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The pleased sounds she’d made as he’d kissed her, the silky feel of her skin, the way her eyes had widened in amazement when he’d buried himself inside her, were all burned into his brain.

His cock hardened just thinking about it. He’d fantasized about bedding her, but reality had surpassed even his fervent imaginings. He felt honored that she’d trusted him to introduce her to the world of pleasure, but there was still so much he had to show her. If she’d let him.

He didn’t deserve her trust, of course. He was a liar and a thief. A charlatan and a scoundrel. The last thing he wanted was to hurt her, but it was almost inevitable, given the current situation.

He’d have to tell her the truth soon, of course, but the selfish part of him wanted to delay that moment for as long as possible.

He didn’t want morning to come.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Ellie woke to the deliciously wicked sensation of Harry’s hand stroking her thigh.

She must have turned over in the night, because his big body was curled around her, his chest to her back, and her bottom was nestled against the flatteringly hard rod of his cock.

It wasn’t quite morning. The pale gray of dawn was just peeking through the heavy velvet curtains, and she smiled into the pillow as she wriggled provocatively against him.

Her chemise had rucked up, and his fingers inched it higher, pushing it up over her hip to bunch at her waist. His palm stroked the smooth curve of her bottom, then slid with cunning stealth between her legs.

Ellie bit her lip, feigning sleep, but Harry’s soft laugh as he gently kissed her shoulder proved she wasn’t fooling him one bit.

“Are you with me, sleepyhead?” he murmured. “You don’t want to sleep through this.” He paused, as if a new thought had occurred to him. “Unless you’re sore? I can stop if you wish.”

Ellie shook her head, even as his consideration warmed her. “I’m not sore.”

She waited with bated breath for his hand to move higher, to touch her where she ached to be touched, and he didn’t disappoint. She fisted the sheets beside her as he teased, his clever fingers sliding in the wetness of her body, but when she parted her legs in silent invitation, he withdrew his hand.

She groaned. “Tease!”

“Patience,” he chided. “Good things are worth waiting for.” He pushed her shoulder, gently guiding her to lie on her stomach, and she almost purred with pleasure as he stroked his hands over her thighs and spread her legs a little wider.

A flare of wickedness flickered inside her. Perhaps she was a secret wanton after all? Or maybe it was just this man who made her so.

“What did you say to me at Willingham’s?” she murmured. “In Italian, in the hallway?”

He kissed the back of her neck. “I said,Yes, sweetheart. Kiss me.”

“You said something else too.”

He chuckled at her tenacity. “I did. I said,Voglio scoparti contro questo muro finché non urli il mio nome.”

“And what does that mean?”

He moved over her and she caught her breath as the muscled length of him pressed her down into the soft mattress. His larger size was thrilling, his physical power undeniable, and the combination of threat and careful restraint made her stomach somersault with desire.

“It means,I want to fuck you against this wall until you scream my name.”

Ellie gasped, apparently not beyond being scandalized,despite her non-virginal state, and he laughed against her ear.

“That was very rude.”

“It was indeed.”

“Did you mean it?” she whispered, blushing.

“Absolutely. And someday I’ll show you exactly how it’s done, but for now, I think we should make use of this far more comfortable bed.”

His fingers slipped back between her legs, guiding the smooth head of his cock to her entrance, and she lifted her hips, bucking back against him eagerly. He entered her in one smooth thrust, and they both gasped at the glorious sensation.