Free Surprised by Love by Kate Hofman Page A

it from Bob.  All the same, if some woman succeeded in seducing you, I
would be devastated.”
    Alessandro
had been careful not to touch Connie—if she decided to marry him, it had to be
her own decision.  Now, he took her in his arms.  “Don’t you realize
that your very lack of sexual skills is what attracts me so strongly?” 
One side of his mouth curled.  “Sophistication is fine when one has a very
brief fling with a woman who makes it clear she’s available.”  He
smiled.  “Such an affair lasts a few days, maybe a week.  The moment
one’s libido is sated—which is quicker than you might believe—the fling is over.” 
He lifted her off the sofa and onto his lap, hugging her—gazing into the green
depths of her eyes, knowing that the blue of his own eyes had deepened to
darkest sapphire. 
     “ Cara— it
would never be like that between us.  For one thing, I doubt that I’ll
ever be able to get enough of you.  You fascinate me, and surely you have
noticed over the months that an element of sexual awareness has crept into our
relationship?”
    Connie
hugged him back.  “Alessandro, you’re the most alluring man I’ve ever
met.  It’s so easy for you to tempt me into marriage with you.  Are
you sure that is what you want?”
    Alessandro
bent his head, his mouth very close to hers.  “Yes, that is what I
want.  Is it what you want?”
     “Yes—I
guess it is,” Connie whispered and gave herself up to his kiss.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
        

Chapter 8.
     
     
    Briefly,
Alessandro surrendered to the hot wave of passion for Connie that swept over
him with irresistible force, settling low in his pelvis.  Controlling
himself with an iron will, he began to kiss her, coaxing her lips apart so that
his tongue could slip into her mouth and make her feel what he felt—hot,
overwhelming, passionate desire.  Gazing into her eyes, he saw the exact
moment when Connie began to realize that this was very different from any past
experience—and she started to respond to his kisses.  He sighed into her
mouth and gave himself over to the moment, to the bliss of feeling her tongue
play with his.
    The
moment she felt Alessandro’s mouth on hers, Connie couldn’t help but respond to
his passion. Yet, it seemed to her that after those first dizzying moments, he
changed his mind—taking his mouth from hers, easing his embrace.  The
explanation came quickly. 
    His
voice huskier than ever before, he said, “Not here, amore.  We need
privacy.  Come with me.”  Sweeping her up in his arms, he walked
quickly up the elegant, curving stairway to the bedroom floor, and entered his
own room.  Realizing she needed a little time to get used to the way
things had changed between them—and were bound to change considerably more—he
whispered Italian endearments to her, finally taking her with him to one of the
two love-seats facing each other across the marble fireplace.
    “Nothing
will happen that you don’t want, tesoro,” he whispered.
    “I
know that, c-caro …” she whispered hesitantly.  He smiled.  She
had found an endearment for him in his own language.  Later, he would
teach her hotter ones.  Bending his head to her, he began to kiss her
again.  And knew that everywhere he kissed became an erogenous zone for
her. 
    Connie
responded to his kisses, clinging to him—wanting more with this exceptional
man.  Much more.
    Alessandro
seemed to sense it, because slowly he slid down with her onto the silky
softness of the hearth rug,  his body over hers, his mouth hot and
demanding.
     “Ah, carissima …”  Raw, passionate emotion knifed through him when he
felt her body curve against his, her small, firm breasts crushed against his
chest.
    Bending
his head farther down, lifting himself away from their tight embrace, he
pressed his mouth to her left breast, licking his way up to the nipple, which
he took in his mouth, beginning to suckle. 
    She
arched into him, moaning