Page 16 of Twin Surprise for the Italian Doc
The grand, if half-baked, plan of finding someone suitable to father her child had not even been a consideration when Georgia had made that promise to Matteo that this was safe.
The fact that she’d lied to him by inferring that shewas on the Pill or in a safe part of her cycle had also been dismissed as unimportant as she allowed herself to be swept away on this tidal wave of pure desire.
Okay, maybe that whisper of warning had returned to try and sneak past the breath-stealing anticipation as she led Matteo to her bedroom in the accommodation block but it had been a short walk and all it had needed to send any doubtsinto oblivion had been the look in Matteo’s eyes and the touch of his fingers as he began to unbutton her shirt. Her knees almost buckled as he bent his head to kiss the curve of her breasts just before he undid the clasp of her bra and somehow tipping her head back in ecstasy had the same effect on the rest of her body and there they were—squashed onto the narrow confines of her single bed.
The size of that bed made it so much harder to shed the rest of their clothing but it didn’t seem to matter. Any awkwardness dissolved under low peals of laughter, of pausing to share another passionate kiss. Of moving to make things easier that only brought new areas of their skin into contact. The only light came from the moon beyond an unshaded window but Georgia didn’t need to use her eyes todiscover that Matteo’s body was as perfect as she had suspected. She only needed her fingers and her lips and sometimes her tongue to explore the planes of hard muscle, the soft fur of masculine hair and the exquisitely tender skin in secret places.
She only needed her own skin to experience the power in his hands but it was her heart that registered the astonishing gentleness with which thatpower was being harnessed.
Georgia had never been made love to like this. Carried to a place of such a mind-blowing release that it was inevitable that the roller-coaster would dip in its aftermath. Even so, it was a bit of a shock to find it so hard to swallow past a painful constriction in her throat as she lay in Matteo’s arms, feeling the thump of his heartbeat finally returning to a normallevel.
If she had been a crying type—which she certainly wasn’t—she would have tears trickling down her face by now, wouldn’t she?
It was a shock, too, to realise how hard it was going to be to walk away from this man.
She’d just given Matteo more than her body. Right now, her brain was fighting to retrieve her heart.
‘I want to see you again,’ Matteo murmured. ‘Soon...’
Georgia turned herhead so that she couldn’t get undone by those eyes. She wanted to see him again soon as well. So much that it scared her.
‘You live in Italy,’ she reminded him. ‘Scotland is a long way away.’
‘Nessun problema.’He was smiling. ‘I can find a way. I’m ready for new adventures. Scotland must be a very exciting place to work on rescue helicopters, yes? Lots of mountain work?’
Oh...help... How amazingwould that be? To have Matteo living and working in Scotland? To be with him again, likethis...
Again and again. To forge a relationship that could last the rest of their lives?
She’d done it again, hadn’t she? Fallen in love at the drop of a hat and now she was dreaming of that little church and the house with a picket fence and a whole tribe of adorable children.
She couldn’t do this.
She’dpromisedherself she would never be stupid enough to do this again. And she’d meant it.
The sliver of fear already in existence gathered force and shivered its way down her spine. There was a hint of anger there as well, that she’d allowed herself to let things go this far.
Not just the falling-in-love kind of far. She’d taken a huge risk in having unprotected sex.
Using Matteo as a spermdonor hadn’t even crossed her mind when she had been swept away by this overwhelming chemistry. When she’d told him it was safe, it had been because she had somehow convinced herself that she was in a safe part of her cycle.
She had to be, because she hadn’t been able to fight a desire like nothing she’d ever experienced before.
However long the odds were, however, the possibility was there.And if she hadn’t won that spin of the pregnancy roulette wheel, there would be consequences she didn’t want to have to think about.
What she could think about were the consequences of imagining that this initial head-rush of falling in love could last and become something permanent and trustworthy.
She knew how unlikely that was.
She knew how gutting it was when the dreams crashed and burned.
Georgia had just had one perfect night. The best thing she could do would be to keep it like that. Bottle it into a memory that would never get tarnished.
‘I can’t do that,’ she heard herself whisper, her words strained with the effort of releasing them.
She felt the subtle shift of Matteo’s body. The birth of a tension that encompassed bewilderment and something else. Something darker.
‘Whynot? I... I thought we had something special here,cara.’
