Victoria Parker - His Ultimate Demand

Her breath audibly hitched. ‘Why? Tell me and I’ll remind you when things threaten to get out of hand.’

He couldn’t stop the laughter that rumbled from his chest. ‘You mean as some form of shock therapy?’

‘If it’s what works for you.’

His gaze slid down her body. Skin made vibrant by the sun and the exertions of their dive this morning offered temptation so strong it was no wonder he could think straight.

‘Don’t worry, tesoro, I’ll try and curb my uncontrollable urges.’

‘I’m glad you can. I’m not so sure about myself,’ she blurted.

For a moment, he thought his hearing was impaired. ‘What did you just say?’

She shut her eyes and cursed as he’d only heard a true New Yorker curse. ‘I feel as if I’m skidding close to the edge of my control where you’re concerned. After Simon—’

‘I am not Simon,’ he grated out.

She trembled. ‘Believe me, I know. But even though I keep telling myself what a bad idea this is, I can’t stop myself from...wanting you.’

The blunt delivery made his eyes widen. ‘You realise how much power you’re giving me by telling me?’

‘Yes. But I’m hoping you won’t take undue advantage of it.’

Slowly, he set the bottle down. ‘Come here.’

‘Did I not just mention undue advantage?’

‘Come here and we’ll see if the advantage is undue or not.’

* * *

Ruby stood slowly and stepped towards him, fighting for a clear breath as he loomed large, powerful and excruciatingly addictive before her. Her skin burned where he cradled her hips in his palms.

‘What do you want, Ruby?’ he rasped.

She looked into his face and every self-preservation instinct fled.

She’d never met a man like Narciso Valentino before. Everything she’d found out about him in the last few days had blown her expectations of him sky-high.

His name might indicate self-absorption but she was learning he was anything but. He could’ve reported her to Zeus when he’d found out she’d applied to be a Petit Q under false pretences. He could’ve sent her packing after she told him about his company owing her. Stopping himself from seducing her and his generosity with the clothes coupled with his easy companionship this morning as they’d scuba-dived at one of the most beautiful places in the world had shown her that Narciso could be nothing like his name.

Little by little, the traits she’d discovered had whittled at her defences.

And now...

‘As crazy and stupid as it is, I want to kiss you more than I want to breathe.’

Dear God, what was wrong with her?

‘Dio mio.’ He sounded strained...disarmed, as if she’d knocked his feet from under him.

She ought to pull back, retreat to the safety of her cabin. Instead, she took his face in her hands, leaned forward and kissed him.

His grunt of desire slammed into her before he seized her arms. Leaning back against the lounger, he tugged her on top of him. Strong arms imprisoned her as he moulded her body to his.

The evidence of arousal against her belly was unmistakable, gave her strength she hadn’t known existed. She plunged her tongue into his mouth, felt the stab of pleasure when he jerked beneath her and groaned long and deep.

Firm hands angled her head for a deeper penetration that made her pulse thud a hundred times faster.

He made love to her with his mouth, lapping at her lips with long strokes that pulled at the hot, demanding place between her legs.

Her hands hungrily explored his warm, firm muscle and hair-roughened chest. When her fingers encountered his nipple, she grazed her nail against it, the way she knew drove him mad.

He tore his mouth from hers, his eyes molten grey as he gazed up at her.

‘Cara mia, this will not end well for either of us if you don’t stop that.’

Brazenly, she repeated the action. And watched in fascination as it puckered and goose bumps rose around the hard disc. Before she could give in to the urge to taste it, Narciso was moving her higher, stark purpose on his face.

‘One bad turn deserves another.’ Roughly, he tugged at her bikini string and caught one plump breast in his mouth as they were freed from the garment.

The sight of him feasting on her in the dimming light was so erotic, Ruby’s nails dug into his chest.

Her hips bucked against his hardness, that hunger climbing even higher as she rubbed against his full, heavy thickness. The thought of having that power inside her made her whimper. When his teeth tugged at her in response, her moan turned into a cry.

Foolish or not, dangerous or not, she wanted him. More than she’d ever wanted anything in her life. For the first time, Ruby understood a little bit of the passion that drove her parents. Of the need that forced two people wholly unsuited to stay together. If it was anywhere near this addictive, this mad, she could almost sympathise...

‘Narciso...please...’

One hand splayed over her bottom, squeezed before grabbing the stretchy material of her bikini. He pulled, sending a million stars bursting behind her closed eyelids as the pressure on her heated clitoris intensified her pleasure. At her shocked gasp, he pulled tighter. Liquid heat rushed to fill her sensitive flesh. Almost immediately, she needed more, so much more that her body was threatening to burst out of her skin. She sank her hands into his hair and bit down on the rough skin of his jaw.

He cursed and froze, hard fingers gripping her hips. When the sensation slid from pleasure to a hint of pain, she lifted her head to gaze drowsily at him.

‘What...?’

‘Before this goes any further I need to be sure you want this,’ he rasped.

She looked down, saw her state of undress, saw his hard, ready body.

Instinctively she went to adjust her clothes, her face flushing with heat. ‘God, what’s wrong with me?’

He stopped her agitated movements with steady hands. ‘Hey, there’s nothing wrong with you. You’re a sensual creature, with natural needs just like—’

‘My father?’ she inserted bleakly.

Surprisingly gentle hands framed her face. ‘If you were like him you wouldn’t still be a virgin. Do you get that?’

Tears prickled her eyes. ‘But...I...’

‘No, no more excuses. You stopped being their puppet a long time ago—you just forgot to cut the strings.’

Her breath stalled and her vision blurred. He brushed away her tears and she fought to speak. ‘What does that say about me?’

His jaw clenched. ‘That we sometimes spend too much time looking in the rear-view mirror to see what’s ahead.’

She moved on top of him because, despite everything going south, her hunger hadn’t abated one iota. His hands clamped down harder on her hips.

‘What’s in your rear-view mirror?’ she asked him softly.

‘Too much. Much too much.’

His answer held a depth of anguish that cut to her soul. Heart aching for him, she started to lean down but he caught and held her still.

‘No.’

She looked into his face and saw his slightly ashen pallor. ‘You don’t want me to kiss you?’

His chest heaved and he glanced away.

The realisation hit her like a bolt of lightning. ‘You stopped us making love on the plane and just now because you don’t think you’re worth it, do you? Why not? Because your father told you you weren’t?’

‘Ruby, stop,’ he warned.

She ignored him, the need to offer comfort bleeding through her. She caressed his taut cheek. A pulse beat so hard in his jaw, her fingers tingled from the contact.

‘Cara, I’m a man on the edge. A man who wants what he shouldn’t have. Get off me before I do something we’ll both regret, per favore.’

Fresh tears prickled her eyes, stung the back of her throat.