Secrets and Seduction Las Vegas (Sexy Italian Imports Book 1)

by Laura Breck

  “Are you ready, Valerie?”

  She smiled and whispered, “Your turn.” She spread her legs farther apart and lifted her arms to him. “Make me your woman, Antonio.”

  His eyes closed, his teeth clenched as if he was fighting for control. When he looked at her again, her heart jumped in her chest. His eyes burned, his nostrils flared. He moved, positioning himself over her, his arms straight, holding his chest above her. When his hard shaft brushed her thigh, she arched her hips and touched him with the quivering flesh between her legs. The sensation was electric.

  He stared into her eyes. “I want you, Valerie, more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life.” His brow wrinkled. “I need you to know that.”

  She touched her hands on his face. “You have no idea how much that means to me.” Her eyes teared up. God, how she loved this man. She put her hands on his powerful biceps, wrapped her hands around his arms, loving the tightly flexed muscles. Everything inside her told her this was her destiny.

  He inched his rigid manhood slowly, deliciously into her. “Tell me if it’s too much, sweet.”

  She looked into his eyes. “It’s perfect. More.”

  He complied, burying himself in her. “Baby.” He stared into her eyes. “Tell me what you want.”

  “Make love to me, Antonio.” Her heart caught in her throat, and she whispered, “Show me how much you desire me.”

  He groaned as he kissed her, his mouth hard, tantalizing. His hips moved slowly at first then, as she wrapped her legs around him, he moved faster. His tongue tangled with hers in the same rhythm his manhood slid in and out of her.

  She tilted her hips, pushed with her legs to urge him to enter more deeply, and ran her nails down his back.

  He lifted his lips from hers, and his face hardened, incredibly masculine, sexy, his hair falling forward. And his eyes, blazing with passion, stared at her like he never wanted this to end.

  She would remember this moment forever. The perfect male, taking his woman for the first time. It was her absolute obsession, making love to this man for the rest of her life. It was all she wanted, the only thing she would ever need.

  His muscles stiffened, his eyes rolled upward and closed, he threw his head back and held his breath. With a dozen masterful strokes, he came inside her, calling her name softly, “Valerie, anima mia.” His movement stopped, but she knew he was still spinning. He collapsed next to her and pulled her into his arms.

  He lay breathing for a long time. Under her hand on his chest, his heart beat rapidly. Lying content in his arms, she glanced out the window at The Strip shining its billion lights back at her. That was how she felt, like every light bulb in the valley glowed within her.

  She’d heard him call her anima mia; my love. He’d said that to her once before, at the restaurant. It was sweet, but she didn’t take it seriously. Italians were known for their extravagant lovemaking, physically as well as emotionally. And oh heavens, was he good physically. But somehow, it became more for her. He made her fall for him. And that would be her secret. She smiled. She just got him back after ten days of hell without him. No sense scaring him away by declaring her feelings. She kissed his chest. “You are a god, Antonio.”

  He roused himself, opening his eyes. “Valerie, my sweet, I’ve never had such an intense climax. It was an out-of-body experience.”

  She looked into his eyes and saw confusion. “You don’t look very happy about it.”

  He smiled, pulled her closer. “Mmmm. I’m happy. Are you okay?”

  She laid her head on his chest. “More than okay. I’m deliriously happy.”

  He smiled. “Deliriously. Nice adjective.”

  “I keep forgetting you’re a writer. I always think of you as just a rich, eccentric biker.”

  “That’s my retirement portfolio.”

  “Really? I bet you could retire right now if you wanted.”

  “I’ve got enough in the bank to live off of if I decided not to write again.”

  “You love writing.”

  “I do.” He trailed his hand down her back, over her bottom, and back up again. “It’s the one constant in my life. The one thing that’s always there.”

  She hoped she would soon be another permanent fixture in his life. “What’s the best part of writing?”

  He grunted. “I guess it would be when the characters take over. They literally say and do things I hadn’t thought about.”

  “Interesting.” She played with the sleek skin on his chest. “Like they come to life in your subconscious?”

  “Yes, as long as that’s not a diagnosis that will get me locked away in an asylum for the rest of my life.”

  She laughed. “Absolutely not. I’ll never tell anyone.”

  “I knew I was crazy. I just needed a professional to put a name to it.”

  “We’ve just discovered a new psychosis. Chronic Character Mind Meld.”

  “Sounds like Star Trek.”

  “I love Star Trek. Ryan and I used to go to the Star Trek Experience every time I came home from school. Totally geeky.”

  “You are a little geeky. I noticed that right away.”

  “Hey!” She pinched him lightly on the skin over his ribs.

  “Ouch, vixen.” He rolled over, pinning her under him. “You’re in the mood to play rough?”

  She smiled seductively. “I think I would like that.” She wiggled her hips.

  “Baby. You make me so hard.”

  She felt him against her thigh, hard again so soon. And she was outrageously pleased.

  He spread her legs with his thighs and slowly entered her, filling her completely, shaking her to the core.

  He took her slowly, tenderly. His fingers touched the tiny pearl of pleasure between her legs, and she climaxed before him then again, exactly at the same moment he did. It was magical. Exhausting.

  They both slept for an hour, and when she woke and rolled out of bed to go to the bathroom, his sleep-gravelly voice said, “La donna più bella che ho visto mai.”

  Standing completely naked in front of him, she felt her cheeks redden, but her heart swelled with joy at his words. “Thank you, Antonio, you make me feel beautiful.”

  She went into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. The most beautiful woman he’d ever seen? Valerie wasn’t certain that was true, but she felt that way when Antonio looked at her.

  He came in, stood behind her, and wrapped his arms around her waist. He kissed the top of her head, and their eyes met in the mirror. “Are you okay, Valerie?”

  She snuggled back against him and fit her arms over his. “Perfect.”

  He tasted her neck. “Hickey?” He sucked gently.

  “I’ve never gotten one, but maybe someplace less noticeable?” She smiled at his surprise.

  “I’ll be getting excited thinking of the perfect place.” He hardened against her backside.

  She wiggled in his arms, and her butt teased his shaft.

  “C’e l’hai un bel culo.”

  “You have a nice tush, too.” She turned in his arms, ran her hands around his waist, and boldly put them on his bottom.

  He did the same to her, pressing his erection into her belly.

  “Let me please you, Antonio.”

  His eyes darkened, filled with desire.

  She slid to her knees and took him in her hands then smiled up at him. “Tell me what you like.”

  Chapter Twenty

  Valerie touched her lips to Antonio’s shaft, felt him shudder. Using her tongue, she tasted every inch, cupped his sack then licked there, too. When his body vibrated, she knew she was doing something right.

  She took him in her mouth, twirling her tongue over the top, using her hands to simulate the motion of him making love to her. The pointers from the HBO oral sex special ran through her mind. She’d recorded it and watched it three times after meeting Antonio, hoping to use the technique on him.

  She increased the suction, the motion, the speed. He was big, so
her jaw got a workout. He tensed, and she used one hand to touch his sack. When her phone rang, she stopped for just a second.

  “No, non smettere.”

  She felt powerful, controlling this amazing man, having sexual command over him. Minutes later, sensing he was ready, she increased the speed. She heard him cry out, felt his hot semen shoot into her mouth, down her throat. It was incredible, hot, powerful. And so much.

  She watched his face. Her gorgeous hunk, gritting his teeth with the pleasure, his body shaking. Looking down at her, he touched his hands to her head, softly caressing.

  “That was incredible. It was perfect.”

  She smiled then saw a drop on the tip and licked it off.

  “Oh, God!” He pulled her up into his arms, ran his hands over her back. “You are poison.”

  “You like poison?”

  “I love it.” He stopped, looked at her face. Tension stiffened his body.

  Did he say more than he meant to? Or, wait, did he love her…?

  He changed the subject. “Shower?”

  She nodded and started the water running in the glass shower.

  He pulled her in with him, and they enjoyed exploring and touching, soaping, rinsing, kissing. When they stepped out, she put on her white spa robe and handed him a towel, which he wrapped around his hips.

  She slowly appraised his body; his narrow hips in the snowy white terrycloth made his broad chest and shoulders seem more tanned by contrast. His hair had grown longer than when they first met, and it touched his shoulders. Beads of water ran down his skin.

  He chuckled. “Are you still with me?”

  She bit her lower lip, smiled wickedly. “I was just thinking how sexy you are.”

  He strode over to her, his eyes full of promise. “Woman, you can have me all night. But I need sustenance. Feed me first then I’ll be your slave.”

  “I’m going to hold you to that, caro.”

  He put his arm around her shoulder, and they headed downstairs.

  “I have some leftovers that I’ll heat up.”

  “Mmmm.”

  “It’s from a restaurant, not one of my crazy recipes.”

  “Your recipes are fabulous. I’ve not ended up in the hospital once.”

  She swatted his chest then noticed the bruise she gave him when she pinched him earlier.

  “Antonio, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to pinch you that hard.” She rubbed the bruise.

  He touched it with his finger. “It’s not too bad. Makeup should cover it…”

  She laughed then saw the cornered look on his face. “What do you mean ‘makeup’?”

  His eyes shifted around the room.

  “Antonio?” Why did he need to cover it? What was he hiding? She put her hand on his chest. “Will you talk to me—”

  “Feed me, woman.” He backed up a step. “Then you can interrogate me.”

  His angry tone jolted her. She took a breath and let it go then walked across the kitchen. No use pressing the issue. She opened the fridge, took out a few glass bowls full of food. “Would you like something to drink?”

  “Gin and tonic sounds good.” He padded up behind her. “How about you?”

  “Sounds perfect. Would you, please?”

  “Sure.”

  “The tonic is in the fridge, on the door. The gin is in the freezer.”

  “You’re organized.”

  “Just picky. I like the taste of cold gin.”

  He kissed her neck. “I like the taste of you.”

  She smiled back at him. “You taste good, too.”

  He groaned and pressed his erection into her bottom. “You make me horny.”

  She jabbed her elbow gently into his stomach. “Food first, remember?”

  He groaned in mock pain, holding his stomach. “You’re good at the rough stuff.”

  “We’ll find out later.”

  He laughed and opened the freezer to get the gin. “What the hell?” He held up a large Ziploc bag of fish fillets with the name Troy written on it in black marker.

  “Oh. Um.” Was he upset? “I forgot about that.”

  “So…” He held the bag out toward her, his eyes wide. “You didn’t actually break up with Troy, did you? You filleted him and put his remains in your freezer.”

  “What?” She laughed so hard she snorted a couple times.

  Laughing, he dug through the rest of her freezer. “Any others in here?” he teased. “All your ex-boyfriends?”

  “Stop!” She laughed, holding her stomach.

  “Is there a bag somewhere waiting for me?”

  “Nope. I like you alive.” She caught her breath.

  “Thanks, I think. I’d be too afraid to ever break up with you.”

  “Good. The basis of a healthy relationship. Fear.” She spooned leftovers onto plates and microwaved them.

  He sat at the counter and picked up a hand carved wooden figure of a chef she’d purchased in Italy. “You’ve got a lot of decorating stuff.”

  She looked at him sideways. “And you have none at your place.”

  “I’ll take that as an offer to help me decorate?”

  She made a sour face. “Unfortunately, I have no taste whatsoever.”

  “Your house is great.”

  “Not my doing. Jules is my decorator. I’m sure she’d love to get a hold of your place. I’ll bring her over some day.”

  He looked out the window. “I’ll think about it.”

  She noticed how closed he quickly became. “Is something wrong?”

  He looked around the kitchen.

  She waited. Would he open up, let her in?

  He looked at her. “The phone call that you missed earlier, when we were upstairs? I’m guessing it’s one of your dates.”

  “Probably. Jules gave her friend my number.”

  “Will you tell him you’re not interested?” His gaze seemed deadly serious.

  “Yes. I plan to.”

  “Jules’ cousin?”

  “Him, too.”

  “And the golf date?”

  “I’ll cancel it tomorrow.” She walked over to him, touched his arm. “Antonio, when I said yes to you today, that was my commitment to you. I’m yours exclusively for as long as you can tolerate me.”

  He stared at her, looking uncertain. Then a crooked smile curved his lips. “I have to warn you, I can endure a lot.”

  Her breath caught. How wonderfully sweet. His way of telling her he was thinking long term, too. “I’m glad, because I’ve been hoping we could try some of this ‘rough stuff’ you’ve been talking about.”

  “Baby. What you do to me.” He put his hands on each side of her face and dove in for a soul-searing kiss.

  They ate, standing in the kitchen. Then he picked her up in his arms and carried her upstairs. She wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him.

  ****

  Valerie woke in Antonio’s arms, her leg casually thrown across his, her hand resting low on his stomach.

  The sheet and most of the pillows had slid to the floor. He’d been surprised last night when she’d peeled back the tan bedspread to reveal red satin sheets and pillowcases. She’d had a few other surprises for him, too.

  Through her window, she watched the sun poke up over the mountains on the other side of the valley. She yawned, stretched lightly so she didn’t wake him, and lifted her head to look at his face.

  He smiled at her, his eyes half open. “Good morning.” His voice was gravelly.

  She smiled. “Good morning. How long have you been awake?”

  “Not long. I was watching you sleep. You are an angel.”

  “Mmmm.” She snuggled closer and closed her eyes. “You called me a devil last night.”

  “When you’re asleep, you’re an angel.”

  She laughed. “Which do you prefer?” She moved her hand lower, felt his arousal.

  “Right now…” He groaned and rolled to his side facing her. “I’d like a little bit of your bad side.”
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br />   She looked at his eyes, the fire behind them promising slow, steamy passion. Stroking him, she shivered with pleasure at the hot, silky skin tight over his rock-hard shaft. He would make her lose herself again.

  “I can’t get enough of you.” He traced her breast with his fingertips. “I want you constantly.”

  “Last night—it was amazing. I didn’t know we could be so…hungry.”

  He laughed quietly. “It’s great, baby. We have chemistry.” He pulled her tight to him, rolled onto his back.

  She knew what he wanted. Kissing him gently, she spread her legs, positioned her knees on each side of his hips, and sat up. He had showed her how to make love this way sometime around midnight. Now she wanted to prove what a good student she was.

  She put her hands on his chest, lifted herself slowly, feeling his rod at her wet, swollen lips. “What do you want, Antonio?” She made her voice low and seductive.

  “Take it, woman. Every inch.” His eyes burned like hot coals.

  Under her hands, his body vibrated. She waited a second then dropped down onto him, crying out at the extreme pleasure of being completely filled by him. Her womb contracted. She rode him, slowly at first, but within minutes she circled her hips, the strokes faster, more urgent.

  He touched her breasts softly, her hard peaks loving his attention. She covered his hands with hers, looked at his hooded eyes.

  “Come for me, baby.” His voice was husky, rough with desire.

  She arched her back and put her hands behind her on his knees.

  He touched his thumb to her wet muff, found her clit, and rubbed.

  “Now, Valerie.”

  He tensed, on the edge. She rode him feverishly. Soft cries forced themselves from her throat. She exploded, heard him curse in Italian. Her mind flew, spinning, her body shaking fiercely. He drove into her, releasing with a moan. He grabbed her hips, held her down on him, burying himself in her as the orgasm continued.

  She collapsed onto his chest. “Antonio. I’m breathless.”

  He kissed the top of her head, pulled her hair from her face, slowly traced her shoulder, her arm. After a few minutes he said, “Stay home today.”

  She sighed. Why did reality have to intrude? She kissed him then rolled off and picked up her cell phone from the nightstand. Her calendar was full. “I have a busy day today.”