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hands remain where they were for a moment longer. Her sweet breasts were a perfect handful and although he knew he could be caressing her bare skin, there was something about the position the two of them were in at this moment, his arousal pressed into her bottom, his lips on her throat, his hands on her breasts, that made him loath to move.
    Birgitte turned her head so that her lips brushed over his. “I thought you wanted to get this dress off.” Her eyes sparkled as bright as the diamonds around her throat.
    “I did. I will.” He groaned, then released her and stepped away. The dress slithered over her slim body and settled on the floor at her feet. He helped her step out of the mound of fabric and she bent over to pick it up. Vittorio turned away from the tempting sight, strode over to his bed and turned down the covers. She straightened with the dress in her arms. “You can set it on the chair in the corner.”
    She draped the gown over the chair, then shimmied out of her panties before she turned to face him. “Do I get to see some skin too?” she asked lightly.
    He couldn’t speak for a moment. The sight of her, just as he’d imagined, naked except for her shoes and jewelry, nearly took his breath away. Her shimmering hair. Wide eyes and full mouth. Slender neck and shoulders. Pert breasts. Slim hips. Long legs. Everything about her was perfect. He swallowed. “Of course. Come here.”
    She kicked her heels off, then joined him beside his bed. Without another word, she undid his tie, stripped it from the collar, and tossed it onto the nightstand. A sudden urgency hit him, and he helped her rid him of the rest of his clothes as quickly as possible.
    A crazy impulse had Vittorio sweeping her up in his arms. She laughed, wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a quick kiss. “Vittorio.”
    “I like the way my name sounds coming from your lips,” he said.
    “Vittorio. Vittorio. Vittorio.” The laughter bubbled up as she said his name over and over again. He was amazed. She brought a lightness to his heart even as his body throbbed with dark desire.
    He smiled and tossed her gently onto his bed. The sight of her bouncing on the mattress was enough to make him pause before joining her there. He cupped her face. Their eyes met, heat flared. Her smile faded at the same time as his. Passion overrode the humor. Need was all that mattered.
    “Oh, cara mia ,” he murmured.
    She caught her breath, stared at him, her eyes sparkling.
    “What is it?” he asked.
    “Say that again.”
    “What? Cara mia ?”
    She nodded. “I like the way that sounds coming from your lips.”
    Vittorio joined her on the bed and bent over her, running his mouth along her neck up to her ear. “ Cara mia ,” he whispered. “You are so lovely. I want you, cara mia .” He covered her sweet body with his. The sensation of flesh against flesh stoked the flames higher within him. One long kiss turned into another, wet and hungry, as they fed off each other. Finally he tore his mouth away from hers, panting, throbbing.
    He caught her gaze for a moment, glazed with passion. Then he lowered his mouth to one of her berry-colored nipples. They tasted as sweet as fruit. He fed on one and then the other. Birgitte arched her body, pressing her breasts closer to his hungry mouth. Her fingers speared through his hair, holding his head in place.
    One of his hands made its way down her body, skimming over her smooth abdomen before finding her tightly trimmed curls at the apex of her thighs. She gasped, spread her legs farther apart. His fingers slipped through her slick flesh. He knew he’d find her ready for him.
    “I can’t wait long this time,” he said, the apology clear in his voice.
    “That’s okay. I want…I want…” She gasped as he played with her sensitive clitoris. She was not calm and proper now.
    “What do you want? Tell me.”
    “I want you.” Her body arched. Her eyes closed. “Fill me, Vittorio. I need you inside