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“You are very much a woman,” I reply as the faint scent of her perfume and the heat off her body consumes me. “But you’re not a security risk.” Although maybe you should be.
She licks her lips, and I’ve had enough conversation. More than enough.
“We’ll eat later,” I mutter, moving the food off the island before I sweep it onto the damn floor. She tracks me with her eyes, and I would give anything to know what’s going on inside that pretty head.
When I’m done, I cage her feet between mine, towering over her.
She doesn’t move a muscle. Or say a single word. She’s going to let me lead, like she did in the vineyard, and in the shower. Not like a submissive, but like a bottom. I don’t know if it’s because I’m so much more experienced and she’s nervous, or if she needs me to lead. Needs it with every cell of her being, even if she can’t put it into words—she might not even know she needs it.
But none of it matters right now. Because I need her to follow. It’s how I’m built. And tonight, we’re going to see just how much control this angel is willing to relinquish to me.
I brush some of her silky hair behind her ear, my cock hardening, almost painfully. “Take off your pretty dress and hop up on the island.”
24
ALEXIS
The command makes my pussy pulse.
My brain might be addled, but my body knows what it wants. So does my heart.
Although take off your pretty dress and hop up on the island is not at all what I expected. I don’t know why, but somehow I thought you deserve better for your first time meant a bed. I’ve been reading too many cheesy books.
He studies me carefully as though waiting for a sign that I’ll do as he says. There’s a challenge in his eye, daring me to defy him. Normally I love a challenge, but this one leaves me unnerved.
I’m on uneven footing with Rafael when it comes to sex. Not simply because he’s fucked half the women under thirty on the Continent—maybe under forty—and I haven’t fucked anything with a pulse, but because he has a way about him that seizes control of the moment. It’s effortless. A subtle swing that you don’t see coming until it’s too late. I remember it from the vineyard.
As he silently watches, the control slips through my fingers like fine grains of sand.
“In case you don’t know,” I tell him, trying to regain a sense of control, even with the relentless beat between my legs, “there are a couple comfortable beds in this apartment.”
His eyes flare with something that looks an awful lot like amusement. “I plan on visiting at least one of those beds, maybe both, but oil is very messy and impossible to get out. Messier than anything you’ll leave behind on the sheets.”
I feel my cheeks pinken, even as my breasts tingle with arousal.
“Giana and Sabio work here all the time—they eat here.” Valentina eats here.
He smirks—it’s a tiny little thing, but I see it. “Are you worried you’re going to like the oil play so much that your juices are going to soak into the counter?”
Maybe, but I don’t respond.
“Quartz isn’t porous, so you don’t need to worry, Angel.”
Oh God. I’m nervous. I don’t even know why. I want him. I’ve wanted him for so long, but right now he’s not asking just for my clothes. He wants everything. I’m not even sure what everything entails, but I feel it in every cell of my being.
Rafael runs his nose along my jaw. “I’ve seen you strut around in a bikini that was nothing more than a few scraps of fabric cobbled together, and I’ve already seen your gorgeous body naked. You don’t need to be shy with me.”
“I’m not shy.”
He slips a finger between the halter strap and my collarbone. “Then take off your dress, so I can take care of you.”
So I can take care of you. I shiver. The words are gentle, and the tone cajoling, but they’re weighted with promises of sin from a man who looks like he’s minutes from devouring me.
He runs a finger through the valley between my breasts, and something shifts inside me. Maybe I’m afraid of losing control, but I want to be devoured. I want him to devour me. That I’m sure of.
I gaze at him while I untie the halter top and let the straps dangle, exposing my breasts for him to admire. The room is cool, his gaze searing. My nipples pucker, beckoning him.
Rafael steps forward and takes the fabric between his fingers, rubbing small circles with his thumb, that I experience like gentle caresses on my breasts.
