SURRENDER IN ROME (2 page)

Consumed with delirium, she pressed her pussy into his mouth. “More,” she moaned shamelessly. “More.”

He obliged by applying more heat, more pressure with his tongue and plunging a finger inside, then another. The double stimulation rocked her body. She heard her own cries and moans echo throughout the hotel room, so close to the inevitable that she ached.

Feeling the muscles of her pussy tighten around his fingers, Eric knew she was about to blow. Her orgasm came with stunning speed, flooding his mouth. He lapped at her until the last tremor died away and he’d sucked the last drop of fluid from her. Pushing himself up to his feet, he passionately began to kiss her, letting her taste herself on his lips, and she in turn, flung her arms around his neck and reciprocated with equal fervor, passion.

Wrenching his mouth from hers, he drew back slightly, his breathing heavy and fast. Triumph coursed through his blood when he saw her eyes dazed and her face flushed red. He lowered his forehead to hers. “That was my way of saying, I’m sorry,” he murmured, and brushed his fingers gently down her neck. “We will be doing this again.”

She trembled at his words. Yes, she did. Her skin tingled. “Like hell we will,” she countered, her breath coming in short, soft gasps.

He laughed at her defiance. The sound sent her pulse racing.

“Sleep well, Laura,” he said, opening the door. He turned and gave her a quick once over, riveting her to the spot with that hungry look in his eyes. “If you can that it is,” he taunted, pure mischief on his face, but what lurked behind it was something more intense and predatory. It frightened and excited her, as a riot of wants and needs rushed to the surface.

He grinned knowingly, fully aware of her inner state, and she hated him for it. He threw her a sexy wink, just to rile her up some more, and left. The door clicked softly behind him.

With her body still buzzing, her mind in a sensual haze, Laura Blake cursed him to hell.