Free VITTORIO'S WOMAN (The Vittorio Series) by Kimberley Reeves

could only imagine what she looked like now that she’d shimmied out of the tiny scrap of lace. 
    He lay there as still as a statue, afraid to do or say anything that might induce her to change her mind.   But when she came to him, when the heat of her body chased away the chill that had settled in his bones and her kisses sent a throbbing ache to his groin that begged for release, Simon couldn’t contain himself any longer.
    “ Mio amore, mia vita ,” he murmured with mounting passion, “do you know what you do to me?”  He took her hand and pressed a kiss to the palm then brought it to his chest.  “Feel how my madly my heart beats for you, cara .”
    Lilly closed her eyes for a moment, the slamming rhythm of her own heart matching the thunderous pounding beneath her fingertips.   She drew her hand away and brought her mouth to the very same spot, letting her lips linger to savor the taste of his skin before she brought them back to his mouth.  A hungry growl rumbled deep in his throat and Lilly drew back in surprise when the muscles in her abdomen clenched in fierce response.
    “What is it, cara ?”
    “Nothing, it’s just…I feel strange.”
    “Strange?”  Simon reached out and pulled her down on top of him.  “Tell me how you feel now, Lilly.  Do you still feel strange?”
    “Oh , yes,” she purred as his hands began a slow exploration of her body.  “I’ve never felt this way before.  It’s like…like when you take a shot of whiskey and it warms you from the inside out.”  She squirmed against him, loving the way his firm muscles felt against the softness of her own body.  “I want…I want to touch you Simon,” she said in a hoarse whisper. 
    Air hissed from his lungs.   “ Si, mio tesoro .  My darling, touch me.”
    Emboldened by the desperate need in his voice, Lilly sat up and straddled his thighs, noting with a great deal of satisfaction that Simon’s breathing had become decidedly ragged.   She splayed her fingers across his chest, enthralled by the soft tufts of hair that trailed from his pectoral muscles to his ribbed abs; a trail she followed with slow, sweeping motions until it was no longer good enough just to touch him.  She wanted to take him inside of her and put an end to this aching need, to experience the joy of becoming part of him. 
    Lilly leaned forward intending to kiss Simon and was instantly assaulted by a series of violent tremors when the shift in her position brought the sensitive flesh between her thighs up against his rigid length.   Intense waves of pleasure rolled over her, through her, and for a few mind shattering minutes Lilly was powerless to do anything but ride the glorious sensations to the end. 
    Embarrassment quickly followed on the heels of elation; surely it wasn’t normal to climax before they’d even made love!   She was disappointed in herself for having lost control, and Simon obviously shared that emotion because he was delivering a long string of muttered Italian phrases and looking rather grim at the moment.
    Wanting nothing more than to race back to her room and hide under the covers for the rest of her life , and certain Simon would be happy to let her go, Lilly attempted to move off of him.  But Simon would have nothing of it, easily restraining her by keeping his hands planted firmly on each hip.  She grew even more anxious when his hands slid up her ribs and glided around to cup her breasts. 
    He had to know she’d already climaxed so why was he still trying to arouse her instead of taking his own pleasure?   She’d ruined it for both of them because there was no way he could get her as hot as she’d…oh!  Lilly drew in a sharp breath when his thumbs raked over the peaks of her breasts.  She could feel them grow taut, beading into hard pebbles as a soft electrical current wound a path downwards and coiled in the depths of her abdomen. 
    “Simon,” she gasped as the throbbing need began to escalate.