The Italian
“A hot wind picked her up and blew her away, together with all her self-control and common sense. All she could feel was his mouth on hers and nothing else beyond heat and electricity zinging through her system.
It was a deeper kiss than before, tongue exploring her mouth, one big hand covering the back of her head, holding her to him tightly, the other around her back.
It took her a few seconds to realize what an awkward position that was, and the instant she shifted to get closer to him, he pi...cked her up one-armed and pulled her onto his lap. Automatically her legs opened. Her skirt hitched up, no hindrance at all, and in a moment she was straddling him.
He was amazingly strong, more powerful than any other man she’d ever touched. His breathing didn’t even change when he picked her up as easily as you’d pick up a small child.
Sitting on his lap like this, they were as close as if they were in bed together. As their mouths melded, she leaned forward, one arm hooked around his neck, the other on his biceps.MoreLess
It was a deeper kiss than before, tongue exploring her mouth, one big hand covering the back of her head, holding her to him tightly, the other around her back.
It took her a few seconds to realize what an awkward position that was, and the instant she shifted to get closer to him, he pi...cked her up one-armed and pulled her onto his lap. Automatically her legs opened. Her skirt hitched up, no hindrance at all, and in a moment she was straddling him.
He was amazingly strong, more powerful than any other man she’d ever touched. His breathing didn’t even change when he picked her up as easily as you’d pick up a small child.
Sitting on his lap like this, they were as close as if they were in bed together. As their mouths melded, she leaned forward, one arm hooked around his neck, the other on his biceps.MoreLess
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