Romantic Acquisition (20 page)

“Kate?” Carlo asked, his voice harsh.

Kate opened her eyes and looked into his own.  “Please make love to me,” she whispered, the fear evident in her voice but her body demanding that he continue what he was doing to her.

Without another word, Carlo stood up and scooped her into his arms.  Kate grabbed the towel at the last minute and covered herself up but was thrilled as Carlo walked purposefully towards her stateroom. 

Once there, he opened the door with one hand, not letting her out of his arms and kicked it shut behind them. 

”Are you sure?” he asked, letting her legs go so they moved sensuously along the length of him.  “No regrets?” he asked.

“I’m sure,” she said, releasing her arms from his neck since her feet were now on the floor and she couldn’t reach his neck anymore, but her hands remained on his chest, her fingers feeling the muscles that her eyes had watched all day, reveling in the power she had to make his body react to her lightest touch. 

“I won’t be able to stop,” he warned and bent down to take her lips again in a driving kiss that didn’t allow her to answer. 

Kate didn’t mind.  She stood on her toes, eager to feel her body against his, not sure what to do next, afraid of the feelings going away. 

Carlo lifted her up and placed her in the middle of the bed.  He tossed off his swimming suit and followed her down, but not before Kate saw his manhood, then felt it against her leg.  She was only slightly terrified by the sight but as soon as his body covered hers and his mouth covered her nipple, she was on fire again.  No other thoughts had time to enter as he kissed her skin, her breast, moving to the other side and discarding her bikini top completely.  The bottoms followed and Carlo’s hands were everywhere, touching, sending tingles throughout her body. 

Kate felt the pressure against her core and wanted to stop, but then his velvety hardness filled her, slowly making her whole.  Her eyes widened as the pleasure increased.  There was no pain, no humiliation.  She looked into his eyes and gasped as he started moving. 
The sensations his body produced
were foreign to her and scared her but she held onto his shoulders, running her hands down the muscles of his arms and she put herself into his care.  Within minutes, waves of pleasure
hit her
so intense she cried out, closed her eyes and her head pushed against the mattress. 

Carlo watched her find fulfillment, sweat breaking out on his shoulders and forehead as he continued to pleasure her, amazed again at how responsive she was to his touch, to his every movement.  As soon as he sensed her climax building, his own took over and he pushed into her silky body, finding his own release. 

A long time later, Kate felt Carlo’s lips on her shoulder and she moved her head, staring into his smiling eyes. 

She didn’t want anything to change this feeling.  It was so completely different from her previous experience and she wanted to savor the feelings, the tingling in her body. 

“How do you feel?” he asked. 

Kate could only smile.  She didn’t have words to describe what she was feeling right now. 

Carlo chuckled and pulled her closer.  “You’re an amazing woman,” he said. 

Kate rested her head on his arm, not allowing herself to think about anything. 

“Are you hungry?” he asked.

Kate laughed. 

“What’s so funny?” he asked, turning so he could see her face. 

“Food is the last thing on my mind,” she said.  “But if you’re hungry…” she said, not finishing her sentence.  Instead, she moved around, her tongue touching his nipple cautiously. 

“Ah, the lady is hungry,” he growled and pulled her so the top of her was draped across his chest.  “I can solve that easily enough,” he said and proceeded to do just that a second time. 

They ate dinner in bed, ordering sandwiches to be delivered to her stateroom.  Kate quickly showered after he made the phone call to the cooks, too embarrassed at the idea of her insatiable appetite to see one of the crew members delivering food to them instead of going up to the dining room. 

Carlo answered the door and took the tray.  He put it on the bed then joined her in the shower, making love to her yet again under the hot spray.  Kate was breathless by the time he picked her up and, while he held her, lowered her down onto him, making love to her while standing in the shower.  Kate marveled at his strength, her arms wrapping around his shoulders as he moved her in ways that made her back arch.  Her climax this time was so intense, she was shivering by the time it finally ended and tears were hovering on the edge of her eyes. 

They ate dinner on the bed, drinking wine and munching on chips and sandwiches. 
Afterwards, they fell into an exhausted sleep, holding each other in their arms. 

Towards dawn,
Carlo moved against her, the satin of the sheets on one side of him, the satin of her skin on the other.  “I want you again,” he said, unable to resist the temptation of her, scantily draped
in the sensuous satin
sheets.

“You’re kidding,” she said, unable to even open her eyes, exhausted from the last
two
time
s he
’d
woken her during the night
.

His
hand against her hip, moving up her waist to cup her breast told her that he wasn’t kidding.  And amazingly, her drowsiness completely disappeared.  “Carlo?”

“I’m serious.  I want you.  I need you now,” he said and rolled her on top of his chest.  She could feel his need and it sparked her own.  She moved her legs so she was now straddling him, her eyes filled with equal passion to his.  “I’m not sure how…” she said and that was all the encouragement he needed. 

He gently moved her hips so she was in the right position, then moved, filling her with his manhood.  Kate threw back her head, overwhelmed again by the sensation of being filled with him.  She felt so complete, so perfect.  And then he moved and she was no longer perfect.  She was wild.  She’d never felt this way and the passion wound around her stomach until she was sure she was going to explode into a thousand pieces.  Her orgasm this time was more intense and more powerful, longer and continued until he found his own release a few minutes later. 

Once they were both spent, she fell onto his chest, still connected to him intimately, her breathing hard and labored.  “Wow!” she said, winding her fingers through the hair on his chest, unsure of what else to say or do.  She wanted to touch him, feel him and make sure he was feeling the same thing she was.  But she couldn’t look him in the eye.  The fear that he wasn’t feeling the same things she was would belittle this feeling and she wanted it to go on forever. 

They spent the next two days cruising around the
Atlantic
.  He got the captain to stop in
Jamaica
and they spend another lazy day snorkeling and dining on jerk chicken and other Jamaican dishes.  The nights were spent in bed, making love until they were both too exhausted to talk anymore. 

It was Friday night when the call came, breaking the idyllic, tropical pace they’d set for themselves.  Carlo took the call in the library while Kate read a mystery novel she’d found in Jamil’s library.  Some of his conversation filtered through and Kate dropped the book onto her lap and watched as Carlo’s face turned impassive again.  She knew that something was wrong.

He hung up a few minutes later and turned to face her.  “I’m sorry.  I’d wanted to cruise around for another few days but some information about another project has surfaced that I need to investigate,” he explained.

“I understand,” she said and smiled sadly. 

Carlo picked up the phone and told the captain to head for
Washington
,
D.C.
  “That doesn’t mean we can’t have fun for one more night,” he said and picked her up, carrying her back to her stateroom. 

They made love, watched a movie and ate a delicious dinner before falling asleep, tangled in each other’s arms.  Saturday morning, they woke up early, the yacht docked in the
Alexandria
harbor. 

Kate packed up her lovely new clothes, amazed at how much her wardrobe had grown in the past two months.  Carlo left her on her doorstep, telling her that he had to fly up to
New York
but hoped to be back by Sunday afternoon.  She agreed to meet him for dinner the next night and he kissed her gently. 

Sunday morning,
Kate slapped the phone off her night
side table in an effort to get it to stop ringing.  But the noise kept up.  She reached down and pulled the receiver to her bed and mumbled a good morning, falling back to sleep almost instantly.

“Kate?” Carlo called out through the phone line.

“What?” she mumbled, still not willing to leave the warmth of her sleepy state. 

“Kate, wake up
,
”
his deep voice said in her ear through the phone. 

“Why?”
she asked grumpily. 

“Because I’m on my way to pick you up,” Carlo said.

“Why?” she asked again, but he now had her full attention. 

“You’re coming to lunch with me,” he said.

“Oh,” was her only response
, wide awake now
.  Her stomach was instantly back to doing flip flops in excitement, eager to see Carlo again. 
“I thought you’d be in
New York
until tonight?”

“I finished early. 
You’d better get dressed.  I’ll be at your house in about a half hour.”

“You can’t come get me,” she said, sitting up in bed and looking around at her messy room.  She knew the rest of the house was just as bad.  She’d spent all day Saturday making cookies in an attempt at feeling better after Carlo left.  She had thought she’d have time to clean up before he called later this afternoon. 

“I’m on my way,” he said again. 
“I’ll be there in twenty nine minutes
.”

Kate immediately put the phone back in it’s cradle and jumped out of bed
, not bothering to say goodbye
.  She’d only had four, possibly five, hours of sleep
last night
.  She’d stared at the ceiling, wishing Carlo was
next to her again like he’d been for the previous four nights
and feeling silly for
becoming so addicted to him in such a short period of time
. 

She took a quick shower and dried her hair, wanting to look nice for him this time.  She brushed it until it shone, wasting pre
cious time on her hair.  She applied only a small amount of makeup, then pulled on a pair of jea
ns and an orange sweater with a
large shawl collar.  The sweater was made out of chenille so she felt warm and cozy. 

Kate had no idea where he was taking her but she didn’t care and worried a few moments about that.  She was still exhausted from lack of sleep but somehow, she felt revived now that Carlo was on his way to pick her up.

Exactly thirty minutes from the time she hung up, she looked at the clock this time, Carlo arrived. 
As soon as his car pulled up in her driveway, she walked out of her house, not wanting him to see the mess she’d created the previous day. 

She tried to greet him casually, but she suspected that her excitement came through because he reached down and kissed her hard when he walked up to her, standing
next to his car, the autumn sunshine spilling through the colorful trees and dappling his dark hair with light brown sparks
.

“You look beautiful
,
”
he said with his deep voice. 

She liked the way his jeans fit his body
, showing off his muscular legs.  “You’re not too frumpy yourself, sir,” she replied saucily. 
The gray, cashmere sweater hugged his muscles, showing her again how strong he really was.   The white tee
-
shirt underneath the sweater was only a tease for her to wonder what his skin was like.