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torso, then nibbled their way down his body.
    He watched her, loving the feel of her cool hair against his heated skin. His pants felt damned uncomfortable. When her tongue darted out and brushed against his nipple, he arched off the pillows and put his hand on the back of her head, urging her to stay where she was.
    Still, she eased her way down his chest. She traced each of the muscles that ribbed his abdomen and then slowly made her way lower. He could feel his heartbeat in his erection and he knew he was going to lose it if he didn’t take control.
    But another part of him wanted to just sit back and let her have her way with him. When she reached the edge of his pants, she stopped and glanced up to his face.
    Her hand brushed over his erection. “Did you like that?”
    “Sì, cara mia,” he said, pulling her to him. He lifted her slightly so that her lace-covered nipples brushed his chest.
    “Let’s see what you like,” he said.
    She suddenly diverted her gaze and nibbled her lips, and he realized she didn’t want to let him see what made her vulnerable. Moments before, he had no problems with letting Nathalie know exactly how much her body and her touch turned him on.
    He told her so, in softly whispered words. He buried his face against her neck and drew her body close to his until she was pressed to him, tucked tightly to him.
    He skimmed his hands all over her body, up and down her back, unclasping her bra and pulling it down her arms and tossing it away.
    “I like the feel of your chest against me,” she said.
    Blood roared in his ears. He was so hard right now that he needed to be inside her.
    But he took his time making love to her. Slowly he unbuttoned her jeans and drew them down her legs. They were long and lean and so soft to his touch. He pushed the fabric aside and then sat on his heels near her feet and just looked at her.
    She lay back against the multicolored pillows. Clad only in a pair of pink panties, she was exquisitely beautiful and he was glad that he was the man who would claim her tonight.
    He caressed her creamy thighs. Dio, she was soft and so responsive. It was as if she were made to be his. They were equals in other areas of life, so he shouldn’t have been surprised that they were here as well.
    She moaned as he neared her center and then sighed when he brushed his fingertips across the crotch of her panties. When her long legs shifted and opened, he moved between them, keeping his eyes on her.
    The cotton was warm and wet. He slipped one finger under the material and hesitated for a second, looking down into her eyes.
    Her eyes were heavy lidded. She bit down on her lower lip and he felt the minute movements of her hips as she tried to move his touch where she needed it.
    He wasn’t done teasing her or himself with the building passion between them. He nudged her panties aside and teased her opening. Tracing with his fingers, feeling the humid warmth of her body spilling out, beckoning him to come deeper. He teased her with just the tip of his finger, and she moaned and reached down to grasp his shoulders.
    “What are you feeling?” he asked in Italian, needing to know.
    “I can’t translate Italian now,” she said breathlessly.
    He laughed. She’d brought him down to the very base of the man he was. He’d forgotten to speak English, which they’d almost used exclusively in their conversations. “Pardon me. You go to my head.”
    “Good.” She squirmed against him.
    He kissed her, and her mouth opened under his, her tongue tangling with his. He was so hard right now he thought he’d come in his pants. She was pure feminine temptation and he had her in his arms.
    He nibbled on her and held her at his mercy as his fingers continued to tease between her legs. Her nails dug into his shoulders and she arched into him.
    He rolled over so that he was under her. He stroked her back and spine, scraping his nail down the length of it. He followed the line of her back down the