But she was afraid he’d change his mind.And she just couldn’t let that happen. But as soon as her lips touched his, she realized he had no intention of stopping. He took control of the embrace, his hands, his mouth as filled with wild desire as they’d been last night.She exulted in the frenzied loss of control, because she knew he was a person who always kept a tight rein on himself.He broke the kiss, yet didn’t release her, his hands holding her waist.“Do you have any idea how much I’ve wanted to do this? And for how long? I’ve thought about it since that first time we met.”Erika smiled, remembered that night at the jazz bar when Ren had introduced them. They’d only shook hands, a brief touch, yet her body had reacted as if it was on fire, inflamed with burning desire, and only Vittorio could have put that fiery desire out. The source and the solution. She felt the same way now.“I thought about you too. A lot,” she admitted, feeling her cheeks redden with the admission.He smiled, a pleased, slightly smug curl of his lips.
