The world tilted and she realized she was being carried. She didn’t know where and didn’t much care. She was too busy trying to devour a pair of sexy, masculine lips that she thought she just might be content to lock with for the rest of eternity.
He stopped moving, bent slightly and then no light filtered through her eyelids. Even that reality couldn’t hold her attention for very long, but when he laid her down on the plush carpet, pulling his mouth from hers, her eyes flew open and she moaned in protest.
They were in front of the fire, its orange glow the only light remaining in the room. It flickered over his features like a magical ebb and flow of illumination and shadow. She lay on her back staring up at him, her heart beating wildly while her lips pulsed with the need for more of his kisses.
He came down beside her, propping himself up on his elbow. So close their bodies touched, his leg slightly covered hers, and his chest pressed against her arm.
She felt surrounded by him, completely closed in, and her breaths came in shallow pants.
“Afraid?” he asked, not sounding particularly concerned.
“You said I should trust you.”
His dark brow rose, the firelight lending a primal cast to his face. “Do you?”
“I’m working on it.”
He smiled one of his rare smiles. “Good.”
She said nothing and he brushed her face with his fingertips, leaving a trail of tingling sensation in their wake. “You are so beautiful.”
Those words had been said so many times to her over the years, they’d almost ceased to have meaning. However, he was not seeing her as a body prepared to show some designer’s creation off to advantage. He was looking at her as a lover and no man had been allowed to do that in two long years.
Even before, Baron’s appreciation of her beauty had been wrapped up in his own pride of ownership. Something she had never been comfortable with, no matter how much she had thought she loved him.
Angelo looked at her as a man looked at a woman he could not look away from, not a woman he desired to show off to others.
The words unfurled inside her with a burst of pleasure and she savored them in silence for several seconds before replying. “Thank you.” She brought her hand up to trace the chiseled features of his face and down his neck to his collarbone. “You are a beautiful man.”
The corner of his lips quirked in amusement. “I’ve never thought of myself in those terms.”
“Most men don’t.” She grinned, feeling ridiculously happy for no reason she could discern. “However, you can trust me on this. Aesthetically you are extremely pleasing. Feature for feature you have the most masculine beauty I have ever seen. And I saw a lot of beautiful men in my former profession.”
“So, you think I’m the sexiest guy you’ve ever met?”
“Yes.”
“It’s those Sicilian genes.” The smug arrogance in his voice was more amusing than annoying.
She laughed. “Both of your parents must have been devastatingly attractive people.”
“I suppose.”
“Don’t you know?”
A dark shadow crossed his features and his mouth flattened into a grim line. “Yes, but it isn’t something I’ve thought about in a long time.”
“You don’t like talking about them, do you?”
“No.”
“Maybe it would help whatever bothers you so much if you did.” She was no amateur psychologist, but she couldn’t help feeling he kept too much of himself hidden.
Said the pot to the kettle.
She almost sighed, but bit it back. She wasn’t any better than him, but she had told him more about Baron than she’d even told her mother. And she felt better for it.
He traced the neckline of her dress, allowing his finger to dip into her cleavage for a breathless second. It felt amazing, just that small touch, but she sensed they were on the verge of something more important and she willed herself not to get sidetracked by how good it felt to be next to him.
“Angelo?”
“It’s too private.”
“Even to share with the woman you want to marry?”
An arrested expression came over his features and his gaze shifted from her breasts to her eyes. “You want me to talk about them to you?”
“Yes.”
“It’s important to you?”
“I think it is.”
He sat up, looping his arms around one raised knee and ran his fingers through his hair. “I don’t know where to begin.”
“Wherever you want.” She scooted into a sitting position beside him, glad for the warmth of the fire now that he wasn’t touching her.