His lips are soft—smooth like satin and tasting like wine.
Alessandro’s hands move from my body up to my face and into my hair, where his fingers intertwine with my locks.
Slanting his mouth against mine, he lifts me toward the bedroom.
Opening my mouth slightly, my tongue moves forward to move across his bottom lip.
Alessandro groans in response before meeting me in the middle, our tongues dancing together like they have before.
I breathe him in, his scent assaulting my senses. His smell always calms me down. He always feels like home.
Pulling back and breathing heavily, I stare at him and he stares back at me.
His eyes are dark with desire, his full lips swollen.
“I love you,” he tells me. “Whatever happens tomorrow, I need you to know that.”
“I know,” I whisper, because I do. “I love you too. Always.”
Our mouths crash together again, his tongue flicking against mine.
The gesture is subtle but it makes my knees weak.
Thank god he’s holding me or otherwise I would fucking collapse.
Working clumsily, I start to fiddle with the buttons of his shirt.
I need him bare.
If god forbid tonight is my last night, I want it to be with me underneath him.
Alessandro bends his head and presses hot kisses to my jawline.
I gasp, letting my head fall back, my hands forgetting what they’re supposed to do.
He nips at my skin, tongue soothing the little marks he leaves behind.
Moaning, I resume my number one task to get that goddamn shirt off his goddamn body.
With deft hands, I unbutton his shirt before tearing it from his shoulders.
I greedily explore his chest, tracing down the faded scars and dips from his muscles.
In turn, he reaches to the hem of my shirt before separating momentarily—long enough to rip it over my head.
I reach behind my back to undo my bra, letting it fall to the floor.
It’s certainly not the first time I’ve been nude in front of Alessandro, but the way his eyes widen as he looks at my breasts makes me feel wanted.
Desired.
I’m drunk on the sensation, having this man devour me with sight alone.
“Fucking perfect,” he whispers, lifting his thumb to trace across my nipple. It puckers as if he’s commanding it. Like he’s commanding my body.
And dammit, I will succumb to his wishes.
He kisses me again then—the pressure increasing.
