A Dark Sicilian Secret(51)

With his mouth on hers, Vittorio walked her backward across the library until she felt the dark paneled door against her hips.

He leaned past her, turned the lock on the door, and then moved closer, his tall, lithe, firm body pressing into her.

She loved the feel of his body against her and the warm hard ridge of his erection rubbing against her inner thighs. She wanted him and she groaned against his mouth.

“Careful, cara, or I will take you here,” he warned, teeth nipping at her soft, swollen lower lip.

“Good,” she answered, her body trembling with need.

“Don’t tempt me,” he said, his warm breath caressing her skin as his lips brushed the curve of her ear and then lower to the tender hollow below. “Because I’m dangerously close to losing control.”

She turned so that her lips brushed his. “Lose it.”

“Don’t say that. You don’t know how I feel. I’m angry, Jill, I’m angry and frustrated and I don’t want to hurt you—”

“I’m not afraid of a little pain.”

“Stop it,” he growled. “Don’t talk that way.”

“Then take me and make me forget everything but you and me and being here together right now.”

“I cannot fight you, and me.” He tugged the hem of her white linen dress toward her hips and put his hand between her legs. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Jillian felt as though she’d burst into fire on the inside. Her body felt wild. Her nerves explosive. She arched against Vittorio, demanding more.

He stroked over her cream silk panty, stroking the soft feminine shape of her.

She gasped and tipped her head against the door, giving herself over to exquisite sensation as hot, silvery shots of electricity burst through her, tightening her nipples and melting her core.

He lifted the edge of the panty, moving beneath the thin satin band to slide his fingers beneath the fabric, to run his fingers against her, then between the folds to the softest, warmest part of her. His fingers felt slick against her, which meant she was wet. Very wet.

Her mouth dried as he rubbed her between two fingers and she rocked helplessly against his hand, responding with not just her body, but also her heart.

With him she was safe. With him she was home. There could never be any other place she belonged but with him.

“You’re mine,” he ground out, his voice husky in her ear. “And I’m going to fill you and make you mine, and you will always be mine.”

“Yes.” Because of course she was his. She’d always been his. It was inevitable from the very first meeting in the hotel lobby. Fate brought them together, and it was up to fate to keep them together.

She heard him unzip his trousers as he freed himself, and then with one hand he pressed the head of his hot, hard erection against the wet entrance to her body.

He teased her for a moment with the tip, rubbing it across her wetness, and then up and down over her softness until she panted with need. And once she moaned his name, he plunged inside of her, filling her all the way.

She sucked in air, and held it bottled in her lungs as her heart seemed to burst open inside of her.

She loved him.

She did.

He and Joe were everything. Life, breath, hope. She circled his neck with her arms, pressed her lips to his. “I need you forever,” she whispered.

“You have me forever,” he answered.

Tears burned her eyes. “Promise.”

“I promise.”

“No matter what?”

“No matter what.” He lifted her against the wall, hooking her leg over his arm to thrust into her even deeper, stretching her, filling her, making her one with him.

She gasped at the fullness of them together, overwhelmed by the warmth and the dizzying emotions and intense sensation. He thrust into her again and again, and with each thrust she knew he was making her his.

But then he’d known from the very beginning that she needed this hard, physical coupling to feel loved.

Making love with Vittorio always made her feel loved, but she needed it now more than ever when everything felt so unpredictable, when their connection felt so fragile.

She buried her fingers in his cool, crisp hair, pressed her face to his neck, her lips to his warm fragrant skin, aware of each long, measured stroke of him taking her, filling her. With each thrust he edged her closer and closer to that point of no return, pushing her past reason and control until she shattered in a thousand pieces. He climaxed as she came, and dipping his head he covered her mouth with his, swallowing her scream in a kiss.