She rolled her eyes. “There it is right there. The reason I’m reluctant to let you have your way. You think I’m your plaything.”
He frowned. “Aren’t you? You have that hot little body, and no one else gets to touch it but me. I’m pretty sure we’ve established you were made for me. Put on this earth just for my sole pleasure.”
She laughed. “You are so crazy. That’s not true at all. It’s the other way around.”
He managed to look genuinely puzzled. “It is? How so?” He put the plate to one side and circled the impressive girth of his cock. “This belongs to you?”
She nodded. “I’m afraid so, Giovanni. All mine. In fact, now that I’ve had my meal, I may just demand dessert.”
“I don’t know. I think you’re a little mixed up.”
She couldn’t take her eyes off the sight of him, sitting on the wide edge of the bathtub, his hand sliding over his shaft with a lazy fist. She loved the way he looked. She loved the fact that he was so easy about sex. She’d been raised to believe sex was natural, a part of life that was fun with your partner and there were no limits as long as both consented. She liked that Giovanni enjoyed it and was willing to have fun and be adventurous.
“Come here,” she enticed.
“Get out of there and lie on the bed.” He turned the knob to allow the water to drain out of the tub.
The sinful gleam in his eyes excited her. Her sex clenched and her breasts suddenly ached. She was so tired, and yet just that look, just the sight of him sitting there naked, his cock gloriously erect, could wipe out the exhaustion. “I don’t know how I could have been so silly,” she murmured aloud. Thinking she could leave him. Thinking she wanted to leave him.
She stood up slowly, letting the water run off her. She’d shaved in the shower, feeling deliciously wicked, baring her mound so she could feel every stroke of his tongue. She felt sexy and wanton as she stepped out of the tub to be enveloped by the thick, soft towel he put around her shoulders.
“Braid your hair.”
“It will be wet when I wake up.”
“That’s all right. Braid it.”
She dropped the towel on the floor and undid the spa towel. She liked that he watched her every movement. That made her aware of her body. The lift of her breasts as she raised her arms to separate her hair into three sections. She had thick, curly hair and it wasn’t easy, especially when he crouched down next to her thighs and licked at the perfumed drops running down her legs. Fingers of desire danced up and down her thighs. Her sex reacted, clenching hotly. Still, she managed to braid her hair quickly and secure it with the tie he handed her.
She tried not to hurry into the bedroom, but she wanted him suddenly with such a deep need she could barely keep from flinging herself at him. She saw the heavy drapes were pulled over the privacy screens. One small light, a dim spray of gold, came from the ceiling light directly over the middle of the bed. She stretched out under it, watching his face the entire time.
There was no way to put into words the way she felt lying there under that golden spotlight, the rays beaming out over her body, displaying every naked curve to him. His expression showed his appreciation, the way his gaze moved hotly over her, the way the sensual lines of lust carved deeper into his face so that he looked as if he was the very definition of sin.
Her heart accelerated and she suddenly couldn’t lie still, her hips rocking gently in anticipation. She wanted to look at his body. It was so beautiful. So masculine. But all she could do was watch his face as his gaze traveled over her. In that moment, she felt truly his, as if she really had been born for him. As if he was so hungry for her, no one else could possibly do for him. Only her. Only Sasha Provis. He looked at her as if he was the Big Bad Wolf about to devour her ravenously.
He reached out one hand, his eyes never leaving the rise and fall of her breasts as he stroked caresses over the curves. Every brush of his fingers sent heat curling through her body. She found she liked the fact that she was tired and felt lazy and yet sensuous as she lay there in the soft glow of the light. “I want to be yours, Giovanni,” she admitted.
His mouth curved. Just a little, as if her admission meant something to him.
“I like that you want to be mine, Sasha. You’re so damn beautiful, sometimes I can’t believe you’re real. The fact that you’re in my bedroom, in my bed, is still shocking to me.”
She liked that, too. Giovanni had every reason to be arrogant, and to others, she knew he seemed that way, but with her, he was different and that meant something to her. Lying on the bed with a few drops of water still clinging to her skin, his gaze hot as hell as it moved over her, brought her nipples to a peak and sent hot liquid gathering at the vee of her legs.
She swiped a finger through the liquid and lifted it up toward his mouth. At once he bent his head and drew her finger into his mouth. He was sexy, the way he looked at her, carnal sin his very expression. She dug her heels into the bed and shifted her body around so she could hang her head slightly off the bed.
“Come here, honey. I need to feel you in my mouth.”
Giovanni stared down at the perfection of the woman enticing him—seducing him. He didn’t understand how it all had come about, how he’d managed to find her—his woman. Perfect for him. She never shied away from anything in the bedroom. She made her demands and expected him to do so as well. She reveled in his demands of her. He moved around the bed and brought both hands to frame her face.
“I love watching my cock disappear down your throat. It’s the sexiest thing imaginable.”
She gave an adorable pout. “Why are you just standing there out of my reach?”
Her gaze moved over his hand, the one he circled his cock with. He did it deliberately, staying just out of her reach. He waited, knowing her, knowing what she would try next. She reached for him and he caught her hand, whipped the soft cotton rope out from under the bed and lashed it around her wrist, flipped her over, caught her other hand and tugged it behind her back so he could knot the two together. Putting one knee gently in the middle of her back, he caught her ankle and drew it up so he could tie one leg to her hands. He flipped her back over and reached for the other leg. That one he stretched out from her body and tethered it to the bedpost.
“What are you doing? I’m not a calf.” But she was laughing.
“No, you’re not,” he agreed. He pulled her to the edge of the bed again so her head could tilt over the side. “Now, you’re my woman, ready and willing to do anything I want.”
“I’m always ready and willing to do anything you want.”
“I’ve got interesting ideas, some might shock you.” He leaned over her, his chest sliding over her breasts, his cock filling her mouth as he reached with both hands to hold her little flower open for the exploration of his tongue.
Her cry was muffled around his cock. He hadn’t given her much time to catch a breath before he’d stuffed her mouth. He was big and her lips had to stretch to accommodate him. Still, he pushed deep to feel the amazing suction of her mouth and the lash of her tongue. He held himself there, letting her suck hard, feeling the heat of her mouth wrapped around him like a silken fist. He pulled back, not all the way out, and then pushed deep again. When he pushed into her, he stabbed deep with his tongue, his finger flicking her clit.
She cried out around his cock, her hips bucking, but she couldn’t go anywhere, not tied, and not with the weight of his body holding hers down. He lifted his head as he eased back to give her a chance to breathe. As he waited for her to draw in air, he pinched her clit gently. Most of the nerve endings were there on the sides and the breath exploded out of her.