Taming Ricardo, The Italian Billionaire

Chapter 8

Kyra took a long drink from her glass, needing the liquid courage. There he went with the Italian endearment. Hell if she knew what it meant, but hearing it made her lower half quiver. Ricardo lifted her hand to plant a kiss on the back of it. Ugh! Why did he have to be so charming? And perfect? She could deny him nothing at that point. Kyra drained the content of her glass and let out a breath.

“You scare me because I can’t seem to control myself around you. As I said earlier, I feel like I’m not myself. I’m supposed to be fighting to help my clients keep their home and every time I’m around you I lose focus of that purpose. I don’t do things like nearly have s*x with a man I barely know.” She paused to let out a long breath and refill her glass, taking several gulps of wine.

“I’m not an angry person and yet you drive me to anger. I’m not jealous and yet I’m envious, thinking about you with another woman. I don’t invite men into my home. Fantasies of having s*x has never infiltrated my every thought until I met you.” Kyra looked down to find her glass already empty. She reached for the wine bottle and half-filled her glass. “You’re driving me crazy, I tell you. I don’t even know myself anymore. Who the hell have I become?”

Before she could down the wine in her glass, Ricardo grasped her wrist and took the glass out of her hand. “You’ve had enough.”

“Don’t try to control me damn it!” Angry, but having no real idea why, she moved to get up, to put distance between them. She was much too aware of his toned thighs beneath her ass.

 His arms clamped around her waist, stopping her escape. “You haven’t lost yourself, Kyra. That feisty, passionate woman that you’ve become has been hidden beneath a quiet exterior all this time. I just happen to be the one to bring all of that out of you because you want me as much as I want you. You’ve just been trying too hard to fight it and it makes you miserable.” He maneuvered them so that she was facing him, straddling his thighs.  “Stop fighting it and let whatever needs to happen between us happen.”

“But-“

“I’m going to make love to you, Kyra, because claiming you in every way has consumed my mind since the day I met you.”

Her breath hitched as pleasure, brought on by his words, flooded her. To be wanted like that by such a man was an exhilarating feeling. She searched his eyes for the slightest sign of insincerity but all she saw in his molten depths was raw desire. “Okay.” She could fight it no longer. She wanted him to make her his. She longed to belong to someone, to be needed in such a capacity.

“Promise you won’t have any regrets.”

“I won’t.” Even if things didn’t work out between them, she was sure she wouldn’t experience any regrets.

He cupped her face and trailed his thumb over her lips. “You have the sexiest, fullest lips I’ve ever had the pleasure of tasting. Everything about you is sexy, perfect. Bellissima.”

“What does that mean?” She asked.

“Beautiful.”

Her heart did somersaults. “Oh. Thank you.”

He gently pulled her head closer, claiming her mouth. Instantly, her lips parted for him. He teased her mouth with slight pressure. “Can I taste the rest of you, Kyra?”

“Yes.” With the heavy cloud of lust that had taken over her mind, he could do whatever he wanted. She let out a shriek when he swiftly stood. She clung to him, her legs wrapping around his waist.

“I’ve got you. Bedroom?”

“Second door on the left.”

He strode toward her bedroom with purposeful strides. It was happening. There was no going back. Not that she wanted to. He laid her on the bed and stopped to looked around. It was strange having him in her bedroom. She wondered what he thought of her modest space. No doubt he was accustomed to a much higher level of opulence. “I have to say, I find it satisfying that you’ve allowed me into your bedroom. Have you really never had a man over?”

Kyra pursed her lips a bit embarrassed. He must think she was pathetic. Propping herself on her elbows she looked him the eyes. “Never.” Confirming that, caused anxiety to set in. She realized just how inexperienced she was. How was she going to satisfy a man of the world, like Ricardo?

He was removing his tie when he noticed the look on her face. “What is? Are you having second thoughts?”

“Of course not. I just…I’ve never…” She sighed. “I’m not very experienced.”

Kyra stared up at the ceiling, her breathing and heart rate finally normalizing. She knew in that moment that she was in too deep.