Dario led the way to the loft, his hand tight around Irena’s. With every step he climbed, he gazed over his shoulder. She claimed she hadn’t made love in fourteen years. Why had she waited all this time to leave her husband? Or had she left him? Dario couldn’t wait to show her how good it could be, with the right person. He remembered her sparkling eyes and the mysterious smile lingering on her lips from the last time they had sex. Hell, that felt like a millennium ago. She was hungry for his attention.
“Welcome to my bedroom.” He cringed at the messy sight. “My alarm didn’t go off this morning, I had to rush.” The only time the king size mattress appeared tidy, was when he placed a fresh set of sheets on it. He dimmed the light on the nightstand and straightened the yellow cover, then put away his dumbbells he’d left carelessly in the middle of the floor, and was about to return the balance ball to its spot in the corner, but she tugged on his arm.
“Looks okay to me.” She drew closer to him, a shy smile stretching her lips. She glanced at the bed. “We’re going to mess it up again.” Her sultry whisper sent pleasant vibes through him and he kicked the ball away. She swayed her hips against his pelvis, teasing him. Her eyes smoldered with lust. “So, was that guy right about you breaking young girls’ hearts?”
“Ah, don’t believe my neighbor.” Damn Stan. Dario clenched his jaw. “I’ve dated on and off over the years, mostly off.”
“It’s all right, I didn’t expect you to stay celibate.” She closed what little distance remained between them. Her arms encircled his waist. He felt her hands explore the muscles of his back. “Anyone I know?”
Though her question carried a teasing tone, he gave a slow nod, afraid how she’d take what he was about to reveal. “No one serious for years. Then briefly Ana.”
Her sudden silence worried him so he continued, “She pursued me after I made my small fortune. Before that she couldn’t spare me a glance…” He tightened his hold on Irena’s hips. Her eyes seemed to lose the fire, and curiosity flashed in them, searching his face for an explanation. “I fit her bill for a wealthy man, but enough about her.”
Irena pulled back, pursing her lips as she huffed out a breath. “Ana always wanted everything I had. Her fascination to look like me was creepy. She kept telling me how you’ll hurt me and urged me to dump you.” Irena lowered her head. “I almost caved once. Though when the parting time came, it would be easier on both of us, but couldn’t let you go. Not really.” She tapped her fingers on her chest. “Not in here.”
He muffled Irena’s further words by planting his lips on hers, coaxing them apart. Their tongues met in a slow dance. Fuzziness spread through him, settling in his groin.
Irena’s hands caressed his body through the thin cotton of his shirt. His desire hardened against her thigh. The thought of entering her core made his heart pump faster. No other woman made him feel this way.
“I missed you,” she whispered, her lips moving against his.
He slipped his hand under her sweater and brushed her soft, warm belly. She shivered and grabbed his wrist when he was about to pull his hand out. When his fingers wrapped around the button of her jeans, she helped him with the zipper then lowered the pants below her hips.
His fingers slipped inside the band of her panties, finding her moist enticed him to glide farther down, searching for the top of her folds. His thumb massaged her nub, while a finger moved inside her, first one, then two, filling her, stretching her.
With a whimper, she arched her pelvis, giving him greater access. “Faster, harder, baby.”
Her demanding whisper caused him to stop. So love-starved, she’d shatter before he got her naked. She had the same effect on him, his body shook with desire, every nerve alive and vibrating.
With a head shake, she raised a questioning brow. “Why did you stop?”
Wrapping his hand around her slender neck, he tilted her head and licked the exposed skin. He reached for the hem of her sweater and pulled the wool garment over her head. “Let me see you.”
She stepped out of her crumpled jeans and tucked her thumbs inside her panties, ready to slide the lace down her slender thighs. He cupped her buttocks and she shimmied, working her underwear to her ankles. When she kicked her leg, he grabbed the purple garment and pressed her soaked thong to his nose. Her citrusy perfume mingled with the smell of her natural essence and sent another rush of ecstasy to his groin.
He let out a long grunt.
Instinct drove him to explore all of her, to increase her pleasure. To give her what her husband never had.
His hands dropped to his sides as she unbuttoned his shirt and peeled the cotton off his shoulders. She glided her hands over his skin. “My, you have grown.”
He reached for her boobs still shielded behind the silky brazier, but it was her muscular frame that caught his attention. “So have you.”
“Here, have a better view.” She flipped her hair and puffed her chest, reaching her arms behind her back to undo the clasps of her bra. She pulled the straps down, her full tits just inches from him. He cupped them in his hands, flicked his thumbs over her nipples, making the pink buds stand to attention. She winced and flashed him a glance, her fingers busy with the fly of his pants.
Her tight muscles flexed with each move. “Let’s make it fair and free you of your jeans.”
“By all means.” He helped her with the removal of his pants.