Page 85 of Claimed At First Sight

It bothers me that I missed her discovering the greenhouse. By the time I joined her, she had her defenses back in place.

I step toward the desk tucked into the corner of the sitting room and open my laptop. A few keystrokes later, the estate security feed appears on the screen. I enlarge the greenhouse footage and rewind it to when Mia slips out of the ballroom.

Then I watch.

Wrapped in what appears to be white tablecloths, she pauses outside the entrance, hesitating before curiosity wins out.

I can tell she’s freezing. Reckless woman. It’s becoming more and more obvious she requires supervision.

Wandering around in an evening gown during a Chicago winter was foolish. This isn’t Sicily. Though I doubt she’ll make that mistake again. She doesn’t strike me as someone who needs the same lesson twice.

She steps inside and slowly turns beneath the hanging orchids and lanterns, taking everything in. Her eyes are wide, and her lips part. The wonder is impossible to miss. Then a smile spreads across her face. She looks… enchanted.

I knew she would love it. Every detail of that greenhouse was designed to appeal to her.

She settles onto the sofa beside the fireplace, looking at ease there, almost as though she’d always belonged.

She does.

Mialina Accardi belongs in my world.

Then Bruce’s daughter appears beside her. My head gardener has spent weeks preparing the conservatory for Mia’s arrival, and his daughter has been helping him plant and arrange every detail.

Judging by the expression on Mia’s face, the effort was worthwhile.

I watch until the moment I enter, and Mia’s defenses slide back into place.

I fast-forward to the moment we nearly kiss and zoom in on her face. The conflict inside her is obvious. She wants me, but refuses to admit it.

My little rebel, you might as well give in. This isn’t a fight you can win.

I shut the laptop and head for the shower with the image of her still fixed in my mind.

Shrugging off my clothes, I step beneath the spray. Steam curls around me as I close my eyes and let the hot water run over my skin.

Those last moments with Mia in the greenhouse return with brutal clarity. Her breathing changed first. Then her pulse. I felt both beneath my fingers.

She tilted toward me without even realizing it. Her eyes had gone unfocused, drawn to my mouth as if she’d forgotten every reason she should resist.

Another few seconds and I would have kissed her. And she would have let me.

I felt the exact moment her body stopped fighting the pull between us and started leaning into it instead.

She was halfway to surrender when I opened my mouth. In hindsight, speaking might have been a mistake. Lesson learned.

I stand beneath the hot spray, trying to relax my body.

Mia may defy me, but her body reacts to me all the same. Mine certainly does, even just thinking about her.

My cock is rock hard to the point of pain. A slow breath leaves me as tension coils tighter beneath my skin. I tilt my head back and let the water stream over my face, but it does nothing to clear Mia from my thoughts.

Those dark eyes.

That wicked mouth.

Soon I’ll have Mia on her knees for me, pleasing me. I grip my length, imagining pushing into Mia’s mouth until she’s taken every single inch of me down her throat.

Her tongue swirls around my cock as I thrust into the warmth of her mouth. She swallows hard, the movement of her muscles enough to make me come undone.