read my mind,” she said, moving toward him and unzipping her dress as she walked.
He’d been unfastening the buttons on his shirt but his hands stilled as her dress slid to her hips and then she stepped out of it.
Her pulse drummed as she unhooked her black lace bra and then dropped it on the floor next to her cocktail dress. She felt Vitt’s heavy-lidded gaze focus on her full, bare breasts, and her nipples tightened, puckering, and then his gaze dropped lower as she peeled off her black silk panties.
The air felt cool on her naked body and for a moment she wanted to cover herself but she didn’t. Instead she held her ground and stood before him in just her black high heels and the emerald choker. She let him look, let him get his fill, before she slowly approached him.
His dark eyes burned her as she pushed him backward to sit on the edge of the bed. Her hands shook as she finished unbuttoning his shirt and pushed the soft cotton fabric over his shoulders and down his arms. As she freed his arms he reached out, palmed one of her breasts. Jillian shivered with pleasure, her legs like jelly.
She’d meant to be the one seducing him. She’d meant to show him she could give him the same pleasure he gave her, but Vittorio caught her in his arms, and rolled her onto her back and kissed her deeply, thoroughly. It was the way he used to kiss her before she’d run away from him, before she’d hid the pregnancy from him, before everything had become so awful.
She loved the kiss. She loved him. “Vittorio,” she whispered against his mouth, burying her hands in his thick dark hair. He felt so good. He felt like everything she wanted and needed.
He pulled away to remove his trousers and then once naked, he stretched out over her, kissing her again, and then lower on her neck, and then down to her breasts where his tongue bathed and flicked one taut nipple, then the other.
He reached down between her thighs, discovered she was wet and then used his damp fingers to caress her, playing with the sensitive nub until she squirmed against his hand.
“You are always so greedy,” he murmured in amusement as he stroked her again, apparently enjoying how her body shuddered and jerked against his.
“It’s greedy to want you?”
“It’s greedy to rush me,” he answered.
“I can’t help it. I just want you. Not an orgasm. Just you.”
“That I can do.”
She closed her eyes as his powerful thighs pushed her legs open wider. His erection was long and heavy and she felt it brush against her, and then Vittorio was entering her, stretching her to accommodate him.
She loved this moment when they became one, loved the feeling of possession and connection. So much of her life she felt alone, but when they were together like this, she felt whole and peaceful.
He slowly began to move in her and her hands stroked the length of his back, his skin warm and satin smooth beneath her palms. His body was hard and lean, beautifully muscled and she relished the width of his back, the smallness of his waist, the leanness of his hips and the small strong muscles in his butt.
She ran her hands over his butt, feeling the muscles tighten with each thrust of his powerful hips even as she pressed her mouth to his chest, his neck and his jaw. He smelled so good. He felt even better. I love you, she thought, as his hard strong body pushed her to the pinnacle of pleasure. I will love you forever.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
THEY’D made love again during the night and Jillian woke early the next morning still wrapped in Vittorio’s arms.
It was the most amazing feeling in the world to wake in his arms. The most amazing thing to feel so safe. So loved. Because in his arms, against his warm chest, she felt loved. She felt perfect.
This was perfect. He was perfect. They could make this work, they could.
Turning in Vitt’s arms, she pressed her cheek to his firm chest, her thighs brushing his. Closing her eyes she listened to the steady beat of his heart. She loved listening to his heart. It made everything simple and real. He was a man. She was a woman. And they fit together.
“What are you thinking about, cara?” Vitt’s deep voice asked, rumbling through her.
“You. Me. Us. Everything.”
“All without coffee?” he teased, lifting