Page 211 of My Italian Love Affair

She stills for just a beat. I see it - the way her throat works as she swallows, the way something unreadable flickers in her eyes.

She knows what I mean, and I meant what I said.

But instead of addressing it, she huffs out a breath and forces a smirk.

"And if I behave myself?" she asks. "Will I get another exclusive?"

"Absolutely." I roll on top of her, pinning her beneath the weight of my body. "And you can interview meverythoroughly while I recover from my goal-scoring, trophy-lifting, game-winning performance."

"God, you’re insufferable," she groans, flopping back against the pillows.

I chuckle as I lower my lips to her ear, my stubble grazing her skin.

"And yet," I whisper, "you can’t resist me."

She opens her mouth to argue, but I move lower, my lips tracing along her throat, sucking lightly at her pulse point, and shemelts.

"See?" I tease, voice thick with amusement as her legs wrap easily around my waist. "No resistance."

"I… I could resist if I wanted to," she breathes.

I lift my head, eyes glinting. "Is that so?"

"Yes."

"Okay,bella,” I smirk. “Let’s test that theory."

I move lower, my mouth trailing over her collarbone, my hand gliding down her stomach, slipping between her thighs.

She gasps the second my fingers stroke over her clit.

“Still resisting?”

I keep my touch featherlight, teasing her until she’strembling beneath me, her fingers tangling in my hair, her breath coming in soft, desperate whimpers.

"Still resisting?" I repeat, voice rough.

She barely manages to shake her head, and I chuckle darkly.

"Stubborn woman."

I push two fingers inside her, and shemoans, her hips lifting to meet my touch.

"Say it," I command. "Say it,Daphne."

"I -" She gasps as my thumb circles her clit, her whole body tensing beneath me. "I can’t resist you."

And just like that, she falls apart for me.

Slow, and soft, andperfect.

*

We lie there for a while, tangled up in her sheets,again,bodies warm and heavy.

The room is quiet, save for the slow, steady rhythm of our breaths, but it’s a good silence - one that’s full of contentment.

Daphne is draped over me, her head resting against my chest, her fingers absentmindedly tracing small circles over my chest. I close my eyes, letting myself sink into the warmth of her body against mine.

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