The Playboy's Fugitive Bride (39 page)

“Massimo,” she finally whispered his name.

“Hi, baby.”

Her body tensed as her awakening mind tried to catch up with the heat and sensations in her body.  Once she realized he was real, she tried to turn around in his arms.

He held her fast and kissed the soft flesh between her shoulder blades.

“I thought I was dreaming, but you’re here.  You came back early.”

“Mhmm.  Thanks to that provocative video you sent me.  You’re a naughty little girl.”

She chuckled, causing her wet sex to glide along his shaft.  “You want to spank me?”

Massimo gritted his teeth against the intensity of his passion.  He would love to spank her and then possess her, but they needed to talk first.  “I would love to spank you,
cara
.”  He was careful not to say her name.  Shaina was the name her parents had given her and it suited her perfectly.  She was ‘Beautiful’ like the Yiddish meaning of her name.  Although, he had to admit, since the Swahili meaning of Nia was ‘Purpose’, he could say she was a Beautiful Purpose—for so many things.  “But we need to talk first,” he said on a sigh.

“Not now.”  She kissed his arm that was wrapped around her upper body, then reaching down between her thighs, she dipped her fingertips into her own juices, and began to lather it on to the tip of his shaft with light little tentative caresses.  “I’ve missed you.”

Massimo sucked in air as his excitement weakened him.  Her caresses became bolder, and as his groans increased in volume and depth, she reached behind her and clasped him in her small hand.

“We…must…um…Mmmm.  We…. talk…”  Her seduction of him and his desire for her overrode everything else, robbing him of his ability to speak coherently.  “Mmmm.  We need—talk…”

She turned her upper body slightly and, curling her arm about his neck, she pulled him in and seized his mouth in a deep, hot kiss, silencing him.  She was a smoking hot she-devil, and he felt buffeted by the winds of a savage harmony when she began to suck on his tongue, matching the tempo of her hand sliding up and down his shaft, around and around, squeezing, pumping—lightly, tightly, urgently, she varied her speed and grip sending blood pounding through his heart, his chest, and his head.

“You still want to talk?” she panted against his mouth.

“Yes…No…Yes…Oh God…Mmmm…”  He tingled all over.

“Okay, let’s talk, but with our bodies.  I want you to take me from behind.”  She curved her back, pushed her buttocks toward him, and positioned the tip of his cock at the entrance of her hot body.  “Take me like Jabari takes his mate,” she whispered, rocking back and forth, rubbing her wet sex all over his tip, teasing him, drawing him just centimeters inside of her, clinching and squeezing the head of his shaft in a tight velvet ring of pleasure, then releasing him, only to come back for more.  “No more words,” she said, moaning and groaning out her desire like a shameless hussy.

His hussy whom he loved
.

Massimo’s heart and his breath lodged inside his throat as spurts of hungry desire spiraled through his veins.  He fought the need to thrust, and simply flexed his buttocks, holding himself still and stiff as his wife danced around.  His mind was reeling, spinning wildly as he glanced down at his reddened head grazing the entrance of her body. 

He breathed through the pleasurable pain as he continued to massage her breasts, her belly, her thighs, and the little knob of pleasure between her folds.  He kissed her neck, her shoulders, the side of one breast, and he waited—he waited until her movements became erratic and she slid back further onto him, taking a little bit more of him inside her.  Still he fought the need to thrust until her body began to quiver with the power of her orgasm.  Soon she shattered, screaming his name, and when he felt her hot juices coating him, Massimo pushed forward with one powerful lunge.  He felt every inch forcing its way into her.  She was burning hot and soaking wet, and she squeezed her muscles around him, causing a friction so severe, his eyes rolled back into their sockets.  He drove deeper and deeper, pushing through her tightness until there was no further depth to conquer, until he was sheathed to the hilt inside her, until there was nothing separating them, not even air.  Her body melted against his and his world was filled with her.

Securely lodged, Massimo grabbed a pillow and aligning it with her hips, he rolled her over on to her stomach.  He straddled her, and held her in place between his thighs while his hands on her hips kept her immobile.  In total control, he began to pump her, pulling out to the tip and ramming home, over and over again, loving the slushing sound of their damp bodies colliding in the night.  He threw his head back and groaned at the insatiable pleasure that washed over him, the prickly sensations racing up and down his spine, giving him the strength to thrust into her, while at the same time robbing him of the desire to leave the silky vortex of her love.

In and out, side to side, he pumped into her while she whimpered and moaned beneath him like a jungle cat in heat.  His heart rumbled at the sight of her round buttocks jumping and jiggling against his groin each time he rammed into her.  He watched her hands curl around the sheet as her body began to quiver uncontrollably.  Her passion fueled his own and he thrust harder and faster, gritting his teeth against the fiery sensations of her muscles gripping every inch of his cock as he plunged higher and deeper.  She looked so erotic, so sensual trapped beneath him with firelight flickering across her damp brown body, edging him on, testing his strength, his endurance, his control.

Changing things up a bit, Massimo worked his thighs between hers, allowing her a little room and freedom to strut her stuff, show her appreciation, give back a little of what she was receiving.  And she did, digging her heels into his buttocks and pushing herself into his groin, meeting him on his downward thrust and releasing him on his upward.  Their bodies, their souls and spirits were so in synch, Massimo saw stars and moons and entire universes flickering across his mind.

He wanted to shout her name.  God, how he wanted to shout out her name.

She turned her head and smiled at him, her eyes dreamy and lovely and bewitching in the firelight.  It was too much for Massimo.  Her body tightened and she came on him, moaning and twisting as her muscles quaked and convulsed around him.  He held himself tense and closed his eyes against the need to come with her.

When he felt her relax, he leaned over her and dropped feathery kisses along her damp back and up toward her shoulders while his hands passed beneath her to clasp her voluptuous breasts.  Her nipples were hard against his palm.  She reached a hand up and pushed her long hair out of the way, baring her glittering neck, for him.  Knowing exactly what she wanted, Massimo licked the tender flesh, loving the salty taste of her sweat on his tongue.  He brushed her soft skin with his lips, salved her with his tongue, and gazed her with his teeth, over and over until she began to moan with renewed pleasure.

He squeezed her breasts as he pulled out of her, all the way to the tip, and as he drove slowly back in, he sank his teeth into the skin at the back of her neck.  He bit her fiercely, lovingly, and tenderly.  His love for her was so deep, so strong, it brought tears to his eyes.  He wished he could swallow her whole.

She purred, growled like a pussycat, and curved her body into his, grinding against him as she rocked in orgasmic euphoria.  Their bodies locked and fused.  His stomach churned fire and his cock seemed to melt from his body dissolving into the tight, moist heat of her.  He eased the pressure of his teeth as the power of her climax waned.

Realizing that this was the final act before the curtain dropped, Massimo began to ride her again, slowly and sweetly at first and then more urgently and fiercely as he felt the passion build and crest inside him.  She was hotter, wetter, and tighter than before, and soon a breath-stealing explosion of ecstasy engulfed him.  As he felt his seed twirling inside his groin and rushing along the length of his shaft, Massimo surrendered everything to the intensity of his climax and sank his teeth further into his wife’s flesh.

He shot his hot seed deep inside her womb.  He groaned out his satisfaction and pleasure, roaring like a lion that had been caught in a trap.  His release was endless and wonderful, yet was over too soon.

“Shaina,” he whispered, collapsing against her back as a series of earthquakes racked his body.  “I love you, Shaina.”

“Ahhhh.”  Her body stiffened in pleasure and shock, and dear Lord, she had another orgasm as her lush walls milked the last drops of semen from him.

She was quivering and crying and moaning and whimpering and he held her tightly as they lay joined together in the most basic, intimate, yet animalist way a man and a woman could be joined.  He stayed with her long after their hearts had quieted down and she lay beneath him silently, but not completely relaxed.  How could she be relaxed after the bombshell he’d dropped on her?  Well, two bombshells, simultaneously.  It wasn’t the way he’d planned for it to happen, but it was out in the open and they would have to deal with it now.

Finally, she spoke.  “How long have you known?”

Massimo didn’t want to leave her, but he knew this was a conversation he needed to have while looking into her eyes.  With his hands wrapped about her to keep them connected, he glided on to his side and arranged her next to him with her back on the mattress and her lower body angled to cradle him—the way they were when she first began to seduce him.

He reached up and turned on the wall lamp over the headboard, then turned to gaze into her eyes that were wide and muted and filled with lingering passion, and questions.  His heart ached at the bit of fear he noticed in their depth.  Did she think he would retaliate for her lying to him?  He pulled a pillowcase from the nearest unoccupied pillow and dabbed at the sheen of sweat on her face and neck.

She whimpered when the silk fabric brushed the spot where he’d bitten her.  He turned her so he could see the evidence of his passion.  “I’m so sorry sweetheart,” he said, bending down to brush his lips against the darkened, raised flesh.

“It’s okay.”  She actually smiled.  “I enjoyed it.  I’ll get you next time.”

Massimo laughed—delighted that she’d enjoyed it and for the promise of a next time.  He proceeded to dry the rest of her body, then he patted himself dry before tossing the damp pillowcase on the floor.  “Now,” he said settling down and brushing strands of hair from her face, “how long have I known what?  That I know who you are, or that I love you?”

Her lashes fluttered down briefly.  “Both.”

He trailed his fingertips up and down her arm.  “I think I knew I loved you the day we were at the country club and my cousin began asking about my intentions toward you.  I didn’t like the idea of another man even thinking about you as a potential girlfriend.  Especially not my cousin.”

“You were jealous?”

“Yes, and that’s why when I was backed into a corner by the local press, I announced to the world that we were getting married.  I wanted to put the Andretti stamp on you.”

She swallowed.  “Why didn’t you just tell me then and there instead of going through the motions, having me arrested and forcing me to marry you like that?”

He chuckled then groaned as her silky muscles gripped him, reminding him where he was.  “I had to go through the motions because at the time I still didn’t know who you were.  I didn’t know anything about the woman I was falling in love with, especially since I knew you were hiding something from me.”  He shrugged.  “I’m sure by now you’ve suspected that I had you investigated.  The night we met, I had a friend who’s an FBI Special Agent do a background check on you.”

She stiffened and looked away.  “Is that when you found out who I really was?”

“No.  Paul—my friend—simply verified what you’d told me about yourself.  But before he could give me any more information, he fell off the map.  Probably went undercover.  He does that a lot.  But while I was waiting to hear more from him, I realized that I didn’t want to lose you.  I was willing to do anything to keep you in my life.  By then, it didn’t matter to me what Paul found out about you.”

“Obviously.”  She looked away again.  “So when did you realize I was Shaina Norwood?”

“The night we got married.”

“Before or after?”

“After.”

She recaptured his gaze and her mouth tightened just a fraction.  “How did it make you feel to know you’d married the daughter of the man you lied to, the man whose death you caused?”

“Is that why you came looking for me?  Were you seeking revenge, restitution, retribution?”

She tried to pull away, but he tightened his grip and thrust his hips to remind her where she was, and what they’d just shared.  There was no need for her to feel ashamed or frightened of him.  He wasn’t going to hurt her.

Her chest rose and fell on a deep sigh.  “You lied to my father and caused his death.  I hated you for years.  I wanted to punish you,” she said, her voice cracking, and her eyes tearing up with pain.  “But on his deathbed, my father told me to forget you and to go on with my life.  I was trying to, but then...”

He realized she’d stopped because she hadn’t yet told him about Eddie.  “But then Eddie happened?”

Her eyes became wide and luminous.  “You know about Eddie?”

“I know about a lot of things, Ni—Shaina.”

She recoiled slightly.  “No one has called me that for a long time.  I missed it.”

“It’s beautiful like you.”  He kissed her forehead.  “And with your permission, I would love to begin calling you Shaina.  Shaina Andretti.”

A tentative smile parted her lips.  “Well, it’s my name.”

“Yes, it is.”  He watched the sparkle return to her eyes.  At least she wasn’t opposed to Andretti as her last name.  There was hope, he supposed.

“Okay.  I’m Shaina from this moment forward.  No more Nia.”

“Shaina.  Shaina,” he whispered then bent to kiss her lips.

“You said you discovered my true identity the night we got married.  How?”

He waited a moment before responding.  “Do you know you talk in your sleep?”