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“You complaining?”
I shake my head. I tell him, “I need to get an understanding of the business, the kinds of ventures that we’re involved in together, but the first thing that strikes me is that they’re not the kinds of enterprises where a lot of questions would be welcome. Or appropriate.”
“Haven’t lost any of your smarts. That’s good.”
The Warrior eyes us both as he strides back to the mooring. I ask him, “Going to cast us off?”
He nods, stiff-lipped.
Alessio and I exchange a look. We stay quiet until and sit back until the boat glides off from the pier and out into the Sound.
After the Warrior returns to the bridge, Alessio says, “I’ve missed you.” And, with a sigh, “So much.”
“Have you?” Now that we’re away from the shore, surrounded by water, I feel that we’re safe. He understands it, too.
“When you said, ‘get us on a boat,’ I thought it was just a whim. Or even something crazy from the panic I’ve seen you’ve been going through. Now that we’re out here, I get it. We can’t be seen or heard. Nobody can sneak up on us or come near without our knowing. We really are completely safe.”
Finally, I smile. I say, “You do get me, don’t you, Alessio.”
“It’s so good to hear you say my name again. However long your recovery takes, it will be worth it. But I wish you would hurry back to us.” his eyes glisten. “It kills me to see you suffer and struggle like that.”
I tell him, “I’m not suffering now.” I mean it. Maybe for the first time, I feel safe and secure. I’m with men who are ready to protect me, and out here, we’re pretty much unreachable.
My memory is still out of reach, but I feel it coming nearer, almost hour by hour now.
At last, my body and mind are relaxed. Now I need a man like a woman in a desert needs water.
I need him. Most of all, I want him to take control. To take the initiative. What I need is a man who will be in command of everything, including me, under my authority. My rule.
All my men can be that. But will they?
This one stands. Tall, strong, powerful and wound up tight, ready to explode, he stands with his feet apart.Lady Giusirises at the fore as we head for open water. He doesn’t shift or shake. He beckons, closing the fingers of both hands.
As he commands, I stand and shake my hair out as I move toward him.
He reaches up to take hold of the back of my neck. Cradles my head in his hand. Strokes my face and the top of my head with the other. Expressions light and roll across his face. Sadness and delight, loss and anticipation. What I see most clearly is a hunger. A need.
His lips trembles as it curls. I fling my arms up, around his neck. He pulls me to him and our lips meet.
The kiss is like fire. He ignites me and stirs me through to my core. I jam my fingers in his hair, breathing him in.
His hands move to hold and caress my back, my waist, and my ass. I press my palms over the hot, firm bulges of his chest, the ridges of his abs and the hard juts of his pelvis.
Pulsing and swelling through his pants, the thickening length of his cock makes me gasp. We coil and flow into one another. His breath and mine join and our heat curls into one body, moving in a sensual, liquid dance.
He bends to brush my neck with his lips. His hand rises to cup and squeeze my breast. Currents of chemical electricity light up inside me as he tells me, on his thick breath, “You’re magnificent. It’s so good to feel you and to hold you.”
He looks into my eye and says, “Being without you has been a dry hell for me.”
I wish I knew what all these relationships are, or were. But I know that this one sets me alight. Differently from the others, but just as much.
His thumb and fingers squeeze my nipple. As I gasp and even let out a little yelp, his mouth caresses the side of my neck. Ipress toward him, deeper into him while his other hand slides over the front of my dress.
“You’re a goddess,” he tells me, “So fabulous.”
His fingers find the top of my thigh and I almost buckle as he teases across the join. He firmly takes the curve of my mound, knowing exactly how to make me shake and sigh.
Circling and twirling mercilessly, he makes me clench and gasp at the sensations and the anticipation of where his fingertips are leading me.
