Page 146 of My Italian Love Affair

Her back arches, her hips lifting instinctively towards me, seeking more.

Anddio, Ilovethis.

I love watching her unravel. I love feeling the way she reacts to me, the way her bodyknowswhat it wants, even when she refuses to say it.

"Tell me," I urge, my knee pressing more firmly between her thighs.

She shakes her head, stubborn, even as she clings to me.

But I’m nothing if not persistent.

My grip tightens against her hip, my fingers flexing against her skin. I lower myself again, my mouth brushing hers.

"Dai,giornalista," I whisper. "Tell me I’m not the only one who’s been losing my mind over this."

She swallows hard, her pulse hammering against my lips.

And then, finally -finally-

"Fine," she breathes, pulling me closer so that my bare chest is pressed against hers, her nails digging into my back. "MaybeI have thought about it."

I smirk, triumphant; but before I can gloat, she crashes her mouth onto mine, and -fuck.

I groan against her lips, my grip on her tightening as I shift, pressing my thigh between her legs, feeling the wet heat through her panties.

"Finally," I mutter against her mouth, my breath ragged. "I was starting to think you’d keep fighting this forever."

She pulls back just enough to meet my eyes, hers dark and full of something dangerous.

"Oh, I still might."

"È così?"Is that so?"Then I’ll just have to convince you."

I kiss her harder, hungrier, my hands roaming every inch of her skin, committing her body to memory. My fingers brush over the centre of her soaked panties, and shewhimpersagainst my mouth.

Fuckingwhimpers.

"Cristo santo," I breathe, dragging my fingers over the wet fabric.Holy christ."You’re already so fucking wet for me."

I hook my fingers into her panties, dragging them over her thighs, down her legs, tossing them to the floor as she doesthe same with her bra.

And then she’s laid out before me, completely fuckingbare.

I inhale sharply, my cock throbbing, and before I can think better of it, my hand is between her legs, my fingers sliding through the slick heat of her pussy.

She gasps, her back arching, her hands grasping at my arms.

"You want it, baby?" I murmur, watching her face as I circle my fingers over her swollen clit.

Her head tips back against the bench, her lips parted, her hips shifting against my hand.

I can feel how wet she is. Ihearit.

And I want nothing more than to taste her again.

"I need to hear you say it."

She exhales shakily, her fingers digging into my biceps.

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