Carmela swallows hard, her gaze locked with mine. The air between us thrums with an intensity I’ve never felt before. For a long, heated moment, neither of us moves.
Then, slowly… defiantly… she licks her lips.
“Try me,” she breathes.
White-hot desire lances through me like a lightning bolt. With a low growl, I fist a hand in her hair and pull her against me.
I crush Carmela’s soft curves against me as our kiss ignites every nerve ending in my body. She melts into my embrace, her fingers tangling in my hair with a desperation that matches my own. Months of simmering tension finally boils over between us.
Our mouths move together in a frenzied duel, tongues stroking and teeth nipping. Carmela whimpers into the kiss, the needy sound sending white-hot lust spiking through my veins. I angle her head for deeper access, plundering her mouth with a ravenous hunger.
Desire rages like an inferno, consuming every rational thought. All I can focus on is the intoxicating taste of her, the velvet heat of her body pressed flush against mine. I need more—so much more.
Breaking the kiss, I trail open-mouthed kisses along the column of her throat. Carmela arches into me with a breathy moan, begging for more. The scent of her arousal surrounds me, thick and heady.
“Silvo...” she gasps out my name like a prayer as my teeth graze that sensitive spot below her ear.
Hearing her desperate plea only inflames me further. With a low growl, I lift her against me, pinning her between my body and the cool stone of the terrace wall. Carmela locks her legs around my waist as I grind against her center.
“You want this,” I rasp against the fevered skin of her neck. “Don’t try to deny it.”
She keens in response, rolling her hips in a way that makes us both shudder with need. “Yes...” Carmela breathes. “I want you, Silvo. God help me, I want you so much.”
A feral growl rumbles from deep within my chest at her admission. I capture her lips again in a scorching kiss, reveling in her utter surrender.
One of my hands runs along the silken length of her thigh, bunching the fabric of her dress around her hips. Carmela moans into my mouth as my calloused palm cups the lace-clad heat between her legs. She’s drenched for me, her arousal seeping through the flimsy barrier.
“You’re so wet,piccina,” I growl in approval against her lips. “Is this what you want?” I apply pressure with the heel of my hand, massaging her through the damp lace.
Carmela throws her head back with a cry of pleasure. “Yes! Don’t stop, please don’t stop...”
The sound of her impassioned pleas is like a siren’s call, luring me deeper under her intoxicating spell. I increase the rhythm, drinking in every breathless moan and whimper that spills from her lips.
This is what I’ve craved—to have Carmela at my mercy, uninhibited and writhing in ecstasy.
I’ll never get enough of this… of her. My wife, my Carmela. Mine.
Someone clearing their throat behind us startles us apart.
I turn to see who has interrupted us. Federico stands there, an insufferable grin plastered across his face.
“Don’t mind me,” he says, holding his hands up. “Just came to grab my jacket. Please, continue what you were doing. I’ll wait.”
I scowl, knowing he’s enjoying this far too much. Carmela avoids my gaze, her cheeks burning crimson. She hurriedly smooths her dress back into place.
Fed saunters over to grab his discarded jacket off a chair, whistling cheerfully all the while. I fold my arms across my chest and glare daggers at him.
“You always did have impeccable timing, brother,” I deadpan.
He shrugs, grinning like the cat who caught the canary. “What can I say? It’s a gift.”
I resist the urge to roll my eyes. Barely.
Federico glances between Carmela and me, looking positively tickled by the whole situation. “Don’t worry, I won’t breathe a word of this little tryst to Mama and Papa. Your secret rendezvous is safe with me.” He mimes zipping his lips.
“How gracious of you,” I grumble. I can only imagine how mortified Carmela must feel right now. As much as I want to continue what we started, the mood has been effectively ruined.
Fed seems to sense this as well and, for once, has the decency to wipe the smug look off his face.
