Luca closed the distance between us. His lips sealed over mine. With his tongue, he teased my lips apart while his hands skated over my back. I hastily undid shirt buttons, desperate to stroke his skin. He found the zipper to my dress, but didn’t unzip me. With deliberate slowness, he slid the strap off my left shoulder, baring the creamy swell of my breast. He did the same thing on the other side. He hadn’t even touched me yet and already my center was drenched, throbbing with need. I slowly exhaled when he hovered his lips over the tops of my breasts. Other than the warmth of his expelled breath, he didn’t touch me. “Luca,” I groaned in anticipation. “I want you so badly, cariad.” He looked into my eyes, searching my face. A feral vibe rolled off him. “Once I start…” “You’d better not stop,” I growled, reaching for my zipper. “No, this pleasure it all mine.”
