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  Mindful of her orders, he didn’t touch her. He stroked her with velvet words in two different languages—switching from English to Italian between rugged groans.

  She swept a glance up at him. His eyes were closed. His hands fisted into the pillows as his hips bucked in masculine waves with the movement of her mouth sweeping his length in between her lips.

  “Golden, stop. I-I can’t go on much longer.”

  Gently she broke her suckle on him. “What would you like me to do next?”

  “Take your panties off,” he instructed as he arched his hips and whipped off his trousers and underwear, freeing his sculpted hips and limbs from his clothes.

  His nude masculine beauty—all sinewy and super-sized and power-packed—took her breath away. His impressive rock hard penis didn’t help restore her breathing pattern but, eager to take this moment to the next level, she slid off the mattress and stood alongside the bed.

  Licking her lips, she hooked her fingers between her panty and her skin and slid the black silk strap down the curve of her hip.

  She did the same with the other side, gliding her fingertips slowly along her skin as she slid her panties off with a sensuous hip-roll before dragging the delicate silk down her thighs. No longer was she conscious of the small flurry of stretch marks on her hip—a side effect of her pregnancy weight gain with Lily. How could she be when Jio’s gaze was melting lustfully over every inch of her!

  Her groom lifted a brow. His decadent mouth quirked up with enjoyment.

  Bending over to glide the silk down her tanned legs, she made sure to give his heated eyes a clear shot at her round derrière as she slid her panties to her ankles. She straightened gracefully and stepped out of her panties.

  With her garter-belt, sheer nude thigh-high stockings and high-heels on, she strolled over to the bed and propped a knee up on the edge. “Look your fill at what belongs to you,” she coaxed softly.

  Jio licked his lips. His wicked gaze focused on the soft twirl of hair between her thighs, then roamed up to the ruby blush of her nipples. When his sexy eyes lifted to gaze into hers, a tremor swarmed up her legs.

  “Come here, delicious.”

  She knelt toward him, moved against him, rubbed her nipples against his muscle-stacked chest that had been chiseled by extreme sports and physical labor.

  “Kiss me,” Jio instructed when they came face-to-face. And she did—enjoying the satiny mouth-feel of being made love to by the pulse of his tongue. He curled it and played it along hers. His hands raked up into her hair and held her head in place while he fondled her lips with his. Then he dragged his mouth from hers.

  “Straddle my waist.”

  His to command, she shifted and straddled him and braced herself for what might come next. Her body burned at the flame in his eyes, his gaze following the movement of her breasts.

  “Now you may touch me,” she whispered, and brought his hands up to cup her buoyant curves. His palms fastened warmly over her breasts.

  “Lean forward,” he growled. She did.

  He licked his tongue out, dappled it along one nipple then dragged as much of it and its puffy pink halo deep into his mouth.

  “Ahhh…” Golden sank into the moment, drowning in thrills—feeling the texture of his nimble tongue and the gentle scrape of his teeth ravishing her nipple, along with its surrounding blush of skin. She dug her knees in the mattress and, hovering over him, she rocked her hips as his hardness rubbed against her sodden clitoris.

  Wild sensations fueled her sexual energy. About to spin out of control, she gasped, “I’m going to come. Again.”

  Relentless, he sucked, teased and ran his wet tongue all around both nipples, two sets of hands fastened to her breasts. “Golden, if you’re serious, then you’ll let me take you…and touch you and kiss you all over. Or, we can keep on going like this…”

  “No.”

  “Yes!” he hissed, and squeezed her breasts before giving them a rough shake to let her know she was being stubborn, and silly. “Let me drive myself inside you. You’ll have all the time in the world to torment me but I beg you, let me put both of us out of our misery now.”

  She couldn’t stop herself. Lust made her cave in. “Jio, if you don’t want to use a condom, that’s fine. But…I’m not on the pill.”

  “Then let’s make a baby,” he whispered before his mouth stole her mouth and wiped out any more backtalk. “Slide me in, darling,” he murmured against her lips. “Now.”

  Raising her body up, she rested one palm on his chest and the delighted breath his lips streamed out was a caress in itself. She reached down between her legs with her other hand to guide his thickness into her opening—and began the sensual sinking of hard flesh into creamy flesh.

  Closing her eyes, she felt him inch his length into her channel. So engrossed in the decadent sting of being stretched and filled, she didn’t make a sound, even as he huffed and groaned and seated his shaft deep inside her, almost to the hilt.

  Then he began to move.

  While one large hand cupped her derrière to pull her to him and take his thrusts, he held her long hair away from her face with the other, keeping his smoky gaze trained on her eyes as she met his power-lunges with gasps of pleasure.

  Her hands flailed out. She clutched wildly at the pillows, for Jio was huge and oh so strong, and she hadn’t been with a man in a long time. What an incredible lover he was, she thought, in a mindless tizzy.

  Her hips swiveled to meet the pumping demands of his body, and the sounds of his skin slapping against her skin added a wild, audible element to their mating as she galloped to her climax. His slips and slides increased, placing exquisite friction on her soaked, rosy bundle of nerve-endings between her thighs. His groans grew ragged—warned her he was close to coming.

  “Jio!” After years without passion and touch, she wrecked fast and hard into him, crashing headlong into the ecstasy of his body, his hands, his exquisitely skilled mouth.

  His moans, murmurs…the sound of her name on his breath were lightning strikes to her skin, and she took immense pleasure in reaching an orgasm with him. Sweet sensations flared into erotic explosions between her legs. Stars lit behind her eyes and her pulse-points hammered with sexually charged vigor.

  He groaned. She panted. Whether they’d made a baby or not didn’t matter.

  Tonight was about them.

  Chapter Eleven

  “Wake up, darling.”

  Golden ignored him. She’d heard Jio’s voice in her dreams so many countless nights, only to wake up to an empty space next her that surely… Hmm.

  The hands spreading her thighs apart, the tousled head rubbing against her inner thighs—moving between them—those fingers spreading her swollen lips aside to expose her little bundle of nerves to the darts of his tongue was not happening in her mind. Hellooo…

  She grabbed his shoulders. A hot tongue snaked over her silky skin. Her thighs weakened, tipped apart and opened wide, offering her rosy center up to him. Dear God, the man knew where to lick—and what to suck.

  She swiveled her hips. Coos and hums vibrated from her throat. Desire winged through her veins and thickened the tiny stem he toyed with, using his mouth. When he pinched her clitoris between his lips and sucked on it in that pulsing technique he’d introduced her to well into the early morning hours, she charged into yet another orgasm.

  Memories rushed to her, of how they’d made love till the sun came up. How he’d kissed and stroked every inch of her body. How he’d traced over her stretch marks with caressing fingers, and kissed them as if he found them sexy, too…

  Gone were her shoes, her stockings, her garters. She lay naked beneath the sheets, and welcomed each tweak of long-worked muscles as they embraced Jio’s touch.

  Then he loomed over her, took her mouth with his and smothered her groans, the sounds a mix of pain and of pleasure as that volatile part of him inched into her soaked sheathe.

  He rode her so expertly she knew she’d co
me again, even after they’d made love and hit that high-note of feeling many times over. The way he pumped those hips of his! His lusty rhythms expressed how her body affected him, and brought them both to a noisy release.

  “Mrs. Falcone, stop trying to turn me into a prune,” Jio finally murmured into her damp neck, shifting his weight from her to lie at her side and bathe in their afterglow.

  “I think you’re going to be a handful,” she teased him. “Let’s make a deal. If you keep your hands off me, I’ll keep my hands off you.”

  “That wasn’t in the marriage contract.”

  Her brows furrowed in thought. “That reminds me. Jio…I want my will updated as soon as possible.”

  “I’m not really liking this after-incredible-lovemaking topic, darling.”

  “Sorry. It’s just that life changes in the space of twenty-four hours, you know?”

  “Yes. That is very true.” Her husband sighed, and kissed the top of her head, “Okay. It’s a good plan. I’ll update my will, too.”

  Golden yawned and stretched. Her sleek-cat movement sent the sheet floating off her naked breasts.

  “What time should we pick up Lily?” he asked hoarsely, his gaze dragging to her nipple-tips, fluffing up again beneath the heat of his stare.

  “I asked Gado and Naomi if they wouldn’t mind keeping her till tomorrow, since we were getting home so late after the party. I hope that’s okay with you?” she asked innocently.

  He nodded and like a man possessed, leaned forward, took that nipple between his lips and proceeded to bounce any remaining rose petals off the bed.

  ~~*~~

  When she awoke for the second time that day, Jio was no longer next to her. She could hear him speaking to someone in Italian, somewhere in the luxurious chalet.

  With her body achy and sore from their sexual marathon, she managed to climb her way out of the bed and run the shower. Brushing her teeth, she studied her mussed hair, tousled lips, and her skin red with patches where Jio’s jaw had rasped—where his hands, mouth and body might have touched. She preened, happy to know how compatible they were in bed.

  Surrounded by billows of steam, she stepped into the shower, feeling her muscles relax in the hot streams that sluiced down her body. While it might have rinsed away all traces of Jio’s erotic occupation, nothing took away the memory of how he made love to her. How often, and how well.

  She pumped a fist in the air.

  “Yes,” she shrieked, and giggled, ecstatic to have a husband with skills in the bedroom. And stamina? Oh, hell yes! He was a total stallion. He was also considerate of her needs, and now? He was her honest to God husband, too.

  Thrilled, she finished shampooing her hair, rubbed the soaped-up puff around her body, rinsed off and as soon as she stepped out of the shower, she found Jio waiting there for her—holding open a bathrobe that had been sitting on warming rods.

  “It was getting noisy in here without me,” he said with a smile. “Everything okay?”

  She laughed. “Everything is fine, Jio.”

  “How do you feel?” He wrapped her up in the robe and tightened the belt around her waist.

  “Wonderfully sore,” she confessed when he leaned down for a kiss, feeling so cared for at that moment that she had to swallow back the lump of joy forming in her throat.

  “Good Lord,” he murmured against her mouth. “I need to have you again.”

  “Show me,” she begged, just as eager to have him inside her in the way she hacked at his belt. Quickly she loosened it and undid the top button of his trousers. Jio spun her around, and bent her forward on the sink’s granite.

  With her hair still dripping water down her neck and between her breasts, she reached back and pulled up her robe, hitching in a breath as she felt a cool mist sweep over her shower-pinkened bottom.

  The sound of his zipper zinging down over metal teeth weakened her knees. Looming over her, Jio seized her hips. She groaned, helpless with anticipation from the carnal rub of his engorged tip probing around her seam, still swollen from his body’s robust use.

  Aiming himself between her lips, he surged hotly into her moistened center.

  “Jio!” She gasped, feeling her sex lips sting and stretch with his rough invasion. While her aches were achieved in the most wonderful way, his length and size took some getting used to.

  Dropping his head, he kissed and nipped at and sucked the back of her neck on a mission to conquer. Golden wiped her hand across the steam-hazed mirror, hungry to see the look on his face as he reveled in his power and domination over.

  It drove her wild to watch the shifting patterns of lust firing across his taut features as he pumped himself into her. She stared—a voyeur watching herself in the mirror as he pleasured her. And himself.

  Their eyes met, and held.

  “Just like that, lover,” she gasped out at Jio’s reflection. “Yes, yes! Take all that you want,” she urged as he took her roughly against the sink, its cold granite misting beneath their heaving bodies. She thrust back at him, and then ever so slowly she rotated her buttocks against him to heighten his torment.

  “Golden!” He threw his head back and closed his eyes.

  A wicked smile curved her lips to hear him roar out her name, and when he reached around her to slide a finger into her slick folds, her smile turned into parted lips that huffed and puffed with desire as his fingertip fondled her knot.

  Reaching up with his other hand, he whipped aside her robe and palmed her breast, his fingers massaging and enjoying its buoyancy. Biting her lip, she closed her eyes as her body spiraled into that first twist of ecstasy.

  Desperate to suck his mouth and his tongue while his fingers swirled around her clitoris, she inclined her head, “Kiss me!”

  He kissed her. He tasted and sipped at her lips as if they seeped hidden dribbles of nectar. Golden reached back and wrapped her arms around his neck, her breast lifting in his busy hand as he bucked that body of his inside her lushness—his powerful arm clasping her tight against him as he pumped into her.

  Her need goaded her into speeding up the beat of her hips, taunting him into giving her masterful strokes that thrust them both into a frenzy—one filled with erotic feeling that rolled over and through them like an electrical storm.

  Orgasmic explosions boomed throughout their joined sex. They noisily expressed the sensations of their bodies bursting into fulfillment, while being shared with the other.

  With a shout and a groan, Jio collapsed on top of her in a mountainous heap. As their hearts settled to a lazy canter, she loved the satisfied kiss his lips landed on her shoulder.

  “Mi piaci veramente! I really, really like you,” he growled into her ear.

  She chuckled. “I really like you, too,” she breathed back.

  He traced a lock of her hair that stuck along her flushed cheek. “Do you forgive me for leaving you that night, hmm? It’s just that…I truly believed Marcus was the better choice for you,” he whispered.

  “I forgive you,” she said softly. A flood of joy washed over her. “Just don’t take choices away from me anymore, please?”

  “I’ll do my best not to,” he promised, but with a strange, subtle shake in his voice. He then dropped another kiss on her shoulder. “May I clean you up?”

  She nodded and as she gave herself over to Jio’s tender care she decided it was possible for a man like Jio to have a sex drive that was off the charts. To be attentive, thoughtful, anticipating her needs and resolving every one of them—and not be in love with her. She was more than okay with it, because Jio being in like with her felt pretty awesome!

  Later that night, he cooked her a creamy seafood pasta dinner and paired it with a buttery Chardonnay pressed from grapes grown in the Palisades region. “Colorado’s famous wine and peach country,” he explained as he poured golden liquid into two glasses.

  After dinner, he made love to her in front of the fireplace, taking his time caressing every inch of her body until she pleaded for him
to come into her. They fell asleep on the sheepskin rug in a coil of limbs, but he woke her up in the middle of the night, wanting the comfort of their own bed.

  Before climbing into bed, Golden attached the charger to her cell phone. As she plugged the nub into the phone’s receptacle, she noticed that Marcus had called her three times since she’d arrived. She listened to his most recent message, apologizing again for what she’d walked into and inquiring to make sure she and Lily were doing well.

  She sighed. She would call him, just not tonight.

  ~~*~~

  Jio climbed out of the shower, thinking as he toweled himself dry how Golden deserved a proper honeymoon.

  The first order of business on his next trip to Maui would be to explore the island—as a couple. Maui is for lovers, after all. He marveled at the measure of trust she showed him. She knew where he stood on this marriage, yet she chose to trust in him. To share herself with him. She’d even forgiven him his foul-up of their moonlit night in Maui.

  Just don’t take choices away from me anymore, please?

  His forehead creased with worry. Making a promise to avoid that just heaped a lie onto an omission. But when his hardness was rooted between her silky thighs, his brain couldn’t function at peak levels.

  He hated to keep secrets from her, and there was a matter—or two—that he couldn’t keep for long. Guilt plucked at his heartstrings. Would Enzo approve of this marriage? Maybe not, but Golden had given voice to what she wanted.

  He wouldn’t pretend it was all about duty on his part, either. He’d gone above the call, and he’d loved every damned second of it, too.

  Please forgive me, Enzo, for I’ve come to adore your family, too. Give me this and know—as I do—that her heart will always belong to you. And if there’s a price to pay for feeling how I do, Enzo, then I’ll pay it. In spades.

  Golden was more than worth it. Was, in fact, an outright bargain. Her desire to please, and the way she cherished him with her eyes and her body—she gave so much, cared wholeheartedly, and asked for little in return.