Chapter Four
Allan stared at her from across the table as she ate greedily. They had worked up an appetite, but his stomach hunger was nothing compared to the other hunger coursing through him. After three hours of the best sex he’d ever had—though each one short with very little exploring—he was still semi-erect. They’d had fast, frantic sex six times until his dick got too weak to stand fully and she was sore. Her thighs were already red and bruising. She was so sore he had to carry her out of the room to have their warmed dinner. Gina was nice enough to heat it up when he called.
Allan stared at Riana, sitting across from him with nothing on but his pale blue shirt. She looked completely ravished and happy to be in that state. She was even humming and rocking to the tune in her head as she ate.
She was beautiful, with her hair in complete disarray, her lips puffy red, the sleeves of his Armani shirt rolled up to her elbows and hot damn, the front buttons open right to below her breasts. Each time she moved her arms, the shirt parted, exposing the swells of her breasts and the narrow valley between.
He felt his shaft become fully erect and he had to shift to make room in his pants. It was a good thing he didn’t have his briefs on. Just thinking about being inside her made him so tight he was sure his balls were turning blue.
She was so tight that for a moment he thought she was a virgin, but when he entered her fully he’d met no resistance except for her walls that squeezed around him. It was probably the only reason why he’d recovered so fast to take her again and again until he saw her bruising thighs.
His shaft bulged again, heavy with lust and he held back a groan at the memory of her responsive cries. He had never come so hard either, each time stronger than the one before. She’d wrapped herself around him inside and out.
One thing bugged him though. “Why did you want me to come inside you?”
Riana stopped rocking and humming. Her hand, holding a piece of chicken, froze at her partially parted mouth. She slowly lowered the piece of chicken to her plate. Her body slouched and she folded her hands on her lap.
“I can’t get pregnant Allan. I told you I’m on birth control. You have nothing to worry about.”
When her head dipped low he knew he’d hurt her by doubting her. The girl didn’t have a malicious bone in her tiny body. But he still needed to know.
“That’s not what I asked.”
She sighed with resignation. “Steve used to pull out because he didn’t trust me not to trap him. I kept telling him I was safe but he didn’t believe me.” She scoffed, her lips twitching in a pained smile. “Even when he wore a condom he still pulled out.”
That worried him. “So holding me inside you was what? A way to see if I trust you not to trap me?”
She shrugged. “Yes. And I wanted to know what it felt like.”
He held back a smile. This chick was close to being a unicorn. She surprised him with everything she said and did. “How did it feel?”
Her lips stopped twitching and a full, sincere, heart-twisting smile appeared. She then looked up at him shyly. “Complete. I don’t know why I just—”
He cut her off, feeling one of her ramblings coming on. “Can I trust you, Riana? Can I trust you not to trap me with a child?”
Her face turned hard and for the first time he saw true anger on her face.
“If by some freak accident I do get pregnant, you would have nothing to worry about.” She banged her fist on the table. “Damn it, Allan! Not everyone wants you for your stupid money!”
She shot out of her seat, winced, and bent forward. He knew she was in pain because of him. And after he’d used her to climb to levels of pleasure he’d never known before, he should at least give her the benefit of the doubt.
He stood up and moved to her. “Let me carry you back to bed.”
She batted his hands away. “And anyway, I didn’t have to hold you in the other six times.”
Seven? Damn. Being inside her had been so good they kind of blurred together. And no, she didn’t have to hold him in. Coming inside her was so much sweeter. When her tight walls milked him dry, his orgasm was so intense he felt it all the way to the tip of his toes.
She sank back into her seat slowly, wincing, “Is it supposed to…ache like this?”
Allan smiled at her attempt to lighten the blow. She didn’t want him to feel guilty for the pain she was in. Allan’s smile widened. The girl was an angel.
He crouched down. “How did you use to feel with Steve?” He noticed he hissed Steve’s name out. Why? The hell, he knew!
Riana blushed. “Unsatisfied, cheated. He isn’t nearly as big as you and it always ended so fast, I didn’t even realize we were having sex before it was over.”
Allan laughed. “That sounded so much like Loraine. So, what about with me?”
She blushed harder. “Every time you are inside me, I feel full, present, and included. All of me, not just…you know. Then I come apart in your arms, and float up to the clouds. When I come back down to earth, it quickly starts all over again. I don’t think I’ve ever had an orgasm, let alone that strong or so many times, before you.”
That stroked his ego and heated his blood. He reached up and kissed her lightly on her lips. “I plan on giving you many more.”
A flicker of uncertainty crossed her face. “Maybe we should wait until we get to Venice. You can buy condoms. I don’t want anything to ruin this trip. It’s the only one I’ll ever have in my entire life.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “I want it to be perfect.”
Yup, she’s a unicorn. My unicorn.
Allan felt a twinge in his chest. He’d had many trips of this nature but this one felt different. It felt more personal, more intimate. He wanted it to be perfect, too, for Riana.
He brushed her unruly hair back and kissed her forehead. “All right. If you are done eating, we should get some sleep.”
Her lips rose in a knowing smile. “Sleep or sleep?”
Allan threw his head back and laughed. “You are insatiable! As much as I want to sleep, you are too sore. And I want you to walk off the plane, not disembark in a wheelchair.”
She chuckled. “You are so arrogant!”
He tucked his arm under her knees and the other behind her back. Her arms came round his neck as he scooped her into his arms and stood up. “You must admit, I do have a right to be so.”
Her eyes glazed over with desire and his shaft rose fully to the occasion. It was going to be difficult to let her rest if she kept looking at him like that.
“Yes you do,” she whispered in a sultry voice.
Allan groaned. He needed an ice pack. Now!
* * * *
Italy. I’m actually out of the States and in another country!
Riana stepped off the plane and took a deep breath. The air was warm and relaxing and so foreign!
There wasn’t much to see at the airport but the little she did see excited her. She spread her arms out and leaned her head back. “I’m in Venice!” She kissed her fingers and blew kisses. “Ti amo Venice, ti amo!”
Allan laughed behind her but she didn’t care. She was too happy to care and, in fact, she didn’t mind sharing the love. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hung on to him so she could lift her legs off the ground and force him to support her weight.
“Wow!” He quickly wrapped his free arm around her waist and held her up against him.
“Thank you, Allan. No one has ever done anything as wonderful as this for me.” She planted a short kiss on his lips. “So are we going to the boat or sightseeing first?” she squealed in a sing song voice.
Allan chuckled. “You are really excited! I thought you’d be exhausted after our flight.” He wiggled his brows, a wolfish grin commanding his face.
Riana blushed. Allan had carried her to the bedroom with every intention of letting her sleep. But when she lifted her hands up to tie her unruly hair, out of the blue, he’d tackled her to the bed, forgetting all his good intentions. They
’d only made love once and right after she immediately fell asleep. Riana was disappointed when she woke up in bed alone. Once she’d showered in the tiny plane bathroom and ventured out the bedroom, she saw Allan was already dressed, a cup of coffee in one hand and a document in the other.
He looked so focused on it and she didn’t want to interrupt him. She had breakfast, read a magazine, and even took a nap while he worked quietly, his complete attention commanded. He had only noticed she was lying on the couch across from him when the pilot announced their descent. Only then did he turn to his right, a lazy, sexy smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye when he saw her. He stood up, crossed over to her, picked her up, kissed her senseless, and settled her in her seat before he took his next to her. Her usual anxiety had no room in her butterfly-filled belly.
“Not so much anymore. I’m too wired to sleep. Allan, I’m actually in Venice!”
“No, you are actually not,” he said laughingly, setting her down on the ground.
She quirked her brow and stared up at him. “Huh?”
Allan’s jaw tightened and a familiar look flashed in his eyes. Riana took a cautious step back. As much as she wanted Allan to lock them up in a room and make love to her for hours on end, she really wanted to go sightseeing, eat pizza and pasta, and do all the other stuff people did in Italy. She only had two weeks to do so, and she intended on spending half of it with Allan in a more vertical position, so that only left a week to experience the Italian life.
“Allan, where are we?”
He took a step closer and she took another back. “Rome.”
“Why?”
“I thought you’d like to see all of Italy,” He moved fast giving her no time to react, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her flush against him. He pressed a light kiss on her lips. “First Rome,” kiss, “Then Siena,” kiss, “Then Florence,” kiss, “Then Bologna,” kiss, “Then Milan,” kiss, “then Turin.”
Riana giggled against his lips. “I think you’ll finish the list faster without the kisses in between.”
Allan wrapped his arms around her, drawing her up on her tip toes and placed a long, feather-light kiss on her lips that mashed her mind for a moment.
“I’m in no hurry.” He brushed his lips against hers. “Now where was I…ah, yes. Then finally Genoa where we’ll take my yacht and sail around the country visiting the cities and attractions at the coast,” kiss, “Naples,” kiss, “Bari…until we finally arrive in Venice.”
Riana counted all the places he’d mentioned in her head. She was more than excited to visit them all, but how were they going to do that in two weeks? “Allan, we only have two weeks.”
He sighed, and released his hold enough so that she dropped flat on her feet. “How would you like to extend your trip?”
Extend my trip? “For how long?”
His lips spread in a slow smile. “A month…or two?”
“What?”
He leaned down and kissed her forehead, rocking her from side to side. “I know you have two months before you start your teaching course. I talked to Loraine on your way to the airport. Why not spend it having fun and learning a new language, enjoying all that Italy has to offer?”
Riana held back her excitement for a moment longer. “You wouldn’t mind spending all that money on me?”
Allan chuckled. “I’d be delighted to spoil you. And I can finally have my long deserved vacation.”
“Don’t you have work to do? I don’t want—”
He cut her off with a chaste kiss. “I’ll work on my laptop and video conference my meetings. If it’s urgent I’ll have to fly to Venice and catch up with you later.”
She nibbled on her lower lip nervously. “One more thing. Are we going to have to fly?”
Allan’s brow rose in question. “You are afraid of flying? I never would have guessed it.”
Riana chuckled. “How could you when all you were interested in was a certain naked lady.”
She swallowed a gasp when he smiled—the type of smile that said, “I’ve seen you naked, I’ve sampled your goods, and can’t wait to have more”—and an excited chill rushed down her spin.
“Oh yes. She was very distracting. The best part is, I’m going to have her in that state of undress for two whole months.”
Riana noticed he’d assumed she was going to stay those two months. She didn’t mind. He was offering a two month tour of the Italian country, a shopping spree, and all his attention, what woman could say no to that?
“Said naked lady is excited and can’t wait to start the adventure.”
* * * *
Allan wanted to sigh in relief, but he held back. He wasn’t sure she would agree to it. Hell, Loraine hadn’t given him any hope that she would when she stressed how sweet and innocent she is, nothing like the type of women he had occupy his bed. And when ‘two months’ slipped out, he was sure she was going to say no, but he kept his own startled reaction under wraps.
One couldn’t survive in his line of work if they didn’t possess an excellent poker face.
He’d done another thing he hadn’t planned—promised to flack off work to show her all of Italy. Allan didn’t like not being present during large takeovers like he knew Casa Italiano was going to be but, for once in his life, he was going to put himself ahead of everyone else, including Melody.
Taking care of Melody had been his only interest since their father’s death three years ago. Their mother had died four years before that, leaving their father a shell of who he used to be. Allan always thought the day Rose Sullivan took her final breath was the same day Allan Senior died, too. He only stayed alive long enough to teach Allan the ropes on running Sinclair Enterprises.
The day he closed on his first takeover was the day Allan Senior announced he had stage four pancreatic cancer and had no intention of trying to fight it because, ‘he was a lonely sixty-five year old and as much as he loved his children, he wanted nothing more than to join the love of his life.’
Allan clenched his jaw, the familiar resentment coming to surface. The man had been diagnosed a year before and only took medication that would keep him around long enough for a long, final, all-issues-covered goodbye.
Melody saw their father’s death—Allan saw it as a suicide—as an incredible love story and she cried more tears of joy than of sorrow at his funeral. She wasn’t as broken as when they had laid their mother to rest. According to her, their father’s lunacy was a romantic gesture and she wanted a husband who showed such dedication to their love even in death. She wanted a soul mate who’d feel as incomplete as their father did when his soul mate died—one who couldn’t go on with life without her.
The girl had only just become legal to drink, what did she know?
Allan just found the old man to be selfish. And because of that, he didn’t want to fall madly, emphasis on mad, in love and have children, only to pull the same selfish act when ‘the love of his life, his soul mate died. No, he enjoyed this arrangement just fine. A different woman for each trip to keep him company and keep him entertained for a short while. He’d even contemplated proposing to Theresa. It would have been a parasitic, she being the parasite, union, but one that would keep his heart out of it and no offspring. Theresa cringed at the sight of kids.
Allan felt his body get pushed back and he took a step back to steady himself. He looked down and couldn’t help but smile at her quirked brow, the edge of her lips turned down in a slight frown. Does she know how innocently cute she looks with that puzzled look on her face?
“Hey, where did you go just now?”
“It doesn’t matter, I’m back now.” He pulled her to his side and led them to the black Escalade that just pulled up next to the plane. “How about some shopping?”
She shrugged, hugging his waist. “We do need a few things. A change of clothes for one, and something light for you, because that suit looks good on you, but you must be burning up.”
Allan almost stopped walking. We? She sa
id we and not only that, but she was worried about him getting heat stroke. All the women he’d brought, especially Theresa, would have started with I. Instead of worrying about him, they’d be demanding to know if they were going to a five star hotel and if his black Visa was going to buy a dinner gown that would multiply to an outfit for different times of the day.
And the yacht thing—sailing and living in the yacht instead of flying first class from city to city. They would have thrown a hissy fit, which would’ve immediately lead him to calling a taxi and booking them the next flight back home. Riana hadn’t even asked where they were going to stay! Or had she just assumed it would be the best of everything because he was a billionaire?
Why not put it to the test?
He ushered her into the car, handed the driver his briefcase then climbed in after her. With a noncommittal grunt he began. “Where would you like to stay and would you like to buy a dress for dinner?”
Riana stared at him like he’d asked her for the solution to world hunger. He arched his brow, prompting her to speak.
She shrugged. “I don’t know. Anywhere you want is fine. And a dinner dress? I figured we’d order room service. We’ll be tired after sightseeing.” She blushed, quickly turning away from him. “And you know…the whole making love at night thing you wanted to do. I’m cool with that plan, unless you want to change it?”
Yes, she was proving his theory of her being a unicorn with every single word she said.
He hooked his finger under her chin and turned her head around to face him. She kept her eyes low, her lower lip pulled into her mouth—something he’d come to notice as her being nervous, especially when she nibbled—and her hands folded at her lap.
“Look at me, Riana,” he whispered. After a heartbeat or two, she looked up. He could see the worry in her eyes. He leaned down slightly and taking his cue, she tipped her head back. “No. I like that plan, we’ll stick to that.” She released her lower lip just in time for him to capture it in a kiss.
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