BoL02-The Italian Boss's Mistress by Lynne Graham

Author:Lynne Graham [Graham, Lynne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, General, Contemporary, Fiction
ISBN: 9781408930472
Google: y29-_rX342MC
Publisher: Mills & Boon
Published: 2010-11-30T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIX

ANDREO had taken a penthouse apartment for the remainder of his stay in London.

He opened the door on the vast impressive hall, linked his lean fingers with Pippa’s and walked her down to a bedroom as big as the entire ground floor of her home. She hovered in the centre of the carpet, suddenly desperately shy, realising that alcohol had blunted her inhibitions on the night of the party.

‘Every time I look at you, I want to take your clothes off,’ Andreo confided, shedding his tie and his jacket and tossing both aside with flattering enthusiasm.

She blushed to the roots of her hair. ‘I’m glad I didn’t know that at the meeting today. You seemed so distant.’

Andreo laughed huskily, strolling forward with easy assurance. ‘Now you know why…I have a very active imagination. All guys are the same, cara mia.’

He untied her wrap top, took it off and tugged her closer. She kicked off her shoes, felt her skirt give at the waist as he unzipped it. When she stepped out of the skirt, he flipped her round, clamped her to his all-male muscular frame and crushed her mouth with passionate hunger below his.

That first sensual onslaught blew her away. His tongue delved between her lips in an elemental imitation of a much more sexual possession. Clinging to him, she shivered in the circle of his strong arms like a leaf in a high wind.

‘I never knew I could feel like this…’ Pippa whispered helplessly.

His lean, strong face was taut with intent. His shirt hung unbuttoned and loose to reveal a bronzed wedge of hair-roughened chest. He tasted her swollen mouth again while he reached behind her to undo her bra. When he lifted his proud dark head to look at her, her hands whipped up to cover herself but he caught them in his and drew them down again.

‘I want to look at you,’ he told her boldly.

Never had she been so conscious of being naked as she was standing there in front of Andreo, her bare breasts crested by shamelessly swollen pink nipples. ‘Andreo…’

‘Dio mio…you’re even more exquisite than I remembered.’ He sank down on the side of the bed and pulled her down onto his thighs.

At the first touch of his expert fingers on the tender crests straining for his attention, she gasped, weak and quivering with wanting. He closed a hand to the silken explosion of curls at the back of her head and tipped her over one arm. The heat of his mouth hungrily engulfed the throbbing pink buds to tug on the sensitive peaks. His hand cupped and shaped her pouting breasts, rubbing and teasing the stiff crests. The tormenting pleasure of his knowing exploration made her back arch. She moaned her response and speared shaking fingers into his cropped black hair.

He lifted her up and brought her down on the bed. Standing over her, he ran down the zip on his well-cut trousers. She lay there watching him, slim hips shifting in a restive motion against the spread below her.

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