The Costarella Conquest Part 7
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Her thickly lashed blue eyes looked darker than before, simmering with an inviting sultriness. She wanted him enthralled by her fabulous femininity, wanted to drive him wild for her. Whether it was a deliberate exertion of her woman-power or not, it reminded Jake of who she was and how careful he had to be not to become ensnared by this woman.
He fixed his attention on the shoes, forced his fingers to undo the ankle straps. In a few moments he could take all he wanted of her, revel in having it, and he would, all night long, but come the morning he had to be sane enough to walk away from her and keep her at a mental distance until the next time they were together.
Shoes off.
They were both completely naked now.
He stood up, and the act of towering over her triggered his sense of man-power. He was in charge of this encounter. He'd brought her to this cave and he would control everything that happened between them. With a surge of adrenalin-pumped confidence he leaned over, gripped her waist and lifted her off the window-seat, whirling her straight over to the bed, laying her down, positioning himself beside her with one leg flung over hers, holding her captive so he could touch the rest of her at will.
'Kiss me again,' she commanded, her voice huskily inviting, her eyes glittering with the need for pa.s.sion to blow them both away.
'I will,' he promised, but not her mouth, not yet.
The rose-red nipples were pointed up at him, hard evidence of her arousal and he wanted her more aroused than he was. He closed his mouth around them, drawing on the distended flesh, sucking, his tongue swirling, las.h.i.+ng. She wrapped her hands around his head, fingers thrusting through his hair, dragging on his scalp, her body arching, aching for a more consuming possession.
Not yet... Not yet...
He swept a trail of hot kisses down over her stomach to the arrow of dark springy curls leading to the most intimate cleft between her thighs. He could smell the wonderfully heady scent of her desire for him as he dipped his mouth into the soft folds of her s.e.x, intent on driving this centre of excitement to fever pitch. He exulted in tasting her hot wetness, exulted even more as she writhed to the rhythm of his stroking, crying out at the frantic tension building up inside her, jack knifing up to grab his shoulders and tug his body over hers.
He was ready to oblige now, knowing her entire being was screaming for him and he was still in control, though bursting to unleash his own knife-edge desire. As he lifted himself up, her legs locked around him, her hips already rocking, and there was no more waiting. He surged into the slick pa.s.sage to the edge of her womb and dropped his head to ravish her mouth, wanting total invasion, absolute domination of this intimate togetherness.
Yet she met the attack of his kiss with an a.s.sault of her own, a fusion of heat that turned aggression into a melting pot of exploding sensations and he lost every vestige of control. Her legs goaded him into a series of fast thrusts, clamping around him at the point of deepest penetration as she moaned at the intense satisfaction of it, then rolling her hips around the hard heated fullness of him as he withdrew to plunge again, driven to hear and feel her pleasure in him over and over, wildly intoxicated by the sense of being drawn from peak to peak, each one raising the stakes to a higher level of fierce feeling.
It was like riding a storm, hurtling towards the eye of it at breakneck velocity, their lives hanging on holding on to each other until they reached beyond the violent shattering that threatened every escalating moment and landed in a place where they could peacefully return to themselves again. Jake didn't care how long that took...minutes, hours.
It was a fantastic journey-her response to him, what he felt himself, a host of primal elements whipping them towards a final crescendo. The breakthrough was a totally cataclysmic moment, both of them crying out as the storm released them into a free fall of exquisite delight and they floated down on a sweet cloud of ecstasy, still clamped together as they s.h.i.+fted into a more relaxed embrace, prolonging what they had shared as long as they could.
Even just cuddling her close to him was sweet, smelling the scent of her hair, winding strands of it around his fingers, rubbing his cheek over its silkiness, feeling the rhythm of her breathing in the rise and fall of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s against his chest, the sensual stroking of one of her legs between his, knowing she was still revelling in feeling him.
Eventually thoughts drifted through Jake's mind, carrying a need to make sense of why this s.e.xual experience with Laura had been so incredibly intense. Never before had he been completely locked into having a woman like this, driven to take, driven beyond what he'd previously known. His liaisons with other women had been more casual pleasures, enjoyable, relaxing-what he'd considered normal. Why did the animal chemistry go deeper with Laura Costarella?
She was definitely the most beautiful woman he'd ever taken to bed. Had that heightened his excitement? Somehow he couldn't quite believe that would affect him so much. His mind kept niggling at her family connection to Alex Costarella. Was it because of who she was, linking her to the pa.s.sion for retribution, which had consumed most of his life for the past ten years? Or did the fact that she should have remained forbidden to him cause the difference?
Impossible to pin it down. All he absolutely knew was he couldn't allow this affair to escalate into a serious relations.h.i.+p. If he kept to that, surely he could simply enjoy what she gave him-her companions.h.i.+p over the dinners he would arrange, and the intense physical pleasure they would share in bed together afterwards.
Settling on this determination, Jake shut down on the questions, intent on making the most of this night together. 'Feeling good?' he asked, wondering what she was thinking, if she was happily satisfied with her decision to set aside her reservations about him.
'Mmmh...very good.'
There was a smile in her voice.
He didn't need to know any more. He smiled his own contentment with the situation.
She began an idle stroking of his body-slow, erotic caresses, which instantly stimulated him into touching more of her, lingering over every voluptuous curve, loving the wonderfully sensual feel of her womanliness. Touching moved into kissing as they explored each other in intimate detail, arousing the need to merge again, to feel all that could be felt between them.
It was marvellous, less frenzied this time but still incredibly exciting with the mutual abandonment of all inhibitions. It left Jake feeling flooded with pleasure, and the gradually ebbing waves of it lulled him into a deep untroubled sleep.
Laura woke to morning light. They'd forgotten to draw the curtains last night, too consumed with each other to think of anything beyond the sensational intimacy they'd shared. She rolled over to look at the man who had taken her to heights of pleasure she had never even imagined, let alone known.
He was still asleep. Despite the brilliant dark eyes being shut, his face was still strongly handsome and his body... She sighed over how perfectly manly it was, just the right amount of muscularity and everything ideally proportioned. Absolutely gorgeous. s.e.x appeal in spades. What a fantastic night she'd had with him! No regrets, that was for sure! Whatever happened next between them, this was one experience she would never forget.
Careful not to wake him, she slid off the bed and padded quietly to the bathroom, wanting to freshen up and look good when he did open his eyes. She grabbed her handbag off the desk in pa.s.sing, glad that it contained a small hairbrush and lipstick. With no change of clothes to wear, it was a relief to find bathrobes provided for guests. She could lounge around in one of them until it was near time to leave the hotel.
Having showered and groomed herself as best she could, Laura returned to the bedroom to find Jake still asleep. Quite happy for a little time on her own, she settled on the window-seat, her back against the side wall, feet up on the cus.h.i.+on, arms hugging her knees, instinctively wanting to hug in all the lovely feelings generated by last night with Jake.
It wasn't just the s.e.x, although that had been unbelievably awesome. Even now her heart swelled with the sheer joy of learning how marvellous it could be with the right man. Nothing could have felt more right to her, which made her wonder if it was wrong to stand back from a serious relations.h.i.+p with Jake. So far she liked everything he had shown of himself, and definitely wanted to know a lot more. Maybe they could have something great together.
The view of the botanical gardens caught her eye. A stroll through them would be a pleasant way of continuing the day-time to chat about their interests and look for more common ground between them. She would like to see the house he was renovating, too, the kind of home he was making for himself. The environment people chose to live in could speak volumes about them. Sharing the private life of Jake Freedman was an exciting prospect and Laura was hugging that to herself, too, when his voice broke into her hopeful reverie.
'Happy with the view this morning?'
She laughed, bubbling over with high spirits and looking at him with sparkling pleasure. 'It's lovely! The sun is s.h.i.+ning and it's going to be a beautiful day.'
He grinned at her as he rolled out of bed, saying cheerfully, 'So let's make a start on it. Call room service and order breakfast for both of us while I freshen up in the bathroom.'
'What would you like?'
'You choose. I have great faith in your food judgement.'
He left her grinning, enjoying the back view of him as he headed off to the bathroom. Only when this vision was cut off did she swing her legs off the window-seat and set about ordering their breakfast, choosing what she wanted herself and hoping Jake would be pleased with everything.
He came out of the bathroom, wearing the other bathrobe and checking his watch. 'It's eight o'clock now. How long before room service arrives?'
'About another twenty minutes.'
The dark eyes twinkled s.e.xily. 'Only time for a good-morning kiss then. And no disrobing.'
'We have the rest of the day,' she suggested happily as he drew her into his embrace.
He frowned. 'No. No we don't. There's work I have to get done on the house before the plumber comes tomorrow.'
'Can I help you?' she asked impulsively, wanting to be with him.
He shook his head. 'You would be a major distraction, Laura. I'll work more efficiently on my own.'
He grazed his lips over hers-a distraction that didn't quite soothe the stab of disappointment over the rejection of her offer. She told herself his reasoning was fair enough and opened her mouth for a whole-hearted kiss. He'd given her a wonderful night and there would be more in the future. No need to be greedy, asking for today, as well.
It was a soft, very sensual kiss, and he withdrew from it before it escalated into wild pa.s.sion, brus.h.i.+ng her hair tenderly from her face, smiling into her eyes. 'Thank you for last night. We'll do it again soon,' he promised her.
'Thank you. I'll look forward to it,' she said, inwardly craving much more from him but doing her best to accept the situation gracefully.
'I'll book a taxi to take you from the hotel to Eddie's apartment after we've had breakfast.' He stepped back from her and moved towards the telephone on the desk, asking, 'Where does he live, Laura?'
'Paddington.'
'That's handy.' He grinned at her as he picked up the receiver. 'We can share the taxi. I'll see you to his place first before going on home.'
'Where do you live?'
'Next suburb. Woollahra.'
Virtually in walking distance from Eddie's apartment, she thought, watching him make the call. She wanted to ask what street, but held her tongue, knowing she would be tempted to go there and suddenly frightened of how deeply she was being drawn by this man.
Jake didn't want a full-on relations.h.i.+p. He'd told her so at dinner last night. And she had been super-cautious about going down that road, too. Obviously nothing had changed for him. It shouldn't have changed for her, either. She had to keep her head straight about this, not get twisted up by emotions that could mess with the decisions she'd made about her life.
A journey with meeting places.
Best to keep to that.
But somehow she couldn't really take pleasure in the breakfast they shared. It didn't sit right in her stomach. And she hated the taxi trip to Paddington, knowing Jake was travelling on without her. It took an act of will to smile her goodbye at him. And then, of course, she had to face Eddie and say everything had been fine.
Which was the truth.
Though not quite.
It had been fantastic, brilliant, totally engaging.
Too engaging.
And that was dangerous.
CHAPTER EIGHT.
TO Eddie's inevitable query about her night with Jake Freedman, she breezily answered, 'Great food, great s.e.x, and marriage is not on the menu for either of us so don't worry about my becoming a victim of secret agendas. That's definitely out!'
Later in the day, she settled her mother's concern with, 'It won't become a serious relations.h.i.+p, Mum. It was just a dinner date, which I might or might not repeat.' With a mischievous smile, she added, 'Depends on how good the restaurant is if he asks me out again.'
It made her mother laugh. 'Oh, you and food!'
And she cut off her father's probe into the personal connection by regaling him with details of every spicy dish she'd tasted, virtually dismissing Jake's company as pleasant enough but relatively unimportant.
However, it was easier to establish in other people's minds that an involvement with Jake was not a big issue than it was to convince herself. Life simply wasn't the same as before she met him. He dominated her thoughts, especially at night when she was alone in bed, her body restless with memories of their intense intimacy. It was impossible to block him out for long and she grew angry and frustrated with herself for not being able to set him at a sensible distance, especially as day followed day without any contact from him.
He hadn't given her his mobile telephone number.
He obviously had a silent land number at his Woollahra home because his name wasn't listed in the telephone directory.
No way could she call him at work because her father might get to hear about it.
Control of any connection between them was all on his side and she had no control whatsoever over yearning to be reconnected. Which was turning her into a stupid, love-sick cow and she hated being like that, hated it so much when he did finally call her on Friday afternoon, the zoom of pleasure at hearing his voice was speared through by resentment at his power to affect her so deeply. She only grudgingly managed a polite 'Hi!' to his greeting.
He didn't seem to notice any coldness in her response, rolling straight into the business of the call without any personal enquiries about her or her well-being. 'I've been trying all week to book us a table at one of your top restaurants for tomorrow night. Can't be done. They're all booked up and there hasn't been any cancellations. However, I have managed to get us a table at Peter Gilmore's Quay restaurant for next Sat.u.r.day night. Is that okay with you?'
Peter Gilmore's Quay-listed as one of the top fifty restaurants in the world! It was a totally irresistible invitation. A rush of excited enthusiasm flooded over all other feelings.
'Fantastic!' tripped off her tongue. 'I saw his amazing Snow Egg dessert on a television show. It started with a layer of guava puree mixed with whipped cream. On top of that was guava-flavoured crushed ice. Then a meringue shaped like an egg and an inside that was creamy custard apple. It was topped off with a thin layer of toffee melted over it. Absolutely to die for!'
His laughter flowed through her like a fountain of joy. She couldn't help smiling, couldn't help feeling happy.
'Shall we meet there at seven o'clock? Same as last time?' he asked.
'Yes.'
'Great! See you then, Laura.'
Click!
That was it from him.
The happiness deflated into a rueful sigh. It was what they had agreed upon-meetings for an adventure into fine dining. Jake probably thought of any s.e.xual follow-up as icing on the cake. And she should, too. She couldn't fault him for not suggesting they do something else together this weekend. The problem of wanting more was entirely hers and she had to deal with it, get over it.
On the whole, Laura thought she managed that fairly well over the following week. Probably knowing they had a definite date to meet made it easier to concentrate on other things. She promised herself that at this meeting she would not expect an extension of their time together beyond the night, nor hope for it. After all, it was better for her to maintain her independence and not become slavishly besotted with the man.
Despite all her sensible reasoning, she could not control the fizz of excitement as she prepared for the big evening out. In an attempt to lessen its importance to her and show Jake she was taking this journey as casually as he was, she chose a far less dressy outfit-her best jeans, which were acceptable almost anywhere, and a peasant-style top with some wild costume jewellery she'd bought at the markets. Beaded sandals completed the look she wanted-fun, not seriously formal or serious anything else.
Eddie had been warned she would be staying overnight at his apartment again. Before leaving home she deliberately picked a yellow rose, not a red one, from her mother's garden. It was a Pal Joey rose and it had a fabulous scent. Jake might not remember asking her to bring one to their next dinner together but it definitely showed she was keeping to her side of their deal.
The ferry ride across the harbour from Mosman to Circular Quay brought her close to the site of the restaurant. There was an excited lilt in her step as she walked around to the overseas pa.s.senger terminal where all the big cruise s.h.i.+ps docked. Jake would be waiting for her inside Quay on the upper level and tonight would undoubtedly be brilliant all over again.
For Jake it had taken rigid discipline to wait through the fortnight before indulging himself with Laura again. It would only be a week next time, and the next, and the next, provided, of course, she wanted to go on with it. Why shouldn't he have as much of her as he could within reasonable limits? As long as he kept the end in mind, his involvement with her would not get in the way of what he had to do. It was no good wis.h.i.+ng she wasn't Alex Costarella's daughter. Nothing could change that.
She walked into the restaurant looking like a wonderfully vivid gypsy with her black curly hair all fluffed out around her shoulders, lots of colourful beads around her neck and a peasant blouse that clung to the lush fullness of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Tight jeans accentuated the rest of her s.e.xy curves and the instant kicks to his heart and groin told Jake she was having too big an impact on him.
He shouldn't have started this.
Shouldn't be going on with it.
But she smiled at him as he stood up from their table to greet her and a rush of pleasure had him smiling back. Just before she reached him, her hand dived into the bag she carried and brought out a full-blown yellow rose.
'For you to smell,' she said, her blue eyes sparkling a flirtatious challenge.
It surprised him, delighted him, and the pleasure she brought him intensified as he took the rose and lifted it to his nose. 'Mmmh...I shall always connect this glorious scent with you.'
She laughed. 'And I shall always connect glorious food with you. I can't wait to salivate through Peter Gilmore's menu.'
He laughed and quickly held out her chair with an invitational wave. 'At your service.'
Once they were both seated, a waiter arrived, handing them menus, and Jake asked him to bring a gla.s.s of water for the rose to keep it fresh.
As soon as they were left alone together, Laura leaned forward with another heart-kicking smile. 'I'm glad you like it.'
He grinned. 'I have plans for this rose.'
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