Too Cold To Love (22 page)

"Marco, I'm not taking no for an answer.
Let me see."

"If you insist."

"I most certainly do."

Elise regretted that answer the minute Marco
started taking his shirt off and she caught sight of his well-defined muscles.
Covered by a smattering of dark hair which arrowed down to his waistband, they
would give any model a run for his money. She swallowed and licked her dry
lips. Oh heck, how could she have forgotten that chest? Her breathing sped up
against her will, and heat exploded in her core. His soft drawl didn't help at
all. "Your wish is my command,
cara mia
."

"Don't call me that. You don't mean
it."

Her voice sounded far too husky, even to her own
ears. She stepped around him to look at his shoulder. An ugly bruise was
forming, and she snatched one of the hand towels of the rail in front of her,
wrapped the ice in it, and slapped it on his shoulder.

"Easy, that hurts."

"I thought you weren't hurt at all, Mr.
Macho Tarzan."

"I wasn't until you slapped me with that
ice,
Jane
. And I don't know whether you noticed, but that ice may be
better served somewhere else."

He chuckled low in his throat when Elise's
glance went to the all too visible tent in his trousers.

"Unless you have other ideas to help that
particular hurt?"

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean,
Marco. I'm simply dealing with your shoulder, though why I ought to be
concerned with something that is completely self-inflicted is, quite frankly,
beyond me."

Marco's knowing gaze met hers in the bathroom
mirror, and the heat she saw in his eyes started a slow answering fire deep
within her. Awareness sparked between them.

The towel slowly slipped from her fingers. The
ice hit the tiled floor with a thud and broke the spell. She almost ran into
the other room and frantically tried the other door.

"I have it on good authority that they are
fire doors, my lovely, so I'd give up now. I like your shoulders just the way
they are,
cara mia."

Marco leant against the door frame propped up by
his good shoulder, his arms crossed over his chest, a slow smile on his lips.
He checked the lock on the bathroom door.

"And I'm pleased to note there isn't a lock
on here, lest you decide to go hiding in another bathroom. I seem to recall you
were rather fond of that on our honeymoon."

Elise winced, followed by a vivid blush as she
remembered their wedding night.

Marco simply smiled. He slowly advanced towards
her, and Elise backed away until she bumped into the wall. He reminded her of a
predator stalking his prey.

"Marco, we need to talk."

One last long stride brought him so close his
thighs touched hers, and he put one hand either side of her head.
 
His big body crowded her against the wall,
and his sinful mouth hovered over hers.

"So talk,
cara mia.
I'm all yours."

His hot breath fanned across her face, and Elise
closed her eyes. She bit back a moan when he kissed her nose and rained
butterfly kisses along her jaw line. He suckled gently on just the right spot
on her neck to make her knees turn to jelly.

"Marco…please…stop…"

Somehow she found the strength to put her
shaking hands on his chest, only to meet hot, hard, male flesh. This time she
couldn't stop the very feminine moan escaping. Was that needy sound really her?

Apparently so, judging by Marco's low groan in
her ear. He moved his hand to cup her breast, the nipple thrusting shamelessly
into his caress.

"You don't sound as though you want me to
stop,
cara mia
. In fact, I would hazard a guess that you're wet enough
for me to fuck you right here."

The crude words should have shocked Elise, but
instead she whimpered in response to his words. He ground his hips suggestively
into hers until the full force of his erection rested against her pussy. Heat
flooded between her thighs, and she pulled his head down for kiss.

"You're talking too much, Tarzan."

She caught a quick glimpse of triumph in his
glittering eyes before his mouth claimed hers. His tongue tangled with hers,
and they both groaned. One of his hands fisted in her hair, and the other
lifted her skirt. He cupped her mound and murmured his approval.

"You're so fucking wet for me."

He bunched the sodden material of her underwear
in his hand and pulled. The move brought delicious pressure to her clit, and
Elise panted in excitement. Cool air hit her slick folds when the material gave
way with an audible rip. His large hand replaced the fabric, and her pussy
clamped down on the fingers he thrust into her channel. His teeth nipped her
neck, nudging her arousal up another notch, andhe kicked her feet apart to spread
her wider. She clung to his shoulders, rubbing her breasts against his chest,
and he swore. He thrust two more fingers into her hungry cunt, and she lifted
her leg to give him better access. He withdrew his fingers, and Elise tensed
when he inserted one slick digit into her anus.

"Relax,
pasticcino."

His eyes sought hers, and he smiled. He kissed
her, and Elise relaxed into the strange sensation. When he inserted another
finger into her tight hole, she gasped into his mouth. He thrust slowly in and
out of her, and Elise pulled him closer to her still, as her hips moved of
their own accord. Unused nerve endings sprang to life, and darts of pleasure
skittered to her clitoris. Her breath came in short gaps, as her arousal built.

"That's my girl. I knew you'd like
this." Marco's strained voice in her ear was the sexiest sound she'd ever
heard. She pushed down on his fingers, seeking more, and moaned her
disappointment when he withdrew them slowly. He grabbed her buttocks and ground
her aching clit into his still covered cock. He thrust into her, and the
friction on her throbbing bud proved too much for Elise.

"Please, Marco."

"What,
cara mia?"

Marco pulled away, and she groaned.

"What do you want, my wife?"

The heat in his ever darkening gaze stoked her
arousal to fever pitch, and she impatiently tugged at his trousers.

"I want you in me, now, Marco."

His eyes darkened further at her whispered plea,
and she breathed a sigh of relief when his hands helped her free his cock. It
sprung out of its confines up to his taut stomach, and Elise licked her lips in
anticipation. She cupped his balls, and it was Marco's turn to groan.

"Jesus, woman, you're killing me."

He pushed her hands away, and Elise arched into
his palms, when he pulled down her tank top and exposed her breasts. He kneaded
each aching globe, before he pushed them together and laved the nipples in
turn. Every suckle sent shards of pure pleasure down towards Elise's clit where
delicious anticipation built in waves. She moaned her protest when Marco released
the glistening buds and kissed his way back up to her collarbone. She could
feel his strained smile before she saw it.

"Wrap your legs around me. I need to get
inside you right now."

Elise marveled briefly at the raw need she saw
in his eyes, need that she knew must be reflected in her face. His thumb found
her clitoris, and all conscious thought left her when he rubbed across her
swollen pearl in slow, measured circles designed to drive her crazy. Her knees
buckled, and she clung onto his shoulders for support. When his other hand
circled her anus, her excitement hit fever pitch. He pushed two fingers past
that tight ring of muscle, all the while keeping up his relentless assault on
her clit, and she writhed against his fingers. Sweat broke out all over her
body; sensations overwhelmed her. Her oversensitive nipples rubbed against his
chest hair, and the deep timbre of his voice rumbled through her. On and on he
pushed her, higher and higher, his fingers continuing their erotic dance in and
out of both her holes. Trapped between his body and the cool wall, he held her
captive. He played her body, relentlessly finger-fucking her until the pressure
burst and she screamed her release. The full force of her climax gripped,
sensations spiraled from her sopping pussy and hypersensitive ass all over her
body, until his fingers had wrenched every last spasm from her. Only when she
was completely spent did he drive into her pussy with one long thrust. She was
so wet he slipped in all the way, stretching her to the point of pain, and he
swore.

"I can't do this slow; forgive me. You're
so tight and hot, baby."

 
Elise
wrapped her legs around him. His body held her up, as he set a ruthless rhythm
taking her against the wall fast and hard, his breathing heavy in her ear. His
balls hit her pussy lips with every hard thrust; her breasts jigged against
him, and the tension built again. Marco pulled out of her unexpectedly. Her
feet had barely touched the floor, before he spun her round and kicked her legs
apart again.

"Put your hands against the wall and lean
forward. I have to fuck your ass."

Excitement overtook any nerves, and she locked
her knees and stuck her ass out. The quick slap he delivered to one cheek
caused more of her juices to run down her inner thigh. He murmured his approval
and rubbed his thick cock along her slit, until it was slick with her juices.
She held her breath when he spread her ass cheeks wide and aligned the thick
head of his cock with her puckered hole. He reached around and flicked her clit
at the same time as he pushed into her ass slowly. There was pressure,
delicious pressure mixed in with pain, until he broke through the tight ring
and slid into her ass.

"Fuck, yeah." He growled the words,
and his hands dug into her hips. He began to move slowly at first, every thrust
into her ass, a long, careful glide, designed to pitch her arousal higher.

"Touch yourself for me,
cara mia."

Elise followed his panted demand immediately.
She rubbed her slick nub in time to his thrusts, faster, harder, until she
pushed against him, and he lost control. She met him thrust by frantic thrust,
her own climax once again building to unbearable levels until her body exploded
in the most forceful orgasm yet with his whispered, "Come for me,
baby."

She was dimly aware of Marco tensing up and
following her right across that sweet cliff as he breathed words in Italian in
her ear.

He pulled out of her and kissed her shoulder
blades. Her legs buckled, and he swooped her up in his arms and carried her
across to the bed. He put her down with a gentleness that took her breath away.
His eyes never left her face when he slowly peeled her out of her remaining
clothes. By the time she was completely naked his cock stood proud again. He
kissed her, and his hands started a slow exploration of her curves.

"Spread your legs, and let me see that
gorgeous pussy."

 
His
hungry gaze zeroed in on her cunt, and renewed moisture trickled out of her and
onto the bed.

"You're so beautiful."

His large hands spread her wider, and he bent
his head. That first lick against her sensitive flesh had her hips bucking off
the bed. His tongue flicked across her clit, alternating fast flutters with
slow strokes. He pushed two fingers into her vagina and curled them upwards.
Elise writhed under the combined onslaught of his tongue and fingers. He
withdrew every time she came too close, until Elise wanted to scream at him. He
took his sweet time, licking, suckling and pushing her body up each rung of
exquisite torture that left her breathless and quivering with need.

"Marco,
please."

She breathed her thanks, when he withdrew his
fingers and raised his head. He levered one of her knees up and drove his cock
into her pussy. Elise screamed at the thick invasion. The angle of his
penetration drove him deeper with every thrust, their movements growing frantic
once again. She clenched around his cock, her pussy walls trying to pull him
back in when he withdrew, before he slammed into her again and again until they
finally came together in a mind-shattering orgasm that made Elise literally see
stars and hear things.

She could have sworn he mutteredinto her ear, “I
missed you so much,
amore mio
."

Chapter Twenty-Three

Marco jerked awake with a muffled curse.
Merda
,
his shoulder was on fire. Elise would have a fit if she knew. He smiled looking
down on the woman curled into his side so trustingly in her sleep, for once not
fighting the tender feelings. Right now he wasn't sure why he had been fighting
them in the first place. She could never know, but that didn't mean he had to
torture himself staying away from her. She stirred slightly rolling away from
him, and he sighed, his body instantly bemoaning the loss of her soft curves.

He forced himself get up and winced at the pain
in his shoulder.
Mental note, next time believe Mamma G, you stupid idiot!

Damn it all to hell, what was he going to do?
He'd tried to see the Milligans for over a week, ever since that fateful call
from Robert, and he had finally worn them down yesterday.