The Playboy's Fugitive Bride (22 page)

Nia might be too good for him, but she was unmistakably good
for
him.  He’d only known her for three days if he counted the day he met her, yet he was already feeling the effects of the changes her presence in his life was having on him.  There were a lot of beautiful single women at dinner tonight, yet he hadn’t lusted after any of them—not even a little.  But each time his eyes connected with Nia’s his heart stopped beating.

Being complimented for having a gorgeous woman on his arm was nothing new to Massimo, but he could never remember feeling the sense of pride and completeness he felt at knowing that the world knew Nia belonged to him.

“
Cara
,” he said, when she stopped in front of him.

“What are you doing here?”  She frowned up at him then pressed her palm against her stomach and closed her eyes on a sharp intake of air.

Ignoring her question, he placed his hand over hers then drew back quickly as a swift fire rushed through his gut.  “Are you not feeling well?”

“Not really.  Must be something I ate.”

“I’d agree with you if you’d actually eaten something.”  She’d hardly touched any of the four courses they’d been served at dinner.  Very unlike Nia, who so loved to eat.  “What’s wrong?”

She took a deep breath.  “I’ll be fine.  Just go on back to your meeting.”  She winced and pressed her stomach again.

“Oh, pussycat.”  Massimo placed his hands on her shoulders.  “Is it that time of the month for you?”

“That’s personal.”  Her eyelids crash-landed.

He placed a finger under her chin and forced her to meet his gaze.  “We’ll be lovers in a few days, Nia.  Nothing can be more personal than that.”

She tugged her chin free and took a step back from him.

“So, is it?”

“Yes.  I usually have a bit of discomfort in the beginning.  I’d like to leave early, if it wouldn’t cause problems for you.”

He searched her eyes.  She’d told him that she’d gone into town this morning to purchase tampons. 
Was she telling the truth or was it a cover for the real reason she needed to leave the safety of the mansion? 
She had her two million dollars, so she had no reason to remain in Granite Falls.  And tonight presented the perfect opportunity for her to make her escape while he was otherwise occupied.

“If you’re not feeling well, you should go home,” he said, deciding to indulge her since he knew a little tummy ache won’t get in the way of her plans.  She was a cunning little pussycat.

Her gaze shifted toward the door of the lounge as music, chatter, and laughter seeped from inside.  “I don’t want to jeopardize your chances for securing the contracts for Fonandt Energy.”

“You’re more important than anything else that’s going on in my life right now,
cara
.”  He drew her close and pressed her face into his chest.  She had no idea how true that was.  He hugged her tighter, bathing himself in her warmth and the exhilarating ginger scent of her hair.  He was so looking forward to making sweet slow love to her tonight, but if she had her period, he might have to wait to plant his heir inside her.  A couple weeks won’t matter that much.

Massimo glanced up when the door opened.

April stuck her head out.  “Mr. Andretti.  I was just about to go—”

“April.”  He quickly interrupted her, knowing what she was about to say.

“Is everything okay?” she asked, her gaze dropping to Nia in his arms.

“Nia isn’t feeling well.  She’ll be heading home early.”

“I can drive her, and stay with her until you get home,” she offered, stepping into the hallway and closing the door.

Nia struggled out of his embrace.  “That won’t be necessary, April.  Azi is home.  She’ll take care of me.”

“Yes,” Massimo said, liking that she’d referred to the mansion as home.  What she didn’t know was that it was Azi’s night off.   She was out at the movies with Erik’s housekeeper.  “Nia doesn’t need a babysitter.”

“But thanks for your offer,” Nia added, giving April a sweet smile.

April stared at him, waiting for his instructions.

“I’ll see Nia to the car.  Please give them her apologies,” he added, jutting his head toward the door.

“Will do, boss.  I hope you feel better soon, Nia.”

“Thanks, April, and it was really nice meeting you,” Nia said.

As he led Nia toward the front entrance of the building, Massimo pulled out his cell and speed-dialed his driver.  He collected her coat from the coatroom attendant, and by the time he guided her through the automatic glass doors, John was waiting in the courtyard.  He opened the door when he saw them approaching.

“I’ll be home as soon as the meeting is over,” Massimo said as he helped her into the back seat.

“Take your time.  I’m not going anywhere.”

Massimo smiled at her blatant lie.  He leaned into the limo and brushed his lips against hers, solely for the benefit of his driver and a couple men near the entrance who’d come outside for a smoke.  He’d announced their engagement last night, and she was wearing his ring tonight, so they’d better act as if they were in love, or at least in lust.  “I’ll see you at home,
cara
.”

He attempted to pull back when Nia threw her arms around his neck.  She pulled him close and his heart catapulted to his throat when she glued her warm, moist lips to his.

Nia’s passionate kiss was the last thing Massimo expected, but he wasn’t going to stop her.  He was a man on the edge who’d been without a woman for weeks.  So when her soft lips parted beneath his, he slid his tongue inside her mouth and gently probed the roof with the tip of his tongue.  When she sighed and opened wider, he twirled his tongue around hers, slowly and fervently.

As the surprise wore off and the heat built inside him, Massimo fought against his desire to increase the pace and show Nia just how intense his passion for her had grown over the past three days.  Most women welcomed his avaricious appetite in bed, but he held himself in check because he didn’t want to scare his inexperienced wife-to-be, especially since he had to convince her to marry him before the night was over.  But then again, it probably wasn’t a bad idea to give her a little initiative.

“Take a walk, John,” he commanded his driver before slamming the limo door, blocking out the world and the courtyard lights.  The windows were heavily tinted and the car was soundproof, so he didn’t have to worry about nosy passersby as he showed Nia just how fantastic making love with him could be.

He pushed her coat off and, wrapping his arms about her, Massimo slumped back against the seat and spread-eagled her atop him with her dress bunched up around her waist and her legs straddling his thighs.  Recalling an embarrassing situation where he’d had to walk back into a meeting with a wet crotch after a bathroom quickie, Massimo set Nia on the seat again.

“One second,” he said at the confusion in her eyes.  He hurriedly shrugged out of his jacket, unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly, and shucked his trousers halfway down his thighs.  He circled Nia’s waist, and lifting her up, he settled her on the hard ridge of his shaft.  He gathered the material of her dress and tucked it into the bottom of her bra, leaving her middle section bare for his viewing pleasure.

She pressed her hands against his chest, threw her head back, and began to slide back and forth on top of him.  “Make love to me, Massimo.  I want you.  I want you,” she whispered as a series of sharp gasps burst from her throat. 

The husky request was enough to drive Massimo crazy, but he held himself in control.

The soft ceiling lights allowed Massimo a wistful view of Nia’s taut flat belly, and the erotic place where their sexes were connected.  One deft swipe of the waistband of his briefs and one swift flip of her panty crotch and he’d be sheathed inside her tight hot flesh.

With a groan, his gaze came to feast on her hard nipples pushing against the thin material of her dress.  It was with great effort that he thwarted his desire to unzip her dress, release her luscious mounds from the constriction of her bra and suck them into his mouth.

When his name spilled from her lips, he shifted his gaze to her enchanting face.  Her eyes were closed and her long thick lashes were spread like black fins on her cheekbones.  Her rosy lips were parted and her little pink tongue darted nervously back and forth across them.  She was sex itself.

He caressed her silky legs, trailing his fingers higher and higher to the softer flesh of her thighs.  She whimpered as his eager hands climbed higher still, seeking out the rounded softness of her derrière.  He’d love to slip an exploratory finger inside her, but that was pushing it—pushing him.  Cupping her buttocks, he pulled her into him as he thrust upward. 

She bucked again and again as more ragged sighs erupted from deep inside her.

Powerless to resist the urge any longer, Massimo unzipped her dress and slid it off her shoulders and down her arms.  He reached inside her bra and cupped her naked breasts, kneading the swollen flesh in his palm and squeezing her smooth nipples until they turned to little pebbles between his fingers.

Massimo could not remember ever being this hard, ever experiencing the kind of heat that was now sizzling in his belly, the fire burning in his loins and swirling along his veins.  He was a volcano on the verge of eruption.  It took every ounce of control in his body not to grant Nia’s wish, spread her out on the seat and bury himself deep inside her virgin body.

But he didn’t want her first time to be in a limousine in front of the Fontaine Conference Center with his driver and strangers lurking outside.  Granted that this would be a very daring and erotic experience, but he wanted her first time to be special, in a place where he’d never made love to any other woman—in his bed at the Andretti mansion.

It dawned on Massimo that he too would be experiencing a first.  It would be the first time he would make love to a woman without wearing a condom.  The thought of the fusion of Nia’s and his naked flesh was enough to blow his mind, and his load. 

He reminded himself that this appetizing foreplay was not for him.  It was for Nia.  She had ordered it, and it was up to him to make certain she devoured every little morsel laid out before her—down to the explosive sexual release she’d soon have.

Massimo buried his mouth in the hollow of Nia’s neck and alternately began to lick her with his tongue, nip at her with his teeth, and graze her with his lips.  He pushed his hips upwards making sure that each thrust brought the solid ridge of his shaft into direct contact with the little knob of flesh that housed the core of her sexuality.

“Purr, Nia.  Purr for me.  Purr like the sultry little pussycat you are.”  He toyed with her breasts and nipples and mercilessly teased the sensitive skin of her neck until she locked her hands at the back of his neck and began to writhe deliriously against him, her heart pounding like a violent jungle drum against his palms.  

“Mass…imoooo…  Oh my God, I’m cooooming…”  Her knees clamped on to his hips in a painful grip as her body began to convulse like a ten-point Pacific earthquake.

“Yes, Nia, you most certainly are!”  He pulled his face from her neck and placed his mouth over hers, not a moment too soon.  Her body tensed tight as a bowstring and then a high-pitched scream like a mating she-leopard’s spilled from deep within her.

Massimo swallowed the primitive cry of pleasure as her body collapsed against him, weak and spent.  He wrapped his arms about her, holding her tightly against his heart until her breathing slowed and she relaxed into his body like a contented kitten.

“Oh, pussycat, you are the most passionate woman I’ve ever met,” he said, as pleasurable anticipation mounted inside him. 
Men have started wars and murdered their brothers for this little piece of heaven, right here
.

She raised her head and stared at him.  Her eyes were dilated with passion and appeared a much deeper brown...like dark, rich molasses, her lips swollen from his kisses, and damp tresses of hair clung to the sides of her face.  She was a beautiful sight and Massimo wanted to gaze upon that wanton look of desire and satisfaction for the rest of his life.

She glanced at her dress with the hem still tucked inside her bra.  “That wasn’t very ladylike of me, was it?  Especially making the first move.”

Massimo chuckled.  “Oh, quite the contrary, my love.”  He tucked the errant strands of hair behind her ears.  “I like a lady who makes the first move.  A bold young woman once told me that being properly bred doesn’t mean you shouldn’t go after what you want.”

“That was just to raise your interest.”  A shy smile ruffled her lips.

“And my interest is undoubtedly raised,
cara mia
.”  As if to verify his words, his cock pulsed with excitement.  They both trembled involuntarily.  It was his cue to put physical distance between them.  There was only so much temptation a man could take.  He’d reached his limit for the week.  He lifted her off his lap and set her on the seat.

She turned away and began fixing her clothes.

Massimo smiled as he reveled in the hot sticky feel of her bodily fluids seeping through his briefs and into his skin.  With a deep sigh, he pulled up his trousers and tucked his shirt back in.  The smell of sex saturated the air and probably his clothes too. 

As he watched her bring order back to her appearance, Massimo thought of the first time he’d kissed her in the SUV, and how she’d straightened her clothes then, too.  The next time they were intimate, there would be no clothes to straighten.

He applauded her for making the first move tonight in an attempt to explore her own sexual prowess, and God, was she a wild sexy thing.  Thrills rushed up and down his spine as he imagined what she’d be like in a week, a month, years, once they discovered each other’s erogenous zones and began testing the depths and limits of each other’s passion.  

With her clothes back in place, she turned to him.  “It’s important you know that I’ve never done this with anyone before.  I’ve kissed boys, but I’ve never allowed any of them to get this far—not even cop a feel.”