Daniel pulled her tighter into him and turned them to press her against the tile wall. When her eyes met his, he saw that she knew what he was about to do. And that she couldn’t wait.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he heard himself say as if in a trance. His arms supported her as he lifted her to line up with his yearning erection. Her legs wrapped eagerly around him, pulling him into her center.
“Ti amo,” he whispered tenderly before he captured her lips with his and impaled her inch by rock hard inch.
***
The words did something to her. Even though Sabrina didn’t speak Italian she’d seen enough movies to understand their meaning. It was an impossibility that Daniel loved her, yet she let herself be swept away. She didn’t understand why he wasn’t using protection considering that he thought her to be a professional escort. Neither did she know why she didn’t stop him.
She wasn’t on the pill and could easily get pregnant, but not even that thought stopped her. Suddenly she wanted nothing more than to have him inside her and have something of his, something that would still be there even if he was gone.
Sabrina tilted her hips toward him, and tightened her legs around him, forcing him to go deeper and as if he understood what she meant, he thrust deeper. His moans became uncontrolled as his body rocked inside her. His eyes were closed as he threw his head back as if to howl to the moon, his hands digging into her hips, his shaft driving into her with the force of a sledgehammer.
Pinned against the wall, she could barely move, couldn’t get away from him. Not that she wanted to. Daniel filled her so completely as if he was the missing part in her life. The raw emotions she felt were new to her, new and utterly primal.
Her head spun with images of stars in the night sky, crashing ocean waves and the simple beauty of being touched by him. Her hands traveled through his wet hair and pulled him back to her face.
His eyes flew open, and she saw the signs of desire, lust and … tenderness.
“Per sempre,” he whispered and pressed his lips on hers, then invaded her mouth with his tongue, and plundered her as if she were Ali Baba’s cave of treasures. Never had she felt a kiss this possessive. A branding iron couldn’t have said it any clearer that she was his, that he was making sure she would never want to kiss another man, never want to be touched by anybody else.
Every cell in her body filled with his essence, his scent, his energy, permanently altering her very being, awaking everything female in her and banishing the thought of anything and everything else. In his hands, she was all woman. Not a lawyer, not a daughter, not a friend. Only woman, his woman. For today, for this week.
And then he sent her over the edge and continued slicing into her as her orgasm claimed her. The tremors that shook her body were magnified by his climax, which followed hers within seconds. She felt the warm spray of his seed filling her and squeezed tightly around his cock to take everything he had to give. And wanted more.
The sound of the door bell startled her and reminded her that there was a world out there. They looked at each other.
“It’s probably the housekeeper. I asked her to bring us some extra towels for the pool,” Daniel mused and kissed her tenderly. “I’ll be right back.”
“Promise?”
He smiled. “Do you really think I can stay away from you for longer than thirty seconds?”
The door bell rang again. Sabrina kissed him, and only reluctantly, he pulled himself out of her and set her down gently.
“Thirty seconds, tops,” he assured her. “God, you’re beautiful!” He kissed her again.
“I’m coming,” he then called out toward the door, stepped out of the shower and quickly wrapped a large towel around his lower half.
***
Damn, what a moment to get interrupted. As soon as the housekeeper was gone again, he would get right back to her and then confess everything. And it couldn’t happen a minute too soon. Sabrina was ready. She trusted him. He’d seen it in her eyes.
“Mrs. Meyer, thanks—” Daniel’s voice got stuck in his throat as soon as he swung the door to the cottage open and saw the person who’d rung the bell.
Fuck!
If he’d thought Audrey showing up at his hotel had been bad, he didn’t really know what he should call this. Hell?
Hot and bothered in a business suit, there he stood, firmly holding onto a large legal file, about to try the ringer again.
“Ah, Mr. Sinclair, so sorry to disturb you on a Sunday morning. Jon Hannigan, from Brand, Freeman & Merriweather.”
Daniel hadn’t needed the introduction. How could he forget the bastard, who was harassing Sabrina? He’d recognize him anywhere.