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“You want to be seen by me. You like how it feels when I cross all the lines you’ve been taught to fear. You like the way it makes you feel when I touch you. How long are you going to fight me, little nurse?”
Then he leaned in and kissed me. There was nothing soft or gentle about the way his kiss. Nothing hesitant or unsure. He was a man who took whatever the hell he wanted, and right now, he wanted to kiss me breathless – and he did just that.
His lips slammed against mine, his tongue stroking along the seam of my mouth before ruthlessly plunging inside. I briefly tried to push him back out of pure instinct, like if a tiger suddenly licked your hand and you weren’t sure if it was going to eat you or not.
My struggle went exactly nowhere, and I soon realized he wasn’t going to eat me. But I secretly wished he would.
I stopped fighting against him and pulled him closer. He wrapped my floating legs around his waist and pushed me into the tile behind me, grinding his hips against mine. A long, thick harness pushed up at my center, pressing against my pussy. I could feel every roll of his hips and nudge of his cock through my flimsy pajama shorts.
His tongue moved along mine, making me shake. He was so hot, burning me up everywhere he touched. His mouth was warm and wet, and his skin blazed against mine through his soaked shirt. He ground his hard-on in circles between my open legs, right against my clit, and pleasure flooded me. One hand held me up under my ass, while the other rose to my throat. He gripped me by the neck, tilting my head back so he could devour me more thoroughly, his tongue plunging in and out of my mouth in long, drugging kisses that made my head spin.
Every rock of his hips sent pleasure skyrocketing through me. A peak grew inside me. Holy hell, I was gonna come just from being dry humped by this man.
“Stop – I can’t. I’m going to…” I panted out in a whisper. My words were at odds with how tightly I held on to him.
“You’re going to come, and there’s nothing you can do about it,anima mia,” he growled in my ear before taking the lobe in his mouth and sucking on it, a feeling that shot a straight, liquid pulse of pleasure right between my legs.
“There’s nothing wrong about coming for your husband. There’s nothing wrong with what you’re feeling. You’re going to come for me, and it's only going to keep happening, so get used to the idea.”
His hand moved from my neck as my head tipped forward to rest on his shoulder. He was right; I was definitely going to come, and there was nothing that could stop it. I was so sensitive, shuddering on a precipice, and there was no escape.
He took my wet ponytail in his hand and pulled my head back so my glazed eyes met his.
“You’re going to come and let me see it. I want to see every single part of you unraveling,bambina,” he demanded, staring right in my face, his dark eyes drinking up the pleasure etched across my features. “Don’t try to hide…I’ll only find you. You already know that.”
I stiffened, a harsher drag of his engorged cock hitting my swollen clit just right.It’s just nerve endings, remember, Charlotte?
It seemed laughable to think of sex that way as Renato drove me toward a knee-shaking climax. It wasn’t just nerve endings and hormones; it was so much more.
I came hard, my whole body collapsing forward and spasming so firmly I bit my goddamn tongue. Renato stared at me as my lips parted and his name left me on an uncontrollable gasp. The moan that escaped me sounded nothing like me at all. It was completely foreign. I had the sudden idea that there was a whole side of myself that I had ignored and denied, a part just dying to be set free.
This man freed it, whether I wanted him to or not.
Renato watched me as I came, not missing a single detail. He never stopped moving against me, the water furiously lapping against our chests, until the pressure of his unrelenting hardness became too much to take and I flopped into his arms, all pretense at holding myself up gone.
“Brava, Charlotte. You did so well. You’re perfect, just perfect,” he muttered, pressing kisses along my jaw.
I was floating, not just physically, but mentally, too, until he kissed my neck and bit at the chain of my St. Anthony’s medal. “You’re not lost anymore,bambina. I’ve found you, and I’m keeping you,” he murmured against my skin.
I stiffened, reality crashing in.What the hell was I doing?
I pushed away from him and nearly went underwater again. Grabbing on to the ledge, I pulled my way along the side of the pool, feeling like a bedraggled cat desperate to reach dry land.
Renato simply watched me until I was struggling up the steps. My satin PJs clung to me like a second skin, the shorts rucked up, revealing my ass cheeks. I could feel his eyes on me as I sloshed up the steps.
“I never gave you permission to leave, little nurse, nor did you ask for it.”
“I have to get back to Lucy,” I stammered – a lie, and we both knew it. I froze on the warm tile. I really didn’t know if this man would drag me back if I attempted to leave without his permission. Worse still was the part of me that wondered what he would do next. I was sick in the head. There was something wrong with me.
He didn’t let me leave but changed the subject. “How is your sister?”
His sudden question threw me and I turned around to face him. “She’s okay. Quiet. Upset, no, devastated at the wedding news. So, a pretty normal reaction.” I put my wet hands on my burning cheeks.
“Yet your reaction is far from normal by that definition,” Renato pointed out. He was so damn close, I could see flecks of gold in his rich, brown eyes.
My laugh sounded bitter. “You only think that because you don’t really know me,” I started.
“Don’t I? Charlotte Elizabeth Burke, daughter of Mary and John Burke, both deceased, grew up between the ages of thirteen and eighteen at Mercy House Children’s Home. Only sibling is Lucy Elizabeth Burke.”
