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“My nursing program. You said to convince you to let me finish, but I don’t know how.”
“With your rich imagination, I’m sure you’ll come up with something,” he said, his gaze bouncing between my eyes and my lips.
My body grew hot at the memory of last night.
“Think, little nurse. What do I want from you?” His deep voice twisted up my insides.
“Sex?” I muttered.
Renato smirked. “I suppose no one can accuse you of being a romantic, can they?”
He leaned in, bringing his face so close to mine I started to feel dizzy. He was pulling me deeper into his orbit, and it was disorienting. “Sex, we will have. What else do I want from you?”
I wet my lips, my mouth suddenly dry as hell. “I don’t know. Kids?”
“Kids we will have, too. Try again…” He studied me for a moment and then sighed. He started to pull back, his focus shifting from me to the desk.
Fuck. The bug.Do something, Charlie. Anything!
My hand tightened on his jaw before I could question it, and then I was pushing myself forward. He jerked to a stop when I pressed a chaste kiss to his lips, seeming just as startled as I was. I moved my lips over his, desperately trying to distract him from discovering what I’d been up to.
My panicked attempt to distract him worked better than I ever could have hoped.
Despite the clumsiness of my touch and the chasteness of my unsure kiss, he groaned against my lips and yanked me closer. He kissed me like he wanted to consume me, and I burned in his arms. I had no choice, I reassured myself. I needed to distract him. That was the only reason I’d climbed on the pyre and lit myself on fire.
Liar. I ignored the voice in my head and lost myself in his touch, burning up all over like he’d lit a fever in me.
“This,anima mia, is what I want from you,” he said, his lips falling to my neck. “Your unequivocal surrender.”
I melted in his arms, a heat that scared me building inside my core. I felt empty and needy and just wanted more of his touch. I wanted reassurance and proof that I was alive. I wanted to feel safe, just for a second, and I was pretty sure there was no safer place in the world for me than in this man’s arms.
“Lose the pants,” Renato ordered, his hands roaming over my ass.
I froze, staring up at him.
“I said lose the pants. I want to see your pretty pussy, right here, on my desk.”
I was still frozen with shock when he sighed and tugged down my leggings, taking my panties with them. The cool air snaking around the open patio doors hit my skin, and I shivered.
He guided me onto the desk. What the hell was happening? I should do something. I should stop this. Logical thoughts filed through my head and barely stopped. But then I was bare-assed on the desk, and the man who had consumed my entire life stood between my legs.
“Now, let me see,” he said firmly, pushing my knees apart.
I blanched. It was broad daylight, and I’d never been so exposed. My fumbling sexual experiences had happened in the dark, under covers and a thick cloak of self-consciousness and shame.
It’s okay. You’re just distracting him from finding the bug. This is what you have to do,a soothing voice spoke inside my head. Yup, okay, and that must why I was so excited about it, too. Sure.
Renato pushed my legs apart and made a noise that was half my name and half a growl. “Do you have any idea how wet you are?” he asked, his voice oddly reverent. “It’s glorious.”
Fuck. Couldn’t he leave me a shred of deniability to help soothe my broken pride?
I lay back and stared at the ceiling, humiliation washing over me. I was supposed to be distracting him so he wouldn’t find the bug. I wasn’t supposed to be getting so turned on by that distraction that I was making a wet mess on his desk.
He ran a hand down my inner thigh, making me jump. “How beautiful you are, Charlotte. I knew you would be, but I’m still unprepared.”
I squeezed an eye open at his words. Beautiful? I risked a glance at him. He wasn’t looking at me, he was staring between my spread legs, his fingers petting my wet curls. “Let’s see if we can make you even wetter,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving my pussy as he leaned in and licked me.
I nearly shot off the table. The list of men who’d gone down on me was so short I could count it on one hand. But while I’d been eaten out before, I’d still never come from it. It seemed an impossible feat. It was too awkward and imbalanced. Too much of an imposition to be doing something so one-sided. Selfish.
