for the only thing that had ever been potent enough to melt his control.
Ava’s gasp echoed in the car as he yanked her against him.
Soft contours moulded against his hardness, her eyes widening as she encountered a particularly stiff part of him. His gaze dropped to her lips, his focus hazing at the thought of possessing her, of washing away the tide of blackness that threatened to consume him in the most effective way he knew how.
He slanted his lips over hers, and nearly groaned. Heady, seductive, infinitely dangerous to him. But, right at that moment, he didn’t care about the danger. He wanted a reprieve from the demons clamouring for his soul.
With a feathery sigh, she melted into him and he exhaled in satisfaction. He’d expected bristle and bite, for her to fight the way she always did. Instead she sank further into him.
His tongue, eager to taste, captured hers. Another gasp echoed in the silent interior as his fingers explored what he’d been itching to explore for far too long.
No woman had ever tasted like Ava. Innocent and bewitching, bold and insecure—one minute she kissed him as if she wanted to devour him, the next she whimpered with a touch of timidity.
The heady mix made him harder, torturing him with the need to pull up the short hemline that had been taunting him all evening and just take, take, take.
But, as much as he wanted to rip her panties off, spread her open on the wide limo seat and pleasure them both until one of them passed out, he couldn’t.
There’s nothing wrong with kissing, his insistent body clamoured. He deepened the kiss, letting his mouth perform the task his body couldn’t be allowed to. Ava’s mouth opened wider, her tongue growing bolder in its own exploration.
A dark thought seeped into his mind. Fighting the blackness, he wrenched his lips from hers.
‘You never answered me when I asked if there’d been anyone else. I need to know.’
‘Why, so you can go growl at them the way you did with Mario tonight?’
Irrational jealousy he’d experienced earlier returned. He planted a hard kiss on her lips, determined to wipe the feeling away with the smooth sweep of his tongue.
‘Mario has been left in no doubt as to the consequences should he ever dare to come within three feet of you again.’ He hesitated a beat. ‘Ava?’
Mesmerising green eyes held his. ‘I’m still a married woman. I take my vows very seriously.’ She sniffed, and her eyes darkened. ‘Has there been for you?’
He shook his head. ‘We’re still married, mia amante. I would never dishonour you in that way.’
Her eyes darkened and her swollen lower lip trembled. ‘How can you say things like that to me and expect me not to have hope for us?’
His insides clenched. ‘Ava...’
‘For God’s sake, shut up, Cesare. Just...shut up and kiss me.’
He didn’t need to be told twice.
Lust thundering forcefully through him, he went deeper. She was all fire now, voracious and demanding, her hands frantic as they grasped his nape, grabbed his hair and twisted it between her fingers. His heart tore around his chest like a crazed animal. When her full breasts pressed against his chest, he nearly lost his mind.
His hand moved to her back, encountered sleek, smooth flesh. He pulled back, sucked in a deep breath and watched her fight for breath too. The sight of her moistened, kiss-swollen lips made him groan.
‘What?’ she asked huskily. Her fingers still worked through his hair, scraped his scalp. He’d never have imagined such a simple gesture could be erotic, but the fierce throb of his erection indicated otherwise.
‘We’ve arrived at the apartment.’
It took a few seconds for his words to register. In that suspended time, he basked in her warm supple body plastered against him.
Eyes widening, she sprang away from him. The loss was a fist in his gut. She reached for his jacket and settled it around her shoulders and, oddly, Cesare felt comforted that she had a part of him on her. He toyed with asking Paolo to take them on a long drive out of the city but already the door was opening.
She stepped out, exhibiting an obscene amount of leg, and her bare feet made him want to growl some more.
He carried her shoes and trailed her into the building. He’d chosen to lead a separate life away from his wife and child because he hadn’t thought he had what it took to be a husband and father. He’d drifted through each day, doing what needed to be done—making deals, making more money, taking financial care of his parents.
Now he was hyperaware of every passing minute, of every atom of his being poised on a knife-edge of sharp focus. Focus on the woman in front of him, her stunning body and shapely backside swaying underneath his jacket as she strode towards the lift on the balls of her bare feet.
Inside the lift, he caught her to him but didn’t kiss her. If he started he wouldn’t be able to stop.
Once they were inside the apartment, he kicked the door shut with his foot and reached for her. What he grabbed instead was his jacket, held out by Ava with a determined look on her face.
‘Come here,’ he commanded, every muscle tight with need.
She raised her chin, exposing the satin neck that sent his pulse sky-high. ‘No.’
Shock froze him in place. ‘Che?’
She remained defiant and out of reach. ‘I won’t sleep with you just because you’ve decided that you want me again.’
He prowled towards her. She backed away, making him want to pounce on her. He cautioned himself not to. ‘Again? Hell, haven’t we proved conclusively that I’ve never stopped wanting you? Dio, you only have to walk into a room to make me rock-hard for you.’
Heat bloomed in her cheeks, appeasing him somewhat. As did her soft lips parting on a breath. The fierce shake of her head, however, plunged him back towards supreme frustration. Again he tried to reach for her. Again she danced out of his reach. Irritation sizzled through him.
‘As hot as that was intended to make me—’
‘Did I succeed?’
The rapid rise and fall of her breasts gave him his answer. ‘I’m not going to fall into bed with you, Cesare.’
She shook out his jacket like a matador trying to distract a raging bull. He ignored it and focused on his prize. Another step brought him closer to her. He breathed in her scent and acknowledged that his need for her was beyond his own understanding.
And he was infinitely weary of twisting himself into knots about it.
‘Tell me you don’t want me, mia sposa.’
‘You know I do, but I won’t let you toy with me. What happened to—this is as far as you’re ever going to get?’
Unwelcome heat
