Page 27 of Tempting the President
Something passes between them, and I feel Patrizio’s hand tighten at my waist.
“I’ll need a minute.”
Patrizio’s words have me quickly shaking my head. “I can just head back down on my own—”
Patrizio presses the elevator button as he cuts me off. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
Uh, hello?Does henotsee he’s being equally ridiculous?
“It’s just an elevator ride back to the cafe. I can manage—”
The words dry up in my throat as Gianluca steps forward, saying something to Patrizio too low for me to hear. Patrizio’s expression darkens for a split second before smoothing out again.
“I know you can,” Patrizio agrees, his voice gentle but firm. “But I still insist on walking you back.”
I have no choice but to follow him inside the elevator, but as soon as the doors close, Patrizio has me backed against the wall, and his hands braced on either side of my head.
Oh...no.
“I’m sorry about having to postpone our discussion.”
“I’m not.”
Patrizio only smiles, but it still feels like he’s called me a liar to my face.
“I want to kiss you.”
Oh!
“If you don’t want me to—”
His head starts to bend.
“Now’s the time to tell me to stop.”
Yes, stop.
I know that’s what I should say.
But instead I find myself reaching up and fisting my hands in his sweater, pulling him closer until there’s no space left between us.
His mouth finds mine with hunger that makes my entire body come alive. It’s nothing at all like the controlled seduction he demonstrated before. This time, it’s all raw need and barely restrained desire, and all I can do is gasp as his hands slide up to cup my breasts through my blouse.
“You like that, darling?”
His thumbs find my nipples as he asks this, and all I can do is moan. He starts working the buttons of my blouse with efficient fingers, and my head falls back against the elevator wall as he pushes the fabric aside.
My body shudders as I finally feel his touch against my bare skin.
“So damn beautiful...”
His mouth latches on to my breast, and I bite my lip to keep myself from crying out as his tongue circles my nipple. But when he starts sucking gently then harder, my control shatters, and his name slips out in a cry.
“Patrizio...”
“I know.” His free hand slides up my thigh, under my skirt, fingers finding the edge of my underwear. “Let me make you come, Jayne. Right here, right now.”
The combination of his mouth on my breast and his fingers so close to where I need them most makes my legs tremble. I’m so close, so desperate for release that I can’t think about where we are or why this is insane.
