffened into a painfully hard erection. He couldn’t
