And higher.
His head rolls against my temple,
his breath mixing with mine
as we keep inching higher.
Andhigher.
Then his fingers reach the underside of my breast.
His thumb slips first,
one soft sweep across my nipple.
Heat pours out from between his lips,
crashing into the tender spot beneath my ear.
A warm tingle pools between my thighs.
His mouth drags along my throat
as his hand slides up,
then spreads hot over my breast.
And it’s so light?—
somaddeninglylight?—
that his palm grazes the peak.
My breath stumbles. His lungs empty.
Then he squeezes gently,
a touch that lands everywhere.
He turns into me, his open mouth pressing against my temple, his warm palm spreading wider, gripping a little tighter, pulling me into him, molding me against his body.
And I sink until surrounded.
My next breath rises.
His falls heavy in my ear.
“God, Sonny…”
His voice cracks, lips brushing my jaw.
“Non voglio… solo una notte. Non stavolta.”
I don’t know. I don’t understand.
But I canfeelthe ache in his voice.
I turn my head, searching.
