Page 52 of Dangerous Deception

Now, Raffaele is capturing my heart and I don’t know what I’m supposed to do about it.

By the time I finish moisturizing my skin, the Italian heat has dried my hair. Stepping away from the dresser, I walk out onto the balcony that stretches toward the glistening swimming pool. Water splashes and waves surge as the man himself, Raffaele, swings his arms and makes it to the edge of the pool. He turns quickly and kicks off against the tiles, swimming another length as I watch.

I hate him.

No, I don’t.

He saved my life. He’s caring for me in ways I didn’t even know you could care for another person. Even last night when he fucked me and I made him keep his distance, he didn’t complain once. I know if I told him that having someone over me like that was triggering, he would understand, but oddly enough, I don’t feel like I have to tell him.

It’s like he already knows.

Raffaele swims to the edge of the pool once more, then plants his hands on the edge and hauls himself out of the water. Droplets cascade down over his golden muscles as he stands to his full height and drags one hand through his hair. The tight blue fabric of his swim shorts clings to every mouthwatering angle and I admire all of it.

Then Raffaele turns and looks right at me up on the balcony.

Heat pulses through my body as I’m caught staring at him, and the urge to hurry away rises briefly.

But I don’t.

I stare back.

He shakes his head free of excess water and places one hand on his chiseled hip. His chest heaves with deep breaths and then he presses his lips together.

A surge of boldness takes over me. I lift one hand to my shoulder and nudge the spaghetti strap away from my neck. The strap drifts down my arm, and the fabric of my dress catches on the swell of my bare breast.

Who can wear underwear in this heat?

I do the same with the other strap, and the dress falls from my shoulders in the next breath. After lingering for a second, the fabric falls off my body and pools at my ankles. I stand on the balcony, completely naked, as Raffaele gazes up from below.

He licks his lips and his eyes glaze over with lust.

Excitement floods through me as I run down the stairs, and Raffaele is there to greet me when I sprint outside toward the pool. I don’t think of anything beyond the immediate desire to be in his arms. I leap toward him, and he catches me as if I’m weightless. Our mouths clash together in a passionate kiss while he cuddles me tightly against him and spins me around.

His body is cooler than mine thanks to the water, but it heats up quickly underneath my wandering hands. My entire body throbs with need. An ache forms low in my core as Raffaelelavishes attention on my neck and bare shoulder, then he places me down on the sun lounger. Instead of crawling over me, he settles on the lounger beside me and pulls my body against his, my back to his chest.

Tilting my head back against his shoulder, we kiss deeply. His cock rises to attention amusingly fast, pressing against the back of my thigh while he cuddles me in his arms and skims his hands over my bare abdomen.

“You smell amazing,” he murmurs against my lips, lightly catching the swell of my lower lip between his teeth.

“Just showered,” I murmur. “But I have no idea what was in that body wash.”

“Whatever it was, it’s divine.” He kisses me again, hungrier, and I give myself over to him. There’s strength and control in his touch as he shifts against me, freeing his cock from the confines of his swimming shorts and sliding it between my thighs with a gasp. But there’s tenderness too. While firm, everything he does is followed by a kiss and a caress, like he’s showing my body that there’s nothing to be afraid of.

Showingmethat I’m safe with him.

I last only a few thrusts of his throbbing cock sliding between my thighs before I’m breathlessly begging for him to do something about how turned on I am.

One of his arms curls around me from underneath and clasps my jaw, tilting my head fully back so he can kiss me upside down just as he presses his long, thick, hot cock deep inside me. His other hand rubs along my thigh as he presses deeper and deeper, and just as I break the kiss for some air, his hand slides right between my thighs and brushes against my clit.

Moaning becomes more important than air. Tangled together like nets, he rocks into me with powerful, deep thrusts. Each thrust is met with continuous attention to my clit that sends sparks and waves of pleasure all through my body. I can’tfocus on any one thing—my clit throbs with need while my core aches as his cock presses so deep inside me that it’s like he’s a part of me.

He kisses me deeply. Each press of his lips and sensual swipe of his tongue tosses me deeper and deeper into an intensely relaxed state in his arms. I become like putty, following the rock of his thrusts with an empty, blissful mind.

Nothing matters but the pleasure coursing through our bodies.

We come together within moments of one another. My eyes roll back and my body tenses up as warm tingles stretch from the top of my head to the tips of my curled toes, and Raffaele drives himself deep inside me right where he belongs.

It’s perfect.

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