shoulder.
“There you are, see. I bet you’re getting nice and wet for me even now, aren’t you?”
A groan escaped the woman in his arms this time, and she stiffened.
“Please, don’t. This is wrong.”
Jamie released her immediately, and when he took a step back, she turned back round, and wrapped her arms around her midriff in a defensive move that tore at his heartstrings. Right now, she looked utterly lost, and she didn’t seem capable of meeting his gaze.
“Wrong, how?” he asked and using just his forefinger tipped her chin up so that he could read her expression.
What he saw in her eyes made his gut churn. Lust, for sure, but also worry, and incredible sadness.
“I don’t know. It seemed a good idea at the time, and now…” Her gaze involuntarily strayed toward his groin, and Jamie unbuttoned his jacket. A strangled gasp escaped her when he reached down to adjust his rock hard cock into a somewhat more comfortable position.
“That looks as though it should hurt.”
Her innocent statement caught him off guard, and she blushed a deep red under his quiet scrutiny.
“I mean … jeez.” She uncrossed her arms and grasped hold of the railing she was leaning again instead. The action made the already taut material across her impressive rack stretch further, and Jamie’s mouth watered with the need to taste this woman.
This might be all kinds of wrong—after all she was engaged to be married—but his libido was taking no notice of that little voice of reason in his head. Messing around with Don Cabrizi’s daughter could get a man killed under normal circumstances. Not that these were normal circumstances…
“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to sound like a simpering debutante in a Regency novel. I realize I’m enough of an oddity being a twenty-three old virgin, I…” She didn’t continue, just dropped her head and frowned at the ground as though the flagstones making up this balcony flooring were the most interesting thing ever.
“You’re not, and even if you were, I’m sure you had your reasons. I refuse to accept it was lack of opportunity, unless the men you came into contact with were fucking blind.”
That earned him a small smile, and she raised her head.
“I wouldn’t call them men. They were boys, and one ill-advised teenage fumble was enough to put me off from ever going there again. Men my age have never interested me. That is…” She worried her bottom lip with her teeth, and acting on instinct, Jamie stepped closer, and pulled the soft flesh away from danger.
“Don’t do that, bellissima. I’ll be the one to mark your skin tonight.”
A sharp intake of her breath was his only reply to that, and he let his thumb linger on the soft curve of her upper lip while he murmured the next words.
“With your permission, of course. If you’ve changed your mind, and would rather keep your virginity for your future husband, I’ll leave. All things considered that would probably be the wisest move. From what I know of Jamison he’s not inclined to share what’s his.”
Those words certainly caused a reaction, because she slapped his hand away and positively glared at him.
“I’ll be no man’s property, ever.”
Hands held up in mock surrender, Jamie laughed and shrugged.
“If you say so. Your most enlightening answers in the Premiere questionnaire would suggest otherwise. You’ve asked for a Dom, Nicoletta, did you not and I quote here… ‘I would like to experience Dominance and submission, no pain, but spanking would be nice, and I want someone experienced’.”
He grinned at her “caught in the act” expression, and when she seemingly had no answer for that he continued.
“From what I understand Jamison could give you all that, if you’d let him.” Her head went up, and she regarded him through narrowed eyes.
“However, starting your marriage off on a lie, would I expect, cause him to be mighty pissed off with you. I know I would be in his shoes,
“There you are, see. I bet you’re getting nice and wet for me even now, aren’t you?”
A groan escaped the woman in his arms this time, and she stiffened.
“Please, don’t. This is wrong.”
Jamie released her immediately, and when he took a step back, she turned back round, and wrapped her arms around her midriff in a defensive move that tore at his heartstrings. Right now, she looked utterly lost, and she didn’t seem capable of meeting his gaze.
“Wrong, how?” he asked and using just his forefinger tipped her chin up so that he could read her expression.
What he saw in her eyes made his gut churn. Lust, for sure, but also worry, and incredible sadness.
“I don’t know. It seemed a good idea at the time, and now…” Her gaze involuntarily strayed toward his groin, and Jamie unbuttoned his jacket. A strangled gasp escaped her when he reached down to adjust his rock hard cock into a somewhat more comfortable position.
“That looks as though it should hurt.”
Her innocent statement caught him off guard, and she blushed a deep red under his quiet scrutiny.
“I mean … jeez.” She uncrossed her arms and grasped hold of the railing she was leaning again instead. The action made the already taut material across her impressive rack stretch further, and Jamie’s mouth watered with the need to taste this woman.
This might be all kinds of wrong—after all she was engaged to be married—but his libido was taking no notice of that little voice of reason in his head. Messing around with Don Cabrizi’s daughter could get a man killed under normal circumstances. Not that these were normal circumstances…
“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to sound like a simpering debutante in a Regency novel. I realize I’m enough of an oddity being a twenty-three old virgin, I…” She didn’t continue, just dropped her head and frowned at the ground as though the flagstones making up this balcony flooring were the most interesting thing ever.
“You’re not, and even if you were, I’m sure you had your reasons. I refuse to accept it was lack of opportunity, unless the men you came into contact with were fucking blind.”
That earned him a small smile, and she raised her head.
“I wouldn’t call them men. They were boys, and one ill-advised teenage fumble was enough to put me off from ever going there again. Men my age have never interested me. That is…” She worried her bottom lip with her teeth, and acting on instinct, Jamie stepped closer, and pulled the soft flesh away from danger.
“Don’t do that, bellissima. I’ll be the one to mark your skin tonight.”
A sharp intake of her breath was his only reply to that, and he let his thumb linger on the soft curve of her upper lip while he murmured the next words.
“With your permission, of course. If you’ve changed your mind, and would rather keep your virginity for your future husband, I’ll leave. All things considered that would probably be the wisest move. From what I know of Jamison he’s not inclined to share what’s his.”
Those words certainly caused a reaction, because she slapped his hand away and positively glared at him.
“I’ll be no man’s property, ever.”
Hands held up in mock surrender, Jamie laughed and shrugged.
“If you say so. Your most enlightening answers in the Premiere questionnaire would suggest otherwise. You’ve asked for a Dom, Nicoletta, did you not and I quote here… ‘I would like to experience Dominance and submission, no pain, but spanking would be nice, and I want someone experienced’.”
He grinned at her “caught in the act” expression, and when she seemingly had no answer for that he continued.
“From what I understand Jamison could give you all that, if you’d let him.” Her head went up, and she regarded him through narrowed eyes.
“However, starting your marriage off on a lie, would I expect, cause him to be mighty pissed off with you. I know I would be in his shoes,
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