“Cancel,” he ordered. “Say you’re not feeling well.”

He knew he was pushing his luck, but the thought of her soft, smooth skin rubbing against him was too much to resist. His heart raced as he waited for her reply. He was afraid he’d pushed for too much, too soon.

Finally, Aria leaned up to his ear, a wicked gleam in her eye. “How fast can you get us back to your place?”

CHAPTER 14

As they drove into Itirangi, Aria’s bravado wavered. In the face of Eli’s jealousy and intensity, going home with him had seemed thrilling, but now she was having second thoughts. When he fumbled with the keys at the front door of his villa, she wondered if it was too late to run. The urge was there, but her attraction to this hunk of a man proved stronger. Yes, she’d probably regret it later, but she wanted this.

When the door swung open, she wondered if the creepy vibe of the house would kill the mood, but Eli’s raw sex appeal distracted her. He pinned her against the door as soon as it closed, and they kissed hard and fast, tongues tangling around each other, hands gripping wherever they could.

His kisses started a slow burn between her legs. Aria ran her hands up his firm body. It radiated a heat that made her fingers tingle. She lost herself in the moment, her presence of mind disappearing. Trying to regain some control, she pushed away from the door and backed him against a wall, their mouths glued together. His skin, dry now, felt rough against hers, sending bolts of lust spiraling downwards. Unable to resist, she slipped her hands inside his shorts and squeezed his butt. Hardened muscle resisted her grasp.

“The bed,” Eli panted.

Aria had no idea which room was the master bedroom. She gasped in shock when he swept her feet out from under her, then strode down the hall and deposited her on a large four-poster bed. In seconds, he was on top of her, peeling back her bikini top to expose her breasts. Reverently, he cupped them in his big palms and brushed his thumbs across the nubs. She trembled beneath his ministrations.

“They fit,” he murmured. Then he lowered his head and took a breast in his mouth, gently laving and licking, nipping at her.

“Oh, yes,” she said on a moan. “That’s so good.”

She whimpered when he paid the same attention to the other breast and writhed beneath him as he worked his way down her body. He kissed the insides of her thighs, her knees, her calves, then pressed a kiss to the inner arch of each foot before working his way back up again. By the time his mouth closed over her core, Aria was aching to her very soul.

“That’s enough!” she cried, overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations he was creating.