her hands and feet tingled with pleasure. She felt him everywhere. It was like she was home. He filled her in a way that no man ever had.
They moved together, slowly at first, and then faster, and then, without breaking contact, he rolled her over onto her back and hovered over her, his eyes searching hers. They were silent, lost in each other, the intensity of the moment only building. He rained kisses on her forehead, her cheeks, her mouth and jaw. She raked her nails over his back, grabbing his hard, muscular behind and pulling him even deeper still.
He shuddered, obviously fighting for control, and she locked eyes with him and then slowly reached down to touch herself.
They were carried away together. She was slammed with a flood of sensation, even stronger than the first time. She felt him pulsing into her, heard his voice calling out her name, closed her eyes and saw stars. Hot, electric pleasure flowed through her, cresting and subsiding and then crashing into her with even more strength. She felt herself lost in the waves, taken over by the frantic bliss, as if her heart and head might burst. She climaxed one last time just as Enzo groaned her name and then collapsed, spent, atop her.
They lay there unable to move, breathing in tandem, their hearts slowly coming back to their normal paces, their skin cooling as the night breeze swept through the windows.
Enzo rolled off her but immediately pulled her into the shelter of his arm, kissing the top of her head and stroking her back. Noni was as relaxed as she’d ever felt, her mind filled with a pleasurable humming blankness.
Luna nudged the bedroom door open with her nose and padded into the room, closely followed by Mojo. They both leaped lightly onto the bed and curled up at the bottom of the mattress, raising their heads in unison and looking curiously at Enzo. He laughed and started to get up.
“Okay, girls, I can take a hint.”
But Antonia grasped his arm and pulled him back down. “No,” she said softly. “Stay. Sleep.”
Chapter Eight
T he room was awash in moonlight when one of the dogs nuzzled her cold nose against Enzo’s ankle and woke him up.
He turned his head and looked at Noni, who was burrowed against him, her strange heat radiating about him, her breath warm against his shoulder, her hair and skin gleaming in the pale silver light. He reached out and gently ran his hand over the curve of her hip and almost laughed when he felt himself tighten and throb all over again at the feel of her velvety skin under his fingertips.
She murmured in her sleep and moved closer to him. Unwilling to wake her up, he moved away and slipped out of bed, pulling on his boxer shorts. The dogs raised their heads and watched him with glittering eyes as he left the room. He stepped out onto the back porch, which overlooked a small cove of bright white sand and, beyond that, the vast and silvery sea.
It was a warm and sticky night, and Enzo was perfectly comfortable in his scant clothing. He stood and watched the water, listened to the sound of the waves hissing in and out, and tried to take measure of how he felt about what had just happened between him and Antonia.
He was, he had to admit, flushed with contentment. There was no doubt that being with Noni in this way made him happy, fed some part of him that he had purposefully been starving for ages.
But, he reminded himself, he’d thought himself happy before, and that had ended disastrously for everyone involved. Keeping his distance had never been just a whim. He had starved this need for a reason.
He had been ready to leave, but how could he now, after all this? He inwardly cursed his weakness. More than anything, he never wanted to hurt her, but what had happened between them tonight was all but certain to lead to someone getting hurt.
The screen door slid open behind him and he turned to see her standing there, wearing a black cotton kimono and sleepily rubbing her eyes.
“There you are,” she
They moved together, slowly at first, and then faster, and then, without breaking contact, he rolled her over onto her back and hovered over her, his eyes searching hers. They were silent, lost in each other, the intensity of the moment only building. He rained kisses on her forehead, her cheeks, her mouth and jaw. She raked her nails over his back, grabbing his hard, muscular behind and pulling him even deeper still.
He shuddered, obviously fighting for control, and she locked eyes with him and then slowly reached down to touch herself.
They were carried away together. She was slammed with a flood of sensation, even stronger than the first time. She felt him pulsing into her, heard his voice calling out her name, closed her eyes and saw stars. Hot, electric pleasure flowed through her, cresting and subsiding and then crashing into her with even more strength. She felt herself lost in the waves, taken over by the frantic bliss, as if her heart and head might burst. She climaxed one last time just as Enzo groaned her name and then collapsed, spent, atop her.
They lay there unable to move, breathing in tandem, their hearts slowly coming back to their normal paces, their skin cooling as the night breeze swept through the windows.
Enzo rolled off her but immediately pulled her into the shelter of his arm, kissing the top of her head and stroking her back. Noni was as relaxed as she’d ever felt, her mind filled with a pleasurable humming blankness.
Luna nudged the bedroom door open with her nose and padded into the room, closely followed by Mojo. They both leaped lightly onto the bed and curled up at the bottom of the mattress, raising their heads in unison and looking curiously at Enzo. He laughed and started to get up.
“Okay, girls, I can take a hint.”
But Antonia grasped his arm and pulled him back down. “No,” she said softly. “Stay. Sleep.”
Chapter Eight
T he room was awash in moonlight when one of the dogs nuzzled her cold nose against Enzo’s ankle and woke him up.
He turned his head and looked at Noni, who was burrowed against him, her strange heat radiating about him, her breath warm against his shoulder, her hair and skin gleaming in the pale silver light. He reached out and gently ran his hand over the curve of her hip and almost laughed when he felt himself tighten and throb all over again at the feel of her velvety skin under his fingertips.
She murmured in her sleep and moved closer to him. Unwilling to wake her up, he moved away and slipped out of bed, pulling on his boxer shorts. The dogs raised their heads and watched him with glittering eyes as he left the room. He stepped out onto the back porch, which overlooked a small cove of bright white sand and, beyond that, the vast and silvery sea.
It was a warm and sticky night, and Enzo was perfectly comfortable in his scant clothing. He stood and watched the water, listened to the sound of the waves hissing in and out, and tried to take measure of how he felt about what had just happened between him and Antonia.
He was, he had to admit, flushed with contentment. There was no doubt that being with Noni in this way made him happy, fed some part of him that he had purposefully been starving for ages.
But, he reminded himself, he’d thought himself happy before, and that had ended disastrously for everyone involved. Keeping his distance had never been just a whim. He had starved this need for a reason.
He had been ready to leave, but how could he now, after all this? He inwardly cursed his weakness. More than anything, he never wanted to hurt her, but what had happened between them tonight was all but certain to lead to someone getting hurt.
The screen door slid open behind him and he turned to see her standing there, wearing a black cotton kimono and sleepily rubbing her eyes.
“There you are,” she
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