Page 145 of My Italian Love Affair

She parts her lips. No words come out.

Just like that night at the gala, just like when I had her in my hands, raw and wanting and completely fuckingmine.

Iknewshe didn’t want me to stop then.

And she doesn’t want me to stop now.

"That’s what I thought."

And then I kiss her.

I don’t ease into it. Ican’t. The moment my mouth meets hers, it’s a collision, a force of gravity pulling us together, too strong to fight.

Her body arches into mine, soft curves molding against hard muscle as my hands roam beneath the thin fabric of her blouse. My fingers drag up her ribs, pressing against smooth, hot skin as I lift the material higher, desperate to feelmore.

"Still hate me?" I murmur against her lips, my tone thick with amusement.

She glares up at me, her green eyes narrowed and dark with something else entirely.

"More than ever."

“Liar.”

The bench beneath her creaks slightly as I press her against it, slotting myself even closer, until every point of contact is charged, burning. I shift, slipping a leg between hers, and -fuck.

A soft, unbidden sound escapes her lips, and it goes straight to my cock.

Her blouse is in my hands now, sliding up and over her head, and when I finally get a full view of her, my breath catches.

Fuck, fuck,fuck.

"You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this," I murmur, my fingers skimming over the lace of her bra, my other hand already working at the button of her jeans. "You’ve been on my mind constantly since that night."

She exhales a sharp breath, her chest rising against my hand.

“You mean the night you were an insufferable asshole?"

"You’ll have to be more specific,bella,” I smirk, brushing mylips over her jaw. “I’m an insufferable asshole most nights."

She lets out a breathless laugh -fuck, I love that sound - but then my fingers flick the button open, and the sound turns into a sharp inhale.

I don’t waste time.

I don’t tease.

I drag the denim down her thighs and calves, and she lifts her hips instinctively, letting me strip her.

Her body is a fuckingdream- all smooth, warm curves and soft skin, spread out beneath me like something I never should’ve had.

But now that I have, I can’t let go.

My fingers skim over the waistband of her panties, teasing, and she shifts slightly, her breath uneven.

I lean in, my lips grazing the shell of her ear.

"Ammettilo," I murmur, my voice low and rough.Admit it."You’ve thought about this too."

She doesn’t answer with words, but her body betrays her.

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