Page 23 of Seduced By the Enemy

He caught a hint of her floral perfume and his gut twisted at remembered pleasures—from the first night they’d slept together, in Moricosia, when he’d been totally intoxicated by everything about her, including that delicate, feminine smell.

“Have I kept you waiting?”

He tamped down on his irritation. Not with her, but rather, himself, for showing that yes, he’d been waiting. On tenterhooks, in fact.

Then again, why hide it? This was just about sex, and wanting her with the power of a thousand suns wasn’t a sin. Hell, it was why they were both here, wasn’t it?

“Yes,” he said, with a shrug that imitated carelessness. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

He dragged her into his arms, dropping his head and kissing her in the same motion, so more powerful memories exploded in his brain—the way she tasted, the way she sounded as she groaned into his mouth, so he swallowed up her eagerness and made it a part of his soul.

He didn’t need her to say anything. He didn’t need to hear that she’d been thinking about him, too. It was obvious, from the way she clung to him, to the way she kissed him back, to the way she lifted one leg, wrapping it behind his calves, like she couldn’t wait to feel him inside her, like she couldn’t wait, full stop.

Curses flooded his body, angry, hot, desperate curses of the need he couldn’t seem to get control of, and then he was lifting her, easily, carrying her to the bed and placing her down, at the same time he pushed her dress higher, so his fingers could run over her soft, smooth skin, all the way to the lace of her thong. He kept kissing her as he brushed it aside, so his fingers could connect with her sex, then push inside her, and she groaned harder, louder, arching her back and pushing forwards, and he heard her desperation then.

He’d thought about organising dinner to be here, waiting when she arrived, but he was glad he hadn’t now, because anything that delayed this would have been unbearable. And it would have sent the wrong message, anyway. They weren’t really dating, and this wasn’t about getting to know each other. When they ate, it would be a case of sharing a meal for the sake ofsustaining their energy levels, so they could keep doing this—it wouldn’t be anything more meaningful or significant.

As if to underscore his thoughts, she lifted her arms over her head, giving him access to remove her dress, which he did swiftly, letting out a guttural noise of his own when he saw that she wore no bra. Her beautiful breasts called to him, begging to be touched as he had last night. Her nipples were taut, sweet and demanding his attention, so as she fell back onto the bed he went with her, his mouth seeking first one breast, then the next, while his knee nudged her legs apart.

“Too many clothes,” she panted, when he pressed his teeth into her nipple with just enough force to make her yelp.

“I agree,” he said, and he moved to stand at the foot of the bed, bitterly resenting even that temporary separation. He undressed as quickly as he could, enjoying the fact she couldn’t take her eyes off him, adoring the fact she made no attempt to disguise it. Case in point, as he watched, Emilia held her hands up, a pout on those beautiful, full lips.

“Fuck me, Salvatore,” she begged, and he grinned, for no reason other than in that moment he was sublimely, utterly happy.

“I thinkthis is the best burger I’ve ever eaten,” she said, swallowing her third mouthful. “Or it could just be that I’m ravenously hungry.”

Across the table from her, Salvatore, wearing only a pair of cotton boxers, grinned. His bare chest really was a thing of great art. Perfectly sculpted, but in a way that somehow spoke of general fitness rather than a vain need to work out, with just the right covering of hair, and a deep, golden complexion, she washaving to work extra hard to stop her gaze from dropping down, constantly.

“Well, it is after midnight.”

“And I haven’t eaten since lunch.”

“Then it makes sense you’re hungry.”

Heat flooded her cheeks as she dropped her gaze to the burger, aware that her state of starvation had more to do with how they’d spent the last few hours. Her whole body was singing with pleasure from what they’d shared. Whatever ambivalence she’d been feeling about the wisdom of coming to see him for a second night had flown right out the window the second he’d kissed her.

She’d been desperate for him, but it was mutual, which made it a lot easier to just relax into this scenario.

“How was your day?”

His question had her lifting her gaze to his, surprised to find her lips quirking. “Seriously?”

“What? Isn’t that a normal question?”

“Yeah,” she drew the word out, thoughtfully. “But what we’re doing isn’t really normal, is it?”

He dipped his head in something like a nod of agreement, an unspoken concession. “Would you prefer to eat in silence?”

She took another bite of burger, finished chewing, then took a large sip of her soda. His gaze stayed on her face the whole time, letting her know he was waiting for an answer. Finally, she relented, “No, but I don’t know how I feel about making small talk with you, either. You are the enemy, remember?”

His grin made her insides pop like fireworks. “How could I forget?”

She reached for a chip. “Actually, my day was kind of shitty.”

He arched one brow, his face impassive. “Oh?”

She nodded.

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