“Let me,” I whispered, wanting to bring him the same kind of pleasure he’d brought me. The idea that, earlier, just imagining me spread out for him had distracted him, excited him, enough that he couldn’t focus, emboldened me to offer my challenge of tastes.
“Ben,” I half-whimpered when his cock sprung from the confines of his jeans.
He moaned when I touched the tip with my tongue. I looked up as I continued to swirl around him. “Catarina…” he said, his voice straining.
If he said anything else, I didn’t hear him. I was just as lost in my desire to make him lose himself too.
“Jesus,” he groaned, holding the sides of my head as he came in my mouth. “Come here.” He pulled me to my feet and held me close to him. He put his fingers on my chin and brought his lips to my neck. “My turn,” he murmured, licking a trail to right below my ear.
When chill bumps covered my body, he wrapped me tighter in his arms, laughing that we were both naked but for the shirt that covered the top half of him.
When I reached for my top, he took it from my hand and helped me put it back over my head then handed me my panties. At the same time he pulled on his pants, I heard a cell phone.
“Not mine,” he said when my eyes met his.
I rushed over and pulled mine out of my bag. It wasn’t a number I recognized, but it had to be either my dad or Brand calling. “Excuse me,” I muttered, rushing out the door to the terrazza. “Brand?” I whispered.
“Hello, passerotta.”
“Thank God,” I muttered, looking over my shoulder to make sure Ben hadn’t followed me out. “Where are you? I’ve been so worried.”
“I’m here. Where are you?”
“At Valentini.”
“Yes, sweetheart, I’m aware. Where specifically?”
I told him I was at the farmhouse.
“I can’t stay long—”
“Wait. When you said here, you meant at Valentini?”
“You’re catching on.”
“I’ll be right there.”
I had no idea how I’d explain to Ben why I had to leave so abruptly. I couldn’t lie and say Pia needed me. What if he ran into her and asked?
“Everything okay?” he asked when I went inside.
“I’m sorry, but I need to cut our evening short. I, um, have some things I have to take care of.”
He walked over and cupped my cheek. “Anything I can help with?”
I took a step back. “No, but I appreciate the offer.” I put my phone in my bag and slung it over my shoulder.
“Oh, you mean you need to leave now? I thought we could at least finish dinner.”
I nodded and apologized again. “I’ll see you soon?” I said, heading for the door.
“You don’t need to walk. I’ll drive you up to the casina.”
“That isn’t necessary, really. Thanks. I’m fine walking.” I doubted Brand would show his face, but I didn’t want to risk it any more than him seeing Ben.
“Catarina?”
I was about to slip out the front door. “Yes?”