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She’d got it into her head she needed to make itveryclear—to herself as well as Roman—she had no preconceived notions about their hook-up. That she was as smart and jaded andsophisticated about sharing his bed as all the other women he had probably invited into it over the years.
She would have died of embarrassment if Roman had known exactly how much the epic orgasm he’d treated her to on the beach had meant to her. Or figured out it was the first one she’d ever had that she hadn’t had to supply herself.
The delirious journey back to the villa in the boat, with his strong arms cradling her and his breath hot on her neck while he handled the sail with such skill, had been exhilarating, the afterglow still shimmering through her even more so, but it had also given her too much time to overthink what came next.
And how exactly she was going to pull off the flirty femme fatale act she was playing, given she was actually a clueless virgin, when they got to the main event.
Had she bitten off way more than she could chew with this man? Because what had seemed like a brilliant idea on the beach—to have her first sexual experience with someone as hot and gorgeous and cynical as Roman Garner—had started to feel more than a little overwhelming as the dock had come into view.
It had seemed smart and practical—because she really did have to hit the ground running and kickstart Operation Turn Milly into a Successful Artist in a Fortnight first thing tomorrow morning—to deal with how she was going to get back to Genoa, not to mention apologise to Marco for leaving his bike on the other side of the island.
But while Roman’s intervention had surprised her, it had also reconfirmed that, however scared she was of making a complete tit of herself in his bed... She also still really,reallywanted to give it her best shot.
Of course, the conversation had taken a weird turn—when he’d mentioned Brandon—but it had also been kind of sweet to have him offer to escort her to Genoa on his private helicopter just to extend their booty call. Knowing he wanted herthatmuch had been beyond flattering and had boosted her flagging confidence.
Also, good to know she wasn’t the only over-eager one here.
As he carted her across the terrace, she forced herself to let go of the last of her panic and concentrate on enjoying the fun and frolics Roman’s outrageous behaviour promised. Time to satisfy the sexual tension that had been ramped up to fever-pitch on the beach and ignore the familiar brick of inadequacy in her gut.
So what if Roman Garner was much sexier and more demanding than any man she’d ever met before—and also a much better kisser? She would never see him again after tonight. This was not a lifetime commitment, because they had already established it was just for one night. And no one was going to be grading her on her performance.
Keep it fun. Keep it light. This is sex pure and simple. You have nothing to prove. Not to him. All you have to do is enjoy yourself.
They were all good, she decided as he marched through the terrace doors and into a palatial, airy bedroom.
Upside down, she couldn’t make out much more than an enormous four-poster bed, the luxury linen draped over its minimalist frame ruffling in the sea breeze from the open doors. The sight had her panic notching back up, but she didn’t have long to think about it before she found herself bouncing off the mattress as he dumped her into the middle of the huge bed.
She laughed as he towered over her wearing a wicked grin—and looking like the master of all he surveyed. Including her.
She propped herself on her elbows and let her gaze glide over him—determined to be the mistress of all she surveyed in return.
Which was, it transpired, rather a lot.
Dressed only in the damp swimming trunks—which clung to his muscular thighs and that impressive bulge—he reallywas magnificent. His broad chest was roped with muscles, the sprinkle of hair on his pecs trailing into a thin line through ridged abs. She forced her gaze up, before she could get fixated on the bulge in his trunks again, but as moisture flooded her panties, the trickle of panic returned.
Because, seriously, how exactly wasthatgoing to fit?
But then she spotted the crossed cutlasses etched over his left pec again, which had intrigued her before. ‘What’s with all the pirate tattoos?’ she asked.
His lips quirked in rueful amusement. ‘My company was originally called Blackbeard Media.’ Which wasn’t really an answer. But then he pressed a hand to his chest, the wry smile mocking. ‘I’m actually quite wounded you didn’t know that already.’
‘Sorry,’ she said, not at all convincingly. Because she really had no interest in his business. Only in him.
‘Oh, really?’ he said, then snagged her ankle and dragged her down the bed. ‘I’m not sure you’re nearly sorry enough, actually.’
She let out a high-pitched squeal, which sounded perilously close to a giggle. He grabbed hold of her other ankle, then tugged off the shoes she had borrowed from Giuliana’s daughter and flung them over his shoulder, while she attempted to kick his hands away, unsuccessfully.
He pulled down her shorts next, leaving her in nothing but her panties and the worn vest, her nipples already painfully swollen, and sticking out like bullets.
So much for playing hard to get.
‘Now, where were we?’ he said as she lay on the bed, panting, having comprehensively lost the first round. Standing, he rubbed his chin, that fierce gaze searing her sun-warmed skin, pretending to consider the situation. ‘Ah, yes, I was about to make you beg again.’
‘Again?What do you mean, again?’ she scoffed playfully, enjoying the game, and knowing her part in it. Roman Garner enjoyed a challenge when it came to sex, and apparently so did she. ‘You didn’t make me beg the first time! That was just your enormous ego talking...’
But the rest of her protests got stuck in her throat when he kicked off his trunks and slung the damp fabric after her shoes.
Heat rushed into her cheeks, and several other important parts of her anatomy, as she got her first proper eyeful of that magnificent erection. Long and hard, the thick column of flesh bowed up from the nest of dark curls at his groin, the bulbous head shiny with precum.
