He lifted his mouth, searching for her with his lips, but she refused him that pleasure. She would not give him what he wanted, not yet.
With trembling fingers she began to undo the buttons on his shirt. Then she slid the garment off his shoulders and stepped back to admire the beauty of his lean, muscled torso as it gleamed in the pale moonlight that stole through the window.
He reached out a hand to touch her but she held his wrist. “No,” she whispered. “Unzip me first.” She slipped the glasses off the front of her dress and laid it on the night table then she turned her back to him. As the zipper went down she slid the straps from her shoulders and let her dress fall to the floor. Then she turned to him, dressed only in bra and panties, and her heart soared as she saw desire flare in his dark eyes.
“Lie back on the pillows," she commanded and couldn’t help but smile when he moved willingly, eagerly, to fulfill her order. When it came to fulfilling his desire a man could be as obedient as a lamb.
Asia climbed onto the bed, deciding to be even more daring than ever. She straddled Rico, her knees pressed into the bed on either side of him, then she pushed his arms up, grabbed his wrists and pressed them into the pillows, trapping them on either side of his head.
“Are you going to give me everything I want?” she growled playfully.
“Oui, mademoiselle.” His voice was raspy as if he was having trouble breathing.
“And you will follow my every command?”
“Oui, mademoiselle,” he repeated.
“Then kiss me here.” She thrust forward, her lace-covered br**sts just inches from his lips, her arousal evident in the sharp points of her ni**les.
Obediently he lifted his head to plant a warm kiss on the exposed fullness of one breast then the other. Then he captured a laced-covered nipple between his teeth and tugged and nibbled before moving to the other nipple. When she gasped in delight he gripped the right bra cup with his teeth and pulled it down and immediately slipped the tortured nipple into his mouth where he sucked and soothed until Asia felt she would swoon from the pleasure.
He moved to the other where he exposed the nipple and administered the same tantalizing caress and Asia’s bones melted like chocolate in the rays of the sun. She sagged into him, breathing hard. Before she could recover Rico pulled his wrist from her grasp and wrapped his arms around her. Then he rolled over, trapping her beneath him.
“What else does mademoiselle want?” he whispered, his lips so close that his breath tickled her ear. “I promised to give you everything.”
“I want…you.” Asia was panting now.
He bent his head and kissed her on the lips. “Whatever the lady desires.” Rico slid off the bed and loosened his belt. Soon belt, trousers and boxer shorts were sliding down his lean legs to the floor. He stood straight and tall, his erection proudly declaring his state of arousal.
Inexplicably, Asia felt a blush creep up and over her body. How could she be embarrassed when she was the one who had started all this? As he reached for his wallet on the nightstand she closed her eyes. As soon as he was sheathed he would be all hers and she was both eager and afraid at the thought.
When Rico climbed back onto the bed and reached for her Asia did not open her eyes. Before, she’d come off as bad, bold and sure of herself. Now, not so much. What if after tonight Rico never wanted to see her again? There were men like that - when they got you in bed, once they'd got a taste of the forbidden fruit, they lost all interest. What if that happened to her?
She was turning her face away, the thought filling her mind, when Rico said, his voice so gentle and soothing that her heart melted, “It’s okay, Asia. I won’t hurt you. Just relax.”
Then he loosened the clasp on her bra and moved to slide her panties down her legs. Softly, he slid heated palms up her legs until his hands rested on her hips.
Her eyes still tightly closed, Asia felt his hand slide over her mound. She stiffened but the gentle fingers moved down to stroke the sensitive bud between her legs, making her bones liquefy, making her moan. Under Rico’s expert caress the tension in her legs eased and she shifted to give him greater access. He stroked and caressed, his hands the source of such sweetness that she almost cried out in pleasure.
To her relief Rico moved up her body and positioned himself over her. “It will be fine, Asia,” he whispered. “You’re ready for me now. I won’t hurt you.”
And then he sank deep inside her, driving his manhood into her core.
Asia cried out, her body filled with the hardness of him, and as he thrust into her she lifted her legs to wrap them around him. And then she clung to him, meeting his every thrust, taking all that he could give.
And then she was climbing, climbing to that highest peak of rapture, her breath coming fast, her body tingling all over.
And then she was over the edge, falling, falling into a sea of sensation that had her trembling all over.
Rico must have felt her reach her cl**ax because as hot lava exploded inside her he gave a guttural groan and plunged deep inside where he stayed, his h*ps jerking, his body releasing all its pent-up passion.
They lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, and for a long time they did not move.
And as Asia lay cradled in Rico’s arms a wave of sadness washed over her. She bit her lip, almost on the verge of tears.
Stupid woman that she was, she’d gone and fallen in love with Enrico Megalos, a man who could have any woman in the world, a man who would probably never settle for someone like her.
CHAPTER NINE
Asia drew into her shell, totally avoiding any contact with Rico. She needed time to be alone, time to think.
Coming to grips with the fact that she was in love with one of the most desired bachelors in Florida - and one of the least likely to settle down - was a very difficult task. So what if she’d been working with him for over a month? So what if they’d been seeing each other after that and had mind-blowing sex? It was time for her to face reality. She had to stop living in dreamland and pull out of this pretend relationship because she knew how it would end - she was the one who was going to get hurt.
She planned an impromptu visit to her parents, happy to tell Rico that she’d be in Canada for the next two weeks. At least she had a good reason for not keeping in touch. By the time she returned to Florida she would have built up enough strength to have a talk with him, let him know it was best that they didn’t see each other anymore. That was, assuming that he’d even remember her after she’d been gone for that length of time. Men could be fickle creatures.