Free Ripped by Sarah Morgan Page B

Better, because this time he was half-naked, too, and I finally had full access to his ripped body. His hand was hard on my back and I could feel the warmth of his palm pressing through my shirt, flattening me against him. God, he was strong. He had the body of a fighter. I knew. I’d seen plenty when I’d been to Rosie’s gym and I knew this man could have kept pace with all of them.
    After the almost intolerable build-up of the past few days I was desperate, but he kept it slow, torturing both of us with pleasure.
    I moaned as his mouth slid to my neck. ‘I hate to rush something so good, but I think I might need you to—’ The words died as my shirt slid to the floor. I hadn’t even felt him undo the buttons and he must have done it with one hand. I remembered what else he could do with his fingers and shivered in anticipation. He was smooth, skilled and in control whereas I just wanted to crawl all over him like a desperate puppy and lick his face. OK, not just his face. All of him.
    I slid my hands down his chest (oh, my God ), lingered over his hard abs and then moved to the snap of his jeans just as his hands parted my shirt.
    His eyes darkened, but there was a glimmer of amusement. ‘You’re wearing a bra.’
    ‘Of course.’ I stared up at him, deadpan. ‘I would never be seen in public without a bra, Your Honour.’
    He traced the line of fur with one finger. ‘I’m not a judge.’
    ‘Everyone’s a judge, especially where I’m concerned.’
    ‘In that case, I’m going to declare you guilty.’ His voice was husky and I found myself looking at his mouth. That wicked, sinful line of sensual torture. I didn’t care that he rarely used it to smile. I wanted him to use it for other things and I wanted him to do it right now. I was at the point of explosion.
    ‘If I’m guilty, then I’ll take whatever punishment I have coming, but just get on with it. I’m ready to pay the price for my sins.’
    ‘I like your festive bra, but it’s going to have to come off.’
    I didn’t even feel his hand move but the silky bra slithered to the floor after my shirt. For the second time in a week Nico had an uninterrupted view of my bare breasts. Just for a moment I felt shy, which was ridiculous when you thought about how we’d got to this point.
    Maybe it was because up until now it hadn’t mattered what he thought of me.
    I was totally hopeless at this unemotional sex thing.
    I tried to focus on the physical.
    ‘ Cristo , you have the most incredible breasts.’ His voice was raw and the look in his eyes removed shyness.
    ‘There are plenty of people who wouldn’t agree with you. Like most of the guests at the wedding.’
    ‘They all agreed with me, dolcezza . That was the problem.’ His mouth was on mine and he powered me back to the sofa. I fell backwards, off balance in every single way, but he caught me and lowered me carefully, like those couples you see doing a very sexy tango. God, he was strong. Then he came down on top of me like a conquering hero, his hand on my thigh.
    ‘I love your thigh-length boots,’ he breathed, ‘but they’re going to have to come off, too. I want you naked. In fact I want you . Now.’
    His words turned me on almost as much as the look in his eyes. All I could think of was him.
    Us.
    Together.
    His hands were on my boots and I was about to give him instructions because they were really awkward to remove, when he slid them off my legs. When I did it there was loads of tugging and swearing and falling over and yelling for Rosie. He managed to do it in one perfect movement. Same with my jeans. Not a man to let anything stand in his way.
    I swallowed. ‘So you’re obviously good at undressing women—’
    ‘Let’s just say in this case I’m motivated.’
    I was naked apart from the red thong trimmed with white fur and I decided it needed some explanation.
    ‘Rosie gave it to me for Christmas.’
    ‘You look like Santa’s sexy little helper.’ He slid a lazy