“Oh yeah,” she mumbled, removing the last remnant of her clothing. He followed her into the shower and shut the door. “It feels so good,” she moaned. Her wet skin had pebbled when he’d carried her swiftly through the air-conditioned house. The heat felt decadent on her overly sensitive skin. He stepped closer to her, chafing her arms. Emma went still at the sensation of the smooth, hard head of his penis against her belly. She looked up at him slowly. He was watching her, his gaze smoldering.

“Warm enough?” he murmured, still chafing her arms.

She nodded.

“Good,” he said, his head lowering. He brushed his wet, firm lips against hers. “Your mouth is killing me,” he said as he nibbled at her lips. “I’m going to have it now.”

The sexual heat haze that had cocooned her popped. She stiffened. “I’m . . . I’m not very good at it,” she said against his plucking lips.

He raised his head and looked down at her.

“Who says?”

“Me,” she said honestly. Colin had never complained. It was just that Emma didn’t like giving him oral sex. She found it uncomfortable and trying and . . . frustrating.

He frowned and reached to turn off the shower. He opened the door and steam billowed out.

“You’re anxious again,” he said, pulling her behind him into the palatial bathroom. He picked up a cushy white towel from a nearby rack and unrolled it.

“I can’t help it,” she said, a hint of misery in her tone. She hated to disappoint him, but—

He palmed her jaw and tilted her face up, halting her in midsentence. “I know. It’s okay,” he said simply. Her mouth sagged open. “You just haven’t been introduced to it properly.”

“There’s a proper . . . introduction?” she asked awkwardly. He opened the enormous towel and started to dry her briskly.

“I suspect there is,” he said wryly, chafing her back and ass with the towel.

“You mean you don’t know?”

He bent his neck and pressed his forehead against hers. “We’ll just play around a little bit. Nothing serious. Like we did with the desserts?” he reminded her gruffly.

“Oh,” she said, a little amazed. And excited. “Okay.”

She saw the glint in his eyes before he looked down to dry himself off hastily.

“It’s like I told you before. I’m just making this up as I go along, Emma.”

“How to be with a novice, you mean?”

“No,” he said, taking her hand and leading her out of the bathroom. “How to be with you.”

Chapter 26

They approached the great bed, where he dropped her hand and threw back the comforter and sheets and tossed aside a couple of decorative pillows. “Get in,” he said, nodding at the bed. She clambered onto the mattress, sighing when he pulled the sheet and cover over her. It was a soft, cozy cocoon, but—

“Why aren’t you getting in?” she asked him, propping herself up on a pillow with her elbow.

“I’m thinking,” he said, looking distracted. “Do you mind telling me precisely what you didn’t care for?”

She gave him a blank look.

“With oral sex?” he prompted.

“Oh,” she said, her cheeks heating. “Well, you know, it’s just . . .”

“What?” Vanni demanded when she faded off. Her gaze flicked over him. It was very difficult having this conversation with him naked. His beautiful body made things difficult. His erection was like some kind of neon sign flashing, blinding her, one that he didn’t even seem to notice. She swallowed and looked away.

“I didn’t hate it or anything, Vanni. I’m just no expert. And . . . it seems nicer for men than women, that’s all,” she mumbled. “I mean, that’s what I used to think.”

“You don’t anymore?” he asked, taking a step toward her. She found herself staring at his cock again. It was only inches away from her face.

“No,” she whispered. “I want to touch you very much. I want to please you, like you did me in that dressing room.”

“You’re not interested in figuring out a sure way to make that happen?” he asked, and she heard the humor in his voice. She looked up into his face and smiled.

“Of course I am. I’m just not sure how.”

“You’re not going to fail. Trust me. Right now, for instance, your eyes are doing a damn good job of turning me on . . . as usual.”

She quirked her brows in confusion.

“Never mind,” he mumbled. “Just touch me.”

Her hand was already on the way. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft of his cock. He was heavy and hard and warm. She felt the subtle pulse of his heartbeat in the veins. His sharp inhale at her touch pleased her very much. She skimmed her hand upward over the defined rim beneath the crown, biting her lip in arousal at the sensation of the smooth skin covering dense flesh. Made bolder by her excitement, she ran her fist from balls to tip several times, holding up the shaft slightly so that she could stare at the virile vision of his round, heavy testicles. Her mouth watered.

“You’re so beautifully shaped,” she observed distractedly, running her hand up and down the shaft again. The crown especially excited her, smooth and defined, like the fat, tapered cap of a mushroom. “So hard.” She flicked her fingers against the rim with extra force and heard him grunt softly. Before she could second-guess herself, she gave in to desire and leaned forward, inserting the large head between her lips. It excited her, how dense his flesh was, how warm, and yet the skin was velvety soft. She pushed slightly with her head and felt him parting her lips wide.

“Enough,” he said roughly, and he stepped away. One second, she’d had the hard pressure straining against her lips, and the next it was gone, leaving her a little bereft . . . hungry.

She watched him in profile as he opened the bedside table, his cock jutting out between his strong thighs. Her eyes widened when he extracted the arch-shaped vibrator and remote control.

“I’m just going to slip this inside you while I get something,” he said. “Do you need lubrication?”

Emma cleared her throat and averted her gaze. “I don’t think so,” she admitted. Things felt very warm and tingly at her sex. She’d practically melted into hot goo when she’d been sitting in his lap while he played with her breasts beneath a hot sun. That much arousal wasn’t so easily rinsed away. Besides, she’d felt that familiar tickle and rush of heat with his fat cockhead pressed between her lips right now.

She saw his small smile as he turned to flip back the sheet. “I’ve told you, that’s a good thing. There’s no reason to be embarrassed.”

“I know. I’m not,” she insisted. His eyebrows arched expectantly.

“You know what to do,” he prompted, his low voice making the prickling sensation at her clit amplify. “Anytime you see this in my hand, just open your thighs.”

Licking her lip anxiously, she lay back on the bed and did what he said.

“That’s right,” he said, placing one knee on the mattress. He put the tip of his finger at her entrance, his jaw going hard. “You’re right. You don’t need anything. You’re nice and warm and wet,” he said gruffly. She bit her lip as he slid one side of the arch into her channel. She whimpered when he found her clit with his thumb, rubbing it once in a hard, tight circle, before he placed the other end of the arch on top of it.

He stood again, flipping the covers over her. “I’ll be right back,” he told her before he punched a button on the remote control. Emma started slightly as the vibrator buzzed to life, stimulating her. She stared covetously at the rear view of Vanni as he stalked out of the room to the walk-in closet, utterly insouciant and confident in his nudity.

He disappeared behind the door. She thought about what he wanted her to do. Her anxieties were free to surface. She recalled hiding in that armoire and hearing the subdued yet lewd sounds of Astrid giving him what sounded like strenuous, enthusiastic oral sex. She’d sounded quite expert.