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Bending her right knee, he teased her opening with the tip of his penis that was already pooling with pre come liquid. When he sank into her tightness, he had to use every ounce of control not to flood her with his seed. He had never lost control before, but he was dangerously close to doing so now.

She was tight and gloriously wet, the walls of her vagina hugging him until he felt as if he was slowly coming apart at the seams.

He chanted something in Italian, his body covering hers. He tried to slow things down, but the control between them had snapped. With a tortured groan, he drove into her, taking her lips savagely as her slender body crested, the climax rushing through her until she was digging her fingers into his flesh.

His long lean body shuddered, and he realized that he couldn’t hold back anymore. It had to be now. With his mouth ravaging hers, he poured everything, watering the mouth of her womb. He came and came until he was weak, his heart slamming against his ribs.

He was finally able to move after a few minutes. But he only shifted enough to settle next to her, because he did not want to jostle her leg that was still healing. His hands were firmly and possessively around her waist as he kept her joined to him.

Her cheeks were damp with tears he had felt when his mouth was buried on hers. He kissed them tenderly. Her hands were curled on his chest, fingers tangled in the dense chest hairs. His mouth drifted from her cheek to the seams of her lips.

She stirred against him, drawing up her right leg until he was sinking deeper into her. It took only that to make him hard again. With a stifled groan, he moved inside her slowly, undulating his hips, cupping her bottom against his crotch.

The sex was slow and easy, his lips were exploring her sweet mouth leisurely. Not so easy was the heat they were generating. Her fingers clutched at his biceps, then traveled to his neckwhere she clung to his hair. She mirrored his movements, and he swallowed the small gasps deep inside his throat.

He did not want to tire her out, but he couldn’t get enough of her. She gripped him like a tight, wet fist, pulling him in deeper until he was lost inside her.

Her climax exploded, her body arching. He held her closer, his own orgasm very close. He eased out a little, but not for long. With a fevered groan, he plunged into her one last time and flooded her with his seed.

They clung to each other, their lips locked in a kiss that took on a wildness that was spiraling out of control. She was trembling in the aftermath, her body hot and feverish. She almost blurted out words of love, but managed to keep it locked inside her heart.

He finally ended the scorching kiss, one hand curving around her neck as he pushed her face into his chest, holding her protectively.

“Sleep.” He whispered gruffly.

With a sigh of capitulation and exhaustion, she drifted off. But he was still wide awake, still intimately joined to her. He was astounded at the lack of control he had exhibited. Nothing this profound had ever happened to him before, and he was puzzled and disturbed by it.

He cared about her deeply, that much was true. It had been that way since the beginning. Making love to her tonight had been a fait accompli. He had put off the inevitable by staying away from her.

But tonight, had proven that it had been a hopeless endeavor. He had paid lip service to the guests, while all the time, his mind had been on her. He had made his escape and told himself that he was just checking on her.

But he had come for this. He had come into her room to assuage his awful hunger for her. And now that he had, he wanted more. He would never get enough of her. But he was so conflicted.

She had lost her memory because of him. Making love to her tonight was a mistake, one that he was going to be making as long as she was here. He had complicated things.

She would leave at the end of it all and where would that leave them? He was Italian and she was American. He would never live anywhere else, and it was ridiculous to think that they could have a long-distance relationship. It would never work.

You could always ask her to stay. The voice taunted him, but he ignored it. He was not going to worry about it now. Another thing was worrying him. He had never made love without using the necessary protection before.

He was Giorgio Russo, and it had been drummed into his head enough times that he should be extremely careful. He couldn’t afford an unwanted pregnancy. But tonight, being careful had never entered his mind. The only thing he could think about was getting inside her.

Tilting his head down, he gazed at the woman buried on his chest, a tender smile touching his lips. Her glossy curls were highlighted by the light of the moon streaming through thedrapes. Her small hand was spread out on his chest. He shifted a little and she murmured in her sleep, moving closer to him.

Bending his head, he kissed her forehead, closing his eyes as he absorbed her scent. In a few minutes he succumbed to sleep, his arms wrapped securely around her waist.

*****

Alfredo hesitated at the doors that led to the guest suite, a frown touching his brow. He had been left to entertain the guests and had been as mystified as to his son’s whereabouts as the people inquiring about him. But he had asked one of the maids and she had told him that ‘Signor Giorgio’ was seen going upstairs.

He knew his son had done exactly what he had warned him against. He had seen the undercurrents between him and Juliana and knew that it would come to a head.

With a heavy sigh, he stepped back and made his way to his own suite. For the first time, his son had left the party before it ended.What was apparent to him was Giorgio’s strange behavior ever since the accident.

He was not averse to having Juliana as a daughter in law, far from it, but he knew nothing about the young woman.

Which needed to be addressed. His son was now involved with her and whether it was permanent or not, he had to find out if there were any skeletons in her closet. Once the press gets hold of the relationship, they would be digging into her life. He would not want any surprises.

Chapter 10