Bedded by the Italian Playboy (8 page)

She
had to stay in control. Only Rachel suspected it was going to be a lot harder
than she’d ever imagined.

Chapter Eight

The
waiter had been dismissed and Dominic joined Rachel on the large couch in the
sitting area. She sat on the very edge, as close to the arm rest as possible,
her back ramrod straight, her hands clasped in her lap. He, however, lounged
back, trying to look relaxed, when in reality his heart was thudding and his
cock was alternating between hard and extremely hard.

Dinner
had been difficult, watching her work her way through the courses. Her tongue
darting out to scoop up some sorbet, her lips caressing the salmon. It had been
all he could do to eat his own food and not pull her across the table and kiss
her senseless. Instead he’d pulled at some self control and they’d talked and
he had to say he was feeling very satisfied. Rachel had the sort of occupation
he approved of immensely. A nursery school teacher. It was wonderful, perfect,
and fit exactly his image of her. Because he had been truthful when he’d said
he expected the women in his life to take on a traditional role. His own mother
had been far from that and he had no intention of allowing his children to grow
up being shunted from nanny to nanny. Not that he was envisioning Rachel in
such a role. Of course not, but it pleased him all the same.

No,
the only role he could see Rachel in right now was as his lover. He wanted her
on the bed beneath him being thoroughly pleasured and now was the time to make
that happen.

“Would
you like a nightcap, Rachel?” he asked, leaning forward.

She
blushed and shook her head.

“You
are sure?”

“Yes,”
she said. “I don’t really drink alcohol and the wine you gave me at dinner has
already got me lightheaded.”

“Ah,
well, it is a little hot in here. Why don’t you take off your cardigan? It
might help.”

She
shot him a look, bit down on her lip, and pulled the cardigan a little closer.
“I’m not hot at all. No, I’m fine. I mean, it’s a little….”

Dominic
ignored her babbling and moved along the couch. Before she even had a chance to
gasp, he took her hands in his and began to caress them. “You have beautifully
soft hands,” he murmured.

“I
use Nivea,” she whispered.

He
smiled at her words. “Soft hands, soft skin and the most delightfully soft lips
I have ever seen.”

Her
eyes widened, she did gasp then and shook her head. “Dominic, I—”

He
silenced her with a kiss. Their first proper kiss and
Dios
was it worth waiting for. Her lips were pliant, giving, and
they sent a rush of blood straight to his erect cock. He groaned and took her
mouth in his, coaxed her lips to match his own rhythm, and after just a
moment’s hesitation, they did.

His
arms wrapped around her of their own accord and she gave little moan before
wrapping hers around his neck. From there it seemed so easy to lift her onto
his lap and he made to do just that, but the moment his hands lowered to cup
her ass cheeks, she shuddered and pulled free of their kiss.

“Dominic,
what are you doing?”

“Making
us more comfortable,” he said and then he peppered little kisses along her jaw
line, all the way up to her ear. It was small and soft and for some reason the
idea of licking along the shell made him even harder. He didn’t question it and
instead did just that, his tongue sweeping from the lobe all the way upwards.
She tasted of flowers and heat and he cock pulsed.

She
gasped as his tongue did another sweep and pulled herself back, her cheeks
bright pink, her chest heaving. It was then that he noticed why she had refused
to take off her cardigan and satisfaction filled him. Her nipples were as stiff
as bullets. Clear and obvious through her T-shirt, they were practically
begging him to take them in his mouth and Dominic had to hold back another
groan at the thought. He literally could not wait to see her naked. To see her
spread out before him. Her huge breasts ready for his attention. Her pussy
glistening. He hoped to God she was not one of those women that waxed
everything. He wanted to see her blonde curls. To run his fingers through them
before trailing down to her clit.

Dios
, he wanted
everything. “Come,” he demanded, desire making his tone a little harsher than
he wanted it to be. “Sit here. Be comfortable.”

She
went bright red in less than a second. “I can’t sit on your lap!”

“Why
not?”

“Because
it’s…because I…I mean….”

“I
want you,” he said without any kind of apology. “Look what you do to me.”

He
took her hand and placed it on his raging erection. She inhaled sharply and
pulled her hand away. “You—”

“I’ve
had a permanent hard-on since the moment we met. You are so beautiful, so
perfect. I want you in my bed, Rachel. Tonight.”

If
it was even possible, her blush deepened. “I can’t.”

“Nonsense.”

He
kissed her again, slowly, deeply, demanding that she respond in kind, and it
was like a fucking drug. Like being pulled into the abyss and Dominic could do
nothing but let it take him. They kissed for minutes upon minutes, each
groaning their pleasure, each with their arms wrapped around the other. At some
point, though when, he wasn’t sure, Dominic
did
lift her onto his lap. Straight onto his stiff cock. She gasped against his
lips but he merely deepened the kiss further, his tongue finding hers.

Then
his hands were trailing along her sides and a mere moment later he found her
breasts. He shuddered when his palms covered them, shocked at how firm they
were, yet soft, and her nipples…so stiff. How he fucking wanted her.

“Rachel,”
he whispered against her lips. “What you do to me.”

She
pulled back and their eyes met. Hers were flushed with desire, sparkling with
it, and he held them as he pulled her cardigan from her, tossing it over onto
the other couch. She bit down on her lip as he lifted her shirt over her head.
Her perfect breasts were now right in front of him, enclosed in a white, lacey
bra.

It
was all he could do to stop himself from simply unzipping his trousers, pushing
her to her knees, and fucking her until she screamed. Instead he coaxed her
breasts from the cups of her bra and brushed his thumbs across her nipples.
They were large, perfectly pink, and he could stop himself no longer. He took
one in his mouth and ran his tongue around it, hardening further when he felt
it pucker against the roof of his mouth. Rachel shrieked and jumped but he had
anticipated that. His right arm snaked around her waist, holding her in place,
whilst his left hand continued to rub over her other nipple. He played with
them both, licking and brushing and coaxing and she panted her pleasure, moaned
his name. “Dominic, Dominic, Dominic….”

He
swapped sides, took the other nipple in his mouth and laved that too. Rachel
cried out, ground her hips against him, and he groaned because his cock was so
fucking close to her pussy, to the wet heat he needed to be inside of. And as
he imagined that heat, imagined how it would feel, he knew he could wait no
more.

In
one quick move Dominic flipped her onto her back and reached for the zipper on
her jeans. He would shimmy them down to her ankles, unzip himself and fuck her,
he thought. The second time could be slow. The second time could be about the
seduction. Right now he simply needed to come. He fucking had to, he was ready
to burst. And so he reached for her zipper, ready to do just that, but Rachel
reached out and stilled his hand.

“Stop,”
she whispered.

He
thought he’d heard her wrong and found her gaze to understand, but the moment
he did, Dominic knew that he hadn’t. They were still flushed with desire but
they’d cleared and there was something else there now. Something like resolve.
“Why?” he demanded. “I want you. You want me.”

“Yes,”
she said. “I do.”

“Then
why are we stopping?”

“Because,
Dominic,” she said and then she paused and when she spoke again her words were
near a whisper. “I’ve never done this before.”

“You…”

“Yes,”
she murmured as his mind tried to take in what she was telling him. “I’m a
virgin.”

Chapter Nine

Dominic
lifted himself off her slowly, his fists clenched together, and paused for just
a moment, his muscular body seeming to shudder. But whatever it was he was thinking
seemed to resolve itself, and he’d dropped a soft kiss on her forehead before
sitting back and giving her some room.

“I
apologize,” he began. “I did not realize.”

Her
stomach fluttered and Rachel exhaled shakily. “How could you?”

“Still,
we almost….” He gestured between them and then ran a hand through his hair. “I
apologize.”

“No,”
she said even as she tried to pull her bra up and cover her breasts. They felt
so heavy, so hot. Never before had she known they could be so sensitive. When
Dominic had taken them into his mouth, she’d thought she might jump out of her
skin. Never had anything felt so good, so intoxicating. She marveled at the
fact she’d even been able to call a halt to things, but his hand on her jeans
had been enough. Somewhere in her desire-filled stupor, a little voice had
piped up. It sounded suspiciously like Lyra.
What the fuck are you doing?

Suddenly
she’d realized exactly what she
was
doing,
what it meant. Dominic was notorious, she reminded herself even as his fingers
brushed across her bare stomach. He took what he wanted but then he disposed of
it just as quickly. Woman after woman, a never-ending lineup, Rachel had seen
them all in her research. Blonde after blonde.

If
she did this now, if she had sex with him, she might find herself out on her
ass in the morning, the mission over and done with her hands empty.
Make him burn. Pants stay on.
But more
than that was her own self respect. She was a virgin by choice. She’d never
liked anyone enough to give it up and doing so now, giving it to the man she
was planning to steal from, was wrong in so many ways. Despite the attraction,
despite the fact he made her feel hot and shaky and nervous and desperate for
more of his kisses, she couldn’t.

Not
on the first date.

Not
a handful of hours after meeting him.

And
certainly not like this.

“It’s
not your fault,” she said as she pulled her bra up to cover everything and then
wrapped her arms around her bare belly. “I’m just as much to blame.”

“No,”
he said, passing her across her shirt. “I simply assumed. But of course this
changes things.”

Of
course it did, just as she knew it would.
Innocent.
It would make him see her completely differently. Just as Lyra and Penny said
it would. The fact that it was true was just an added bonus. But she needed
time to think, to work out how she’d almost let him seduce her when she’d
promised herself she would not. So Rachel pulled her tee shirt over her head,
smoothed it down and shot him a look.

His
hair was in disarray, his shirt rumpled, the top few buttons undone. Had she
done that? She couldn’t even remember. He looked so gorgeous. So attractive.
His eyes so piercing, the angular set of his jaw…she swallowed and took a deep
breath.

“It’s
fine,” she said after a moment. “Only I think maybe you should leave. I’d like
some time alone please.”

“Of
course.” He stood up, grabbed the suit jacket he’d shed when they sat down to
dinner and then paused at the door. “I will see you tomorrow?”

“I’ll
be here.” Where else would she be, she thought, the mission may have just been
compromised. Well, more than that… almost freaking over, but there was still
work to be done. She could not forget that! Not now, not in the days to come.

“And
you will text me if you need anything? If anything is amiss?”

“Of
course.”

“Because
it is no bother. It would please me,
Cara
.”

“Yes,
Dominic. I promise.”

He
nodded and left the room, shutting the door with a soft thud. Rachel followed
him over, locked it, and rested her head against the wood. It felt cold against
her forehead and it was then she realized just how hot she was. How flushed.

She
made her way into the bedroom and flopped down on her enormous bed, sinking
into its contours. Her breasts ached, her thighs felt sticky and she wanted…no,
she needed something to ease the pressure she felt down there. But even as her
fingers went to the waistband of her jeans Rachel halted. She’d never really
been a fan of masturbating. Oh, she’d tried it more than once but she was
almost certain she’d never managed to make herself orgasm. So like she’d
stilled Dominic’s hand, she stilled her own, turned on her side, and tried to
think.

Nothing
clarified itself, not then and not in the long hours that followed. Not as she
showered and changed into the silky pajamas Lucinda had sent her way. Not as
she lay in bed trying to find patterns in the sheer bed curtains, and not even
as she’d counted the hours until dawn. By morning Rachel knew one thing and one
thing only.