He turned the cart to the left, weaving around a cluster of oak trees. “You have no idea how much restraint I’ve exercised these last few weeks.”
“Oh really?” I wrapped my arm around his and clung to him as the cart bounced over the uneven ground. “Tell me.”
“Every time you walked into a room, it was all I could do not to grab you and fuck you blind.”
“Mm.” I leaned into him and slipped one hand beneath his open jacket, then trailed my fingers down the hard plane of his chest, over the belt at his waistband, and skimmed his semihard erection between his legs. “It’s been a while since you fucked me blind. I like the sound of that.”
“Cazzo.” He pushed harder on the gas to make the cart move faster and dropped one hand to my knee, tracing his fingers along the butterfly pattern on the inside of my thigh. “Keep talking like that and we won’t make it to the honeymoon suite.”
I laughed as the headlights of the cart bounced over the dirt path, belatedly realizing it was taking us a lot longer than it should to get back to the cottage. “What honeymoon suite?”
“This honeymoon suite.” He pulled off the path and slowed the cart as we moved under an archway made out of vines, then drove between two tall trees. Ahead, I spotted a glow through the forest, growing brighter.
He stopped the cart near what looked like some kind of white tent, illuminated by lights from the other side of the walls, turned off the ignition, and climbed out.
Coming around to my side, he took my hand and helped me down, then kissed me quickly, and stepped back, pulling me toward him with that mischievous smile I’d grown to love. “I have one more surprise for you, Mrs. Salvatici.”
It was the first time he’d called me that since I’d awoken on his island. Then, it had ignited a firestorm of anger inside me. Now, it melted me like candle wax and made me ache to feel him everywhere. “What kind of surprise?”
“The good kind. Come on.”
He led me around the side of the tent, and when we rounded the corner and I spotted what he’d done, my mouth dropped open in absolute shock.
“Like it?” he asked next to me.
I lifted my hand to my mouth, completely awed.
It was indeed a tent, but a huge tent, decked out with a wood floor, a king-sized bed and tufted red headboard, and mounds of pillows. Candles were lit everywhere—on tables on both sides of the bed, in clusters around the edge of the tent, down the steps leading to the small pathway—casting a warm, romantic glow over the entire space, and bouquets of fresh flowers filled the air with scents of lavender and citrus and roses. There was even a chandelier hanging from the peak of the tent’s ceiling above the bed, sending cascading twinkle light all over the white comforter and linens.
“When did you do this?” I asked. “How did you have time?”
“Marco and his staff helped me. I wanted to give you something special for our first night. Not the same place where we’ve argued and fought the last few days, and where I was sure you hated me.”
Tears filled my eyes. Tears I couldn’t hold back. I turned to him, pressed my face against his chest, and drew in the familiar, calming scent of him that I could never get enough of.
“I would have been perfectly happy in the place where we’ve argued and fought the last few days because it was where I realized you were still mine. I love that cottage. But I love this more,” I whispered, clutching him tightly. “And I love you most of all. So much more than I ever thought I could.”
He framed my face and pressed his lips to mine. “Not nearly as much as I love you, angioletto. Not even close.”
He lifted me into his arms, and as he kissed me and carried me into the tent, stopping only to loosen the ties so the door flaps fell closed behind us, I felt as if I were floating.
“Promise me you’ll remember how much I love you, vita mia,” he whispered as he lowered me to the bed.
When I nodded and reached for him, pushing the jacket to slide down his shoulders, a fervor of heat and need filled his eyes. “Good. Because I’m so hot for you right now, I’m about to fuck you like I don’t.”
I shivered and reached for him, desperate for that and so much more. “Yes,” I whispered, brushing my lips against his. “Yes, yes, oh absolutely yes.”
His tongue swept into my mouth. He wasn’t gentle. He kissed me like a man starved, taking control of the kiss and every bit of my passion. And I let him have it. I let him have everything because this was the Luc I had been craving. The one who could set my body aflame with one heated look and drive me straight to the edge of an orgasm with one rough, whispered command.
He drew back from my mouth, pushed up so he was standing next to the bed, and reached for the buckle of his belt, all the while watching me with those smoldering eyes. “Come here, angioletto. To the edge of the bed. I need to feel that sinful tongue on me.”
My mouth watered. Pushing up to sitting, I scooted forward and licked my lips, anxious to taste him and please him and give him whatever he wanted.
His belt slipped free, and my heart raced as he popped the button at his waistband and slid the zipper down. Anticipation curled hot and needy inside me as he reached into his pants and finally drew out his magnificent cock, already hard and thick and begging for me.
He slid a hand into my hair, drawing me toward him. “Succhiami.”
His heat swirled around me, sending a rush of need through my entire body. I extended my tongue and ran the tip under the swollen head, shivering at the way he groaned in response, then did it again. He answered by angling his hips forward, searching for more, digging his fingertips into the back of my head to draw me closer. And, unable to resist, I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around his wide, pulsing shaft, sucking him deep until he hit the back of my throat.
He groaned in pure ecstasy, pulled back so I could breathe, then drove in deep again, breaching my throat. I braced my hands on his hips for stability, relaxed my gag reflex, and looked up at him, holding his smoldering gaze each time he thrust hard, using me for his pleasure.
His eyes were locked on mine, his gaze riveted on what I was doing, and the flush to his cheeks, the way a vein pulsed in his throat, the gentleness with which he held my head in his big hand made me feel powerful, wanted, always and forever his.
“Cazzo,” he muttered, “you drive me wild when you look at me like that.”
He thrust deep, making my eyes water. I swallowed around his length and felt him grow even bigger and harder against my tongue.
“I want to come in your mouth,” he groaned. “But I want to feel you come around me more.”
He pulled free of my lips, gripped me at my upper arms, and pulled me to my feet. His mouth closed over mine in a hot, possessive kiss, then he released me and turned me to face the bed.
“I need you naked.” His fingers made quick work of my zipper, sliding it straight down my spine. Stepping into me, he pressed the hard length of his erection against my ass and gently bit down on the curve of my neck. “I’m going to taste you everywhere.”
I shivered and helped push the dress down my body so it pooled at my feet. He groaned when he saw I was already naked beneath, and nudged me forward. “Kneel on the bed, angioletto, and spread your legs. Every inch of this body is mine tonight.”