Page 6 of Hidden Heir, Italian Wife

She had to slide her hand up to his neck and curl it behind his skull to urge him to come down farther. To seal his hot mouth over her eager lips andoh. He kissed her with such slow, drugging impact, she melted against the door.

At a distance, she thought,This is different.

Not because there was novelty in kissing someone new, although there was that, but also because his effect on her was so profound.

He lifted his head briefly, eyes glittering with something she couldn’t decipher. Heat and revelation, maybe. As though he was also surprised.

Then his lips dragged across hers again, the pleasure sharp and deep and expansive. Maybe it was the freedom of having no history or future with him. It allowed her to let go in a way she wouldn’t have if she’d expected to see him again, but she let herself become more and more immersed in their kiss. Letting him feast in his unhurried, claiming way.

Today was heronlychance to know him in an intimate way, though. She found herself greedy to consume him in one gulp. She didn’t want to be coaxed or treated gently. Through lunch and all the light flirting, he’d kindled her curiosity and sensuality. Now raw sexual hunger caught and burned within her. It went beyond yearning. It was craving. Urgency.

She licked into his mouth with blatant invitation and felt him stiffen.

That made her feel powerful, but her smile of satisfaction had barely touched her lips when his hand slid up from her waist and massaged her breast through the light cotton of her dress. His kiss deepened, becoming more demanding as he dragged her into a miasma of passion. His hungry mouth trailed into her throat and her nipple stung where his thumb teased it through the fabric of her dress.

She writhed, pinned beneath the unforgiving door and the press of his weight. When she wormed her hand between them to find the stiff shape pressing against her hip, his breath hissed in.

“Are you sure you’ve never done this?” he asked in a graveled tone.

“I’m not a virgin, if that’s what you mean.”

In many ways she felt like it, though. She had never experienced anything like the way he was making her feel. The greed. Thesurrender.

He bent to scrape his teeth across the tip of her breast, then sucked at her nipple through cotton and bra. The intense sensations grew until she whimpered. He straightened. His mouth came back to hers, rough and commanding. Somehow, he had picked up the hem of her skirt. Air danced across her thighs. His touch skimmed her plain underwear, then his wide palm arrived between her thighs, claiming her in a firm squeeze that made her abdomen contract with alarmed excitement. Heat flooded into the press of his hand.

What had she unleashed?

Turning her head, she gasped, “Do you have a condom?”

“I don’t need a condom for this,bella.” He slid the placket of her underwear aside and his fingertip delicately slid into her soaked folds, making her groan with pleasure.

She felt his smile before he smothered her with another kiss.

The sounds from the street below carried in, but all she really knew was the breadth of his shoulders and the drag of his mouth and the way his touch rolled and dipped and circled, making her stomach tense and tremble with anticipation. They kissed in flagrant licks and passionate clashes. She squeezed his erection through his trousers, hoping she was delivering as much erotic delight as she was receiving, but she was losing her hold on reality.

“We should…” She could hardly form words.

“Die your little death,dolcezza. It’s what you want, isn’t it?” His lazy touch slid in a delicious, unrelenting rhythm, invading and retreating.

She couldn’t fight it. As climax rose to overtake her, she clutched at his shirt and bit her lip. She pushed her face into the hollow of his shoulder while her inner muscles clamped on the finger that impaled her. Waves of joy rolled over her, making her moan with abandon while he continued to caress her.

He held her close in the aftermath while she leaned weakly into him, panting in astonished joy.

“That is how it’s done,bella,” he said against her ear. “You give me the freedom to touch you and I make you forget where you are.”

“Yes, please.” She let her head fall back.

He kissed her again, tasting of deprivation. Demand. It thrilled her.

They began pulling at each other’s clothes, barely speaking.

CHAPTER TWO

Jax settled ontohis back after discarding the condom, still damp with perspiration, head pillowed on his arm, heart rate not yet steady, mind blown by the intensity of his orgasm.

He wasn’t sure why their lovemaking had been so potent, but he’d actually forgotten where he was as well. His only point of consciousness had been the way their bodies rang in unison.

Why? It hadn’t been that long since his last affair. He was twenty-eight, wealthy, and good-looking. Women threw themselves at him all the time. When they were clear about wanting a brief and uncomplicated encounter, he indulged.

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