Page 11 of Chasing Caine

“Perhaps I should start with your forehead…” He put a knee on the bed, then the other. It angled under his greater weight and he crept closer. “…and work my way down?”

“That sounds good.”

“Or…” Jesus, he was moving so slowly. “…start from the bottom?”

I swallowed hard, difficult with so little moisture in my mouth. When I headed toward him, he grinned and stopped, shaking his head.

“Make me a promise, bella.” He could have asked me to steal the Mona Lisa at that moment, and I likely would have agreed.

“Anything.”

As he reached me, I kneeled flush against him, our bodies touching—chests, legs, groins—sending a thousand jolts through me.

“If this is a dream, promise not to wake me.” He ran a hand through my hair, settling it behind my neck, and inhaled deeply. “I’ve always thought you smelled of Napoli. Like citrus on a summer breeze. The air could be playing tricks on me.”

“The air here smells more like olives.”

He frowned at me, and I laughed at his feigned irritation.

My arms wrapped around his back, tracing the shape of the muscles lining his spine. “Only if you promise not to wake me, either.”

Chapter 6

Antonio

Shetiltedherfaceup to mine, and I kissed her. Soft lips and eager tongue. Our mouths paused on each other as we moaned together and she pressed herself against me harder.

I broke from the kiss, unable to speak above a low rumble. “Where did we leave off?”

Her brows furrowed. “At the beach?” She smiled, easing into the moment, and lay back on the bed. Knees up, her hands slid along the sheets to her head. “I was here.”

Her body was long. Lean. A body worthy of being commemorated in marble. She clenched her thighs, rubbing them against each other, building my need for her heat.

My cock, full and ready, begged to show her how much she meant to me. “How would you feel if you traveled all this way and saw nothing beside this room?”

“Not going to happen. You promised me a tour of Pompeii.” Biting her lip, she sat up to grab me.

But I nudged her back down again. “You said you’d rather go with a friend than me.”

“Tomorrow.” She narrowed her eyes playfully. “Maybe we’ll be friends by then.”

I grinned and crawled to her feet. Picking one up, I kissed each of her toes. “So I must work hard at becoming your frien—”

A knock came at the door and my heart jumped. Samantha’s face snapped toward the noise, but I dragged my tongue up the side of her calf and her attention returned to me.

“Ignore it, bella.” I pressed kisses along her shin, up to her knee, doing my best to follow my own advice.

The knock came again, more insistent, accompanied by Mario’s voice. “Antonio?”

I held my lips against the base of her thigh, imagining my hands around Mario’s throat. Our moment was ruined. Again.

“Antonio, I need you out here.” The knock came harder.

Samantha was as tense as she normally was. “I think you should answer that.”

I crawled up her body, hovering over her as the knock came again. “Don’t go anywhere.”

“Hurry,” she said, a twinkle in her eye. “Your two hours are ticking down.”