I…you’re a
billionaire, aren’t you?”
“ I am.”
She swore. “That’s
all the more reason I made the right decision.”
He frowned. “I don’t
usually get that reaction from women.”
“ From what your uncle said,
I don’t doubt it, but let me make something real clear, Renzo
Mariani. I don’t want you or your money.”
His eyes narrowed, and a curious
expression came over his handsome features. When he slid closer, her
mouth went dry. He skimmed fingers over the surface of the water,
separating the bubbles. She imagined he could see a lot more than she
wanted him to, and he might as well caress her with his light touch.
“ That’s funny,”
Renzo began, “because I know when a woman burns for me, cara
mia , and you are on
fire.”
“ Whether I am or I’m
not is irrelevant,” she snapped.
Renzo grinned. “I beg to
differ.”
He bent down without warning and
kissed her for the second time. Jada mentally demanded she push him
away and turn her head, but instead, she arched her back and opened
her mouth in invitation. Their tongues touched, and heat scorched her
from head to toe. Her nipples pebbled into stiff peaks and grazed his
chest. The dampness of her skin ruined his shirt, but Renzo didn’t
appear to care. He dipped a hand beneath the surface of the water to
thread between her legs. A cry of pleasure wrenched from her throat
when the tips of his fingers teased her clit. Still, Renzo took the
kiss deeper, forcing her head back and devouring her mouth. She gave
it up in a heartbeat, desperate for more. Her decision to end their
affair when she did had been made to keep control, but one touch from
this man made it plain who held all the power.
When he raised his head at last,
she lowered hers to keep him from seeing the raw lust that must light
her eyes. She felt him stand and heard the rustle of clothing. Her
heart hammered in her throat when he stepped over the edge of the
tub, naked, to sit in front of her. She could yell, pretend outrage,
and demand he leave, but the reality was she already knew what she
wanted. Beneath the bubbles, he would be erect and hard. His cock was
thick, and he’d stretched her so good in Venice. The day she
checked out of her hotel early and flew back home, her pussy had
craved to be filled with him a million more times.
Jada caught her bottom lip
between her teeth and busied herself squeezing gel into her sponge,
but Renzo leaned over and took the pink ball from her hands. He
worked the gel into foam and then ran the sponge over her bare
breasts. He didn’t even have to touch her nipples to drive up
her desire. Just the act of washing her with tender movements and
gentle care was enough.
He dipped his hand beneath the
water and found his way between her legs. He stroked the ball across
her pussy, and she had to clamp her teeth together to keep from
crying out in pleasure.
“ Come here,” he
commanded and tossed the ball aside.
She widened her eyes. “You
haven’t washed my back yet.”
“ You and I both know I’m
not interested in washing you right now. I want to get you dirty from
head to toe. Now, come here.”
Jada shivered. She rolled forward
to her knees, and Renzo reached out to help her. He grasped her hips
and lifted her with strength that made her head spin. When he brought
her down on his lap, facing him, she gripped his shoulders and sucked
in a breath. His cock pressed into her belly. She felt his shaft
extended, thick and erect. The tool twitched under her, and in
response her pussy throbbed.
Renzo ran a rough thumb over her
throat, up her chin, and stopped at her lips. The rest of his hand
extended over her jaw, and her breath, along with her heartbeat,
increased its rate. He was a master, one at whose mercy she enjoyed
being. “I was not done with you.”
“ I—”
He curved a hand around her hip,
over her ass, and pushed it between her legs from behind. His
fingertips touched her pussy opening, and she shivered.