Recipe for Love by Ruth Cardello

speed that had her throwing back her head and begging him not to stop.
    Thankfully he didn’t, at least not until she came for the second time in her life.
    As her breathing returned to normal, she asked shakily, “At which point do you get naked?” She peered up at him. He was still fully dressed between her bare legs.
    His smile was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. “When you tell me to.”
    Two could play this game. She smiled impishly up at him. “And if I never do?”
    “I find enough pleasure watching you come that I could from just touching you.” He stood, took both of her hands in his, and hauled her to her feet. Without saying a word, he put her hands behind her back and held them with one of his. The action arched her breasts, something he immediately took advantage of. He kissed one, then the other. His hot breath warmed her skin and sent shivers of pleasure through her. Then his teeth closed gently on one of her nipples and tugged softly. He said, “Some women can come just from this. Let’s see if you’re one of those women.” He suckled her, lapped her, sent her into a shuddering mess while his free hand claimed one of her buttocks possessively.
    She writhed against his mouth and whimpered with need. The brush of his clothed legs against her bare legs reminded her he was in control. It was time to change that. Held immobile before him, she used what she had to excite him—her words. “I want you, Richard. Inside me. Please take me, Richard. Now.”
    He didn’t need to be told twice.
    He stepped back and shed his clothing. His hand shook a bit as he sheathed himself in a condom. Kissing wildly, they fell back on the bed together and he braced himself above her. Their eyes met and held as he positioned himself between her legs. “I’ll be gentle,” he promised.
    She opened herself wider for him and gasped as his tip entered her.
    “You’re so tight,” he groaned.
    She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. He slowly entered her with gentle thrusts, each time going a bit deeper. Twinges of discomfort were quickly replaced by the wonder of how good he felt inside her. He took his time, letting her adjust to his size. Then he began to move inside her with a rhythm as old as time. It was better, so much better than she’d ever imagined. He kissed her neck, whispering things in French to her that, although she couldn’t understand, sent her into a hot frenzy.
    His hands were everywhere, exploring, and guiding hers. She felt a warmth spread through her stomach and began to sob from the pleasure. His pace increased until he was pounding into her and she was wildly crying out his name.
    Spent, he collapsed onto her, bracing himself above her so his weight didn’t crush her. He buried his face in her neck, and she gloried in the feel of him still inside her and the loud beat of his heart. A beat that grew louder and louder until she realized that it wasn’t his heartbeat at all, but someone knocking on the downstairs main door. Banging, actually—angrily and with increasing force.
    Richard raised his head as he, too, heard it. He rolled off her and swore in French. In all his naked glory he walked to the window and cursed again. “Does your cousin drive a limousine?”
    Wrapping a sheet hastily around her, Maddy went to the window and stood beside him. She doubted anyone below could see them, but there was a chance. She gasped when she saw two couples outlined in the dim light of the driveway. “Oh, my God, Gino brought my parents. And Aunt Katrine and Uncle Vic, too.”
    Misunderstanding the distress in her voice, Richard pulled her into his arms and said, “I won’t let them hurt you.”
    Looking from Richard back to her family and then back to Richard, Maddy groaned nervously. “It’s not me I’m worried about.”

     

Chapter Five
     
    Maddy scrambled into her clothing. Richard rushed to dress, not because he was intimidated by whoever was testing the strength of