Neither of them was able to do full justice to the beautiful dinner Aida had prepared. Not when a different sort of hunger was gnawing at them instead. With the candlelight glowing between them on the polished dining table, even conversation seemed extraneous. When Chris asked her to pass him one of the condiments in its antique silver container Lara reacted just as if he’d just asked her to peel off her clothes and lie naked on the table. Her skin burned where his fingers inadvertently brushed against hers, and when she glanced up into his eyes he was studying her so fervently that her breath was suspended for a couple of moments.
“What is it?” she whispered.
“You never told me before about your ex-boyfriend,” he replied.
“I don’t think that’s still necessary.” Troubled, she blushed hard at the idea that he might believe her to be promiscuous in any way.
“I want to know about it. Was it a long r
Now, as Chris voraciously claimed her body, Lara’s hands locked tight onto the impressive iron muscle in his shoulders—the touch of his skin warm and silky, his muscled forearms and lean torso dusted with a smattering of darkly golden hair through which she glimpsed his darker, flat male nipples. He was raining kisses on her mouth, her throat, her breasts, his seductive masculine scent and strong, hard body saturating her senses—making her forget that a world even existed outside this room. Wriggling beneath him on the carpet, Lara adjusted her slender body to accept his possession even deeper inside her, wrapping her long legs round his waist, one hand moving to the back of his neck to guide his lips voraciously back to hers whenever he removed them.Somehow, she’d become addicted to the taste of him. It seemed impossible that she would ever get enough of those scalding, inflammatory kisses… But suddenly Chris tore his mouth for hers, to stare
Lara kissed Helen’s head after tucking her into bed. She wished her a good sleep and pleasant dreams and then leave the room.Lara stood on the edge of the stone terrace, looking out over the vineyard. The green, leafy vines looked black in the moonlight, but she glowed. The cool illumination of the night sky reflected off her porcelain features, lending her a disturbing, ethereal beauty. She looked like an angelic specter that could be snatched to the other realms in the blink of an eye.It was not a thought he wanted to entertain. Not after that very thing had happened to Rocco through his death. The one challenge to their life together that he could not fight.He was frowning when he laid his hand on Lara’s shoulder. He turned her to face him and lowered his head so his lips hovered about hers. He could not help himself; because he needed it more than breathing or thinking or anything else, he kissed her.He poured his passion out in that k
It was time to take her clothes off. He did, using the opportunity to tease and tantalize her further. But revealing her peaches-and-cream body was a double-edged sword. The light smattering of freckles over her shoulders and upper breasts were his downfall. She had none on her face, so the cinnamon dots felt secret—private—for him alone. A special knowledge shared just between them. He was tempted to count them—with kisses—every time he got her disrobed.This time was no different.The allure of her body for him never diminished.He traced the light dots on her skin. “You are so beautiful.”“You’ve got an unnatural affection for my freckles.” It might be a full sentence, but the way she said it, breathless with pauses between words, told him that she was no more in possession of her faculties than she had been a moment before.“You think?” he asked against her silken skin, tasting t
He pressed forward, allowing the head of his granite-hard penis to brush her opening again, but did not go in, teasing them both. Her lips curved in a familiar smile as she seemed to simply melt against the bed, waiting on him with a sexy expectation he adored. It said she knew he would take care of her wants.He thrust his hips, allowing his length to slide along her slick folds. It felt so good—so perfect—he groaned, the sound reverberating deep in his chest. With her, he was primal man. “You are so wet.”“You are so earthy, Chris. No one would expect it.” Using her lower back muscles, she lifted herself and increased the stimulation, showing the uninhibited aspect of her own nature.“Only you get to see this side of me.” That had to count for something.“I better be the only one, mister.”He laughed softly as he allowed his thickened member to enter her. “You are like hot silk. I
On that day, Chris took them to the family’s private island residence, saying that the peaceful isolation would be ideal for father and daughter to get to know each other.Lara could see the benefit of staying somewhere quiet, because Chris was always busy when they were staying at the villa since he started taking care the company that his father left to him.The next day, despite his good intentions to spend time with Helen, Chris found he had to return to Baguio on business. Lara was secretly sad. As she watched the helicopter take off she felt an emptiness in the absence of his presence.She spent the day playing with Helen on her own. In the afternoon she decided to take her swimming. The huge infinity pool, where Chris habitually pounded through length after length, seemed far too big for them. But there was a smaller, child-friendly pool, shaded by an awning on one side. It seemed much more suitable for splashing about in with the six-month-old.
He turned to look at Lara, but she was still sitting in the pool on the steps, hugging her knees up to her chest. Why wasn’t she helping him? Was she trying to prove something by letting him struggle alone?“Pass me that towel,” he said.Lara bit her lip and stared up at Chris. Seeing him hold her daughter—their daughter—made a strange feeling run through her. She’d seen an expression of love pass across Chris’s face as he met his daughter’s eyes, and it had filled her with a mixture of emotions.She was profoundly happy that Helen would grow up in the warmth of such powerful paternal love.She pushed herself up out of the pool. She held the towel up and moved closer to Chris and Helen.“I can take her,” she said, reaching for the baby.“It’s all right,” he said, holding on tight to Helen. “I’ve got her. Just help me get that towel round him”
Chris strode across the hallway, carrying Lara towards the staircase. She was as light as a feather in his arms and felt as sexy as hell curled against his body, with one arm wrapped sensuously around his shoulder and her other hand stroking his chest.His heart was pounding powerfully beneath her fingers and his ardor was making him feel unstoppable. He wanted to bound up the stairs to the bedroom—but at the same time he wanted the moment to last.It felt so good to be taking Lara to his bed, and somehow it reminded him of the first night they’d ever made love.He paused at the foot of the stairs and looked into her wide eyes. Her long fringe had fallen back, away from her face, and he saw that her brow was clear and smooth. She was giving herself completely to the moment—she wanted this as much as he did.Another surge of desire crashed through him and he bent his head to kiss her again. She reacted instantly, parting her lips to welco
As she felt his hands sliding upwards over her ribs, she instinctively looked down at herself. The sight of her own naked breasts, jiggling slightly with the trembling of her body and the rapid rate of her breathing, startled her. Her nipples were jutting forward, taut and throbbing with the need for his attention, and even looking at them herself seemed to make them ache even more.Suddenly his hands curved up and over her breasts, and a shuddering sigh escaped her. He massaged her tender flesh, sending waves of sensual pleasure rolling through her. Then he teased her nipples gently between his fingers and thumbs, and the pleasure intensified.Her head fell back against his shoulder and she closed her eyes. It felt so perfect standing there, feeling the skin of her back pressed against his solid chest while his hands created marvelous sensations, spiraling out from her breasts.The he lifted one hand to sweep her hair to the side, baring her neck so that he cou