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When the first shred of common sense penetrated she let it slip past, because her need for him was unrelenting.
She unzipped his trousers as he shoved up her dress. They were working together, their hands knowing where to go, their mouths melding and crushing any prospect of restraint.
She quivered and moaned very softly as his finger delved between the folds of her soft femininity to find the pulsing bud of her clitoris. She spasmed against his finger, collapsing like a rag doll, as wave after wave of sensuous pleasure rolled over her.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders.
This was good, but she wanted more...needed more. Needed him to push deep inside her so that her whole body exploded.
She tugged him back, and somehow they made their way to the bed, but only barely. She fell back onto the mattress, still fully dressed.
His zipper was still undone and his shirt was flapping, half out, half still tucked into the waistband of the trousers. He eased his trousers off and reached for the thickness of his erection, bulging against his boxers.
There was no teasing...no time for the game of seduction.
No time for getting their clothes off, even.
They fumbled like horny teenagers, and when he sank into her wetness she contracted around him and moved to his tempo, her body bucking, her nails digging into his shirt, her legs wrapped around him even though the dress was still on, hoicked up around her waist.
It was raw and primitive and visceral, and an explosion of mind-bending pleasure that made her want to sob with the joy and satisfaction of it.
‘Alessio...’
She looked away as he kissed her neck, and for a few moments they were both lost in the shuddering aftermath of their lovemaking.
Then he heaved himself off her, and turned to look at her before sliding off the bed. His dark eyes were sombre as she shifted and did something to her dress, tugging it down and then retrieving her the knickers, which were hanging off one ankle, kicked aside in those heady moments of lust.
‘Sophie... I’ve just come from downstairs...’
‘Why are you looking so serious?’ she asked. ‘You’re freaking me out.’
‘We need to go down there, but I’m warning you: this isn’t the small celebration we banked on.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘I mean, Sophie...that he’s asked the whole bloody village...’
CHAPTER TEN
SOPHIEHEARDTHEbabble of voices from the sitting room before they even hit the bottom of the stairs.
She had been galvanised into action the second that contented, utterly ill-advised post-sexlull had passed and Alessio’s urgent, serious voice had reminded her that the cold hand of reality didn’t include falling back into the sack with him.
There had been no time to shower, but time enough to straighten herself. Still, she felt utterly lacking in composure as she paused to watch Sarah bustling her way towards the sitting room with a tray of appetisers. Behind her an unfamiliar lad in formal black trousers and a white long-sleeved shirt was carrying a similar tray with drinks.
‘Leonard’s hiredwaiting staff?’
‘So it would seem...’ Alessio drawled.
‘When? Why? He never mentioned a thing... Did he say anything to you?’
‘I think he knew better than to let anything slip.’ They looked at one another, paused on the staircase, inches apart, their bodies still warm from the ebbing of their lust.
‘What’s he playing at?’ she asked in a high-pitched voice.
But Sophie knew what Leonard was playing at, and she quailed in horror.
When Alessio had said that ‘half the bloody village’ had been invited, she’d kept her fingers crossed that he’d exaggerated.
