Page 96 of Chasing Caine
“Let me help with that.” I slid her legs off me and crawled along the couch.
But she pushed me away, laughing. “No way, this is my filling!”
I swiped at the corner of her mouth and smeared it on my bottom lip. “Then come and get it.”
“Ooh, you’re in trouble now!” She dropped her food onto the bag and tackled me.
“Looks like you didn’t need the coffee.”
She sucked the filling off my mouth, licking her lips as she separated from me. “It was the rosemary and mint shampoo. Once I woke up enough to remember how excited I was to go see Umberto’s girlfriend again, Ireallywoke up.”
My heart lurched.Distract her.“Oh, no you don’t.” Before she was a foot away from me, I grabbed her, spinning us so she was underneath me on the couch. “You’re mine this morning.”
Her eyebrows flew up, but before she could protest, my mouth was on hers. Teasing out the moans. Her legs spread to grant my hips access, pulling me closer with the bad ankle wrapped around my back. “Maybe a quickie before we go.”
“When have I ever been fast at anything, bella?”
She groaned, arching her back as I undid the tie on her bathrobe. “They open at ten. You’ve got thirty minutes. If we get in before any crowd, we should have more time to talk to Eva.”
“Océane isn’t behind this. You don’t need to talk to Eva to find that out.” My lips trailed down her neck, nudging one side of the bathrobe aside to take a nipple in my mouth.
“You’re probably right—” She whimpered when I reached the hollow of her hip. “—but we should still go.”
I dragged my tongue along the inside of her thigh, and she grabbed a throw pillow from behind her, clenching it in her fists. Pausing, I said, “I have barely twenty-four hours to finish making love to you properly.”
“What time’s checkout?”
“I’m paying for another night.”
She covered her face with the pillow when I blew lightly on the sensitive spot where her inner thigh met her sex. “We can’t stay here forever. We have to go back to the villa before I leave, anyway.”
I blew across her skin again and her hips lifted toward my mouth. “Mario can pack your things and bring them to town.”
She dropped her hips and laughed, lifting the pillow. “Please tell me that was a joke. I don’t want him packing my underwear.”
“Oh, bella.” I stood and crossed to my overnight bag, retrieving some condoms to drop on the table by the sofa.
She propped herself up on her elbows, eyes widening. “That’s going to take a while to go through.”
“Exactly my plan. We can stay here all day, order room service, then go to the villa in the morning before you have to leave.”
“If I have to,” she sighed, rolling her eyes before grabbing the hem of my bathrobe.
“Here, hold this.” I snatched the pillow she’d released and plopped it over her face. “You’re going to need it.”
This was perhaps not one of my smarter ideas. Samantha craved action, movement, exploration. And not just in bed. Nor in one hotel room. Keeping her away from the gallery might be more difficult than expected.
But what else could I do? Tell her about the threat? No, that would convince her she was getting close, encouraging her to take more risks. Instead of keeping her away from Riccardo Emanuele and Eva Zabelle, it would draw her closer. More excited.
And then what? If there had been any doubt about the man who’d threatened Samantha the night before, Cristian erased it all.Take this seriously, he’d said. Cristian was not someone who gave warnings lightly.
But how many secrets did I have to keep from her? One lie in Brenton had snowballed into a deception that had torn us apart. Honesty and trust were paramount to her.
I could do it, because it might save her life. Whether she knew it or not.
The pillow hit me in the chest. “Is that what I was going to need it for?”
I grinned at her, pushing it back down on the sofa above her head. “Oh, bella, you are going to pay dearly for that.”