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    Blindly, she dropped the phone into his pants pocket, and curled her arms around his back. The tenseness in her bones unraveled with the penetration of each searching stroke of his tongue. Tracy clung to him, digging into the rigid muscles flanking his spine. The intensity of the kiss thickened, rising into a pleasure strung erotic act like nothing she’d experienced in her life.
    S agging against him, she let go, rejoicing in the ripe exotic flavor of his kisses. Warmth from his palm spread down the slope of her neck, the pad of his thumb turning circles over the thin skin throbbing at the base of her throat. Tracy groaned, feeling the weight of his hand descend down her chest, gripping at the ribs beneath her breast.
    Giovanni pulled back, the smile evaporating from his face. Anguish notched between his brows and shadows played against his masculine features. A flush of anticipation swept through her. His arms closed around her and Tracy melted into his powerful frame. The sweet taste of wine filled her senses, tender and consuming. He devoured the hums of her desire, possessing her with his kiss.
    The sounds of JC rambling off a s hort list of garbled remarks, full of awe and sarcasm, echoed through the evening air.
    Tracy pulled back, panting, s aturated with need and distress. She brought her hands to his wrists, clutching the thickness. He pressed a soft kiss to her lips and then another. She couldn’t force herself to let go, leaning against the comforting contours of his body.
    Folding her hands in his, Giovanni brought the pale flesh of her palms to his lips. He gave her a short nod, conceding that it was time to go and escorted her to the open door of the taxi. He kissed her one last time, dragging his mouth over her forehead, hairline and the sensitive spot behind her ear. “Buona notte, Amore Mio.”
    “ Good night.” Breathless, she nipped the lobe of his ear. Tracy whispered her own promise as she kissed him goodbye, “I’m saving this mask for you.”
    JC ducked into the taxi and slid across the seat. Tracy followed.
    “ Giovanni —“ She beamed up at him, “—best date ever.”
    A sultry smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he shut the door.
    The taxi pulled away from the cathedral and Tracy closed her eyes sinking into the back seat.
    “What. The. Hell. Was that?” JC exclaimed.
    H appiness radiated off her in a glow of energy. She shrugged like a giddy schoolgirl. “He is amazing!” She squealed in delight grabbing her sister’s hands and wiggling her bum in the seat. 
    “Thank God I don’t smoke! I would’ve burned through a pack of cigarettes just watching the two of you.” JC flopped back in the seat, throwing her hands in the air with orgasmic magnitude. “That was like…like…fucking hot!”
    A rush of heat scorched across her chest and face. Tracy held her hands out. “I’m shaking.”
    “No wonder you wanted to go home with him! Have you been making out like that all night long?”
    “ Hmm?” Tracy delayed, pondering how many details she should share with her sister. No. No, no. I can’t tell her that. The scent of him filled her nose as she searched for the ribbon in her hair. Tracy knew she wouldn’t wash her hair in the morning just so his memory would keep with her on the flight home. I might even wear my damn dress on the way home.
    “I said, how long—“ JC narrowed one eye raking and inquisitive glare over Tracy. “Holy shit! Did you have sex with him?”
    “Shhh .” Tracy wrinkled her nose pointing at the driver.
    “ Oh calm down, he doesn’t even speak English. Did you?”
    “No. We didn’t, I only, we just kissed.”
    “I call bullshit! There is no way you only made out with him. You look like you just had an extreme case of Cirque du Soleil sex!”
    Tracy felt as if she’d been slayed by Casanova himself. “ You saw the way he kisses. I feel like I just had sex with just my mouth.”
    JC mouth dropped open with a gasp.