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heart thundered in his chest. His erection throbbed behind his zipper. He couldn’t remember wanting any woman as much as he wanted her. If he didn’t take a moment to cool down, he feared this would be the quickest sexual encounter he’d have since his very first time.
    He slowly turned around and focused his attention on the beautiful princess. She stood in the center of the room, a vision of elegance in that sleek dress and sparkling diamonds. He’d expected her to drop the modest royal demeanor once they were away from the audience, but even now, alone in his chambers, she was still calm and proper. He could almost believe she wasn’t the same woman he’d seen in that London club.
    “Now I don’t have to share you any longer,” he said, slowly crossing the room to stop in front of her. He caught the musky scent of her arousal and the richness of it made him shudder.
    “Now I can say what I want to instead of what I would allow curious eavesdroppers to overhear.”
    “What do you want to say?” she asked, her voice breathy, soft as a whisper. “What do you want to tell me now that we’re alone?”
    “That you are driving me crazy with your soft skin and large blue eyes and pale pink lips.
    That I ache to have you under me and that I will die if I cannot bury myself in your soft body.” He pressed his erection into her hip and shivered from the urgent sensations the pressure sent through his body. “Soon.”
    She wrapped her arms around his waist, pulled him tighter against her. “You can’t be aching any more that I am,” she told him.
    He tangled his fingers in her silky hair and drew her mouth to meet his. Birgitte moaned and he caught the rumble with his lips, let it roll over his tongue. Her dress rustled, reminding him that it was all that separated him from her soft, pale skin.
    “I will undress you now.” Vittorio circled around her, until he was standing behind her, eyeing the long zipper that ran from her neck to the base of her spine. He swept her hair out of the way, over her right shoulder. The clasp of the diamond necklace rested against the softness of her nape. He suddenly had an image of Birgitte with nothing on but the necklace. He groaned.
    He didn’t think he could have gotten any harder.
    Vittorio grasped the zipper tab, paused with his fingertips touching her warm skin. He leaned close and brushed his lips along her dainty left ear. “May I?” he whispered.
    “Oh yes.” Her need was clear in her voice and her excitement fed his.
    The zipper opened smoothly. His mouth watered as he slowly revealed the pale skin of her back. No bra straps interrupted the expanse of smooth skin. He dropped kisses down her slender backbone as the fabric parted. The zipper didn’t stop until he reached the top of her delicate white underwear. Vittorio licked his lips.
    He looked over her shoulder then and saw that Birgitte was holding up the bodice of the dress. He pressed into her back, wrapped his arms around her, placing his hands over hers and cupping her breasts. “Are you being modest, cara ?” That was unexpected.
    “No. I’m being silly, I guess.” But she didn’t lower her hands.
    Was she playing a game? Did she want her lovers to seduce her? Did she want him to seduce her? Even after she’d told him she ached for him?
    He could play along.
    “I want to see all of you,” he said, placing tiny kisses along the side of her throat. “I want to see you in all your beauty.” He ran his lips along the edge of the necklace, letting his tongue dart out to moisten her skin between the stones. He gently squeezed her hands, her breasts. She trembled. “Let me strip you bare. Let me show you what passion between us can be like.”
    “Yes,” she said on a moan. “Yes. That’s what I want. I don’t know what I was thinking.” She let out a shaky laugh. “I’m not thinking at all. I can’t think when your hands are on me.”
    She dropped her hands from beneath his. Vittorio let his