practice.’
Staring into his dark eyes and feeling dizzy, she swallowed. ‘This is silly.’ Surreal, silly and probably dangerous; she felt as if she might have a heart attack at any moment. The pounding in her chest was deafening and she could hardly breathe.
She shuddered as he kissed the corner of her mouth, then he moved along the curve nipping and tasting, tracing it with his tongue.
She stood there, her eyes half closed, her lashes brushing against the feverish flush along the crest of her cheekbones, feeling the warm currents of sensation sliding through her body growing until the warmth tipped over into a flash fire that made her heat; she was burning up!
It was dark, delicious torture.
Chapter Eight
‘D ON ’ T stop,’ Neve gasped against his mouth and was rewarded with a hard kiss.
Supporting her head with his hand, Severo applied the sweet crushing pressure that made bright lights explode behind Neve’s closed eyelids.
She felt him pull away, but she could still hear him breathing hard; it was difficult to separate the sound from the pounding rush of blood in her ears.
She shuddered and forced her heavy eyelids open, fighting the enervating weakness that made every movement an effort.
‘Well, that was nice while it lasted, but you can’t kiss me all night.’ The glitter of his smoky eyes made her head spin; she shivered as he ran a finger down her cheek and slurred her name.
Appearing to like the sound of it, he said it again, rolling it over his tongue, making it sound like a caress. There was a fascinated expression on his face as he smoothed back the bright hair from her brow.
‘ Dio mio,’ he rasped, ‘you have no idea what I can do, cara .’
Neve shivered, believing implicitly the unspoken promise in his arrogant claim.
‘Am I going to find out?’ she whispered, amazed at her own recklessness. A sense of freedom she had never experienced before surged through Neve’s veins. He was right—this wasn’t hurting anyone.
‘Would you like to?’
‘Do you do everything else as well as you kiss?’
He laughed, throwing back his head and revealing the strong brown column of his throat. ‘I haven’t kissed you yet. I’ve not even tasted you.’ But he was going to and the anticipation of sliding his tongue into that soft sweet heat sent a hard shudder through his body.
She gazed at his dark face with an expression of rapt fascination—how could any man be that utterly gorgeous? How could any man make her bones ache with need?
Maybe it was just this one?
Her heart was thudding so loud that she could hardly hear herself as she whispered, ‘What was that if it wasn’t a kiss?’
He smiled against her mouth, rubbing the side of his nose against hers as he tugged at her full pink under lip with his teeth. ‘Foreplay.’
A gush of molten anticipation slid through Neve’s body as his dark head dipped. Her lips parted; the submissive symbolism of the gesture drew a deep feral groan from Severo.
‘ Dio , but you taste so good…’
Neve did not understand the rest of his husky words as he slid seamlessly into his native tongue, but the repetitive stabbing incursion of his tongue as he explored the warm recesses of her mouth needed no translation.
She kissed him back with a blind desperation that was beyond anything she had imagined. Incapable of resisting and not wanting to, she gave into the primal heat coursing through her blood and met his tongue with her own.
Then, when it wasn’t enough, with a driven moan she grabbed his head, sliding her fingers into the thick lush pelt of his hair.
He responded, kissing her with bruising pressure that arched her spine backwards. The heat flared white-hot between them as they kissed, not gently, but with a mutual desperation that left no room for conscious thought.
When they finally broke apart they were both gasping for air.
If he let her go Neve was sure she would slide to the floor. ‘Don’t let me go. I don’t think I can
Staring into his dark eyes and feeling dizzy, she swallowed. ‘This is silly.’ Surreal, silly and probably dangerous; she felt as if she might have a heart attack at any moment. The pounding in her chest was deafening and she could hardly breathe.
She shuddered as he kissed the corner of her mouth, then he moved along the curve nipping and tasting, tracing it with his tongue.
She stood there, her eyes half closed, her lashes brushing against the feverish flush along the crest of her cheekbones, feeling the warm currents of sensation sliding through her body growing until the warmth tipped over into a flash fire that made her heat; she was burning up!
It was dark, delicious torture.
Chapter Eight
‘D ON ’ T stop,’ Neve gasped against his mouth and was rewarded with a hard kiss.
Supporting her head with his hand, Severo applied the sweet crushing pressure that made bright lights explode behind Neve’s closed eyelids.
She felt him pull away, but she could still hear him breathing hard; it was difficult to separate the sound from the pounding rush of blood in her ears.
She shuddered and forced her heavy eyelids open, fighting the enervating weakness that made every movement an effort.
‘Well, that was nice while it lasted, but you can’t kiss me all night.’ The glitter of his smoky eyes made her head spin; she shivered as he ran a finger down her cheek and slurred her name.
Appearing to like the sound of it, he said it again, rolling it over his tongue, making it sound like a caress. There was a fascinated expression on his face as he smoothed back the bright hair from her brow.
‘ Dio mio,’ he rasped, ‘you have no idea what I can do, cara .’
Neve shivered, believing implicitly the unspoken promise in his arrogant claim.
‘Am I going to find out?’ she whispered, amazed at her own recklessness. A sense of freedom she had never experienced before surged through Neve’s veins. He was right—this wasn’t hurting anyone.
‘Would you like to?’
‘Do you do everything else as well as you kiss?’
He laughed, throwing back his head and revealing the strong brown column of his throat. ‘I haven’t kissed you yet. I’ve not even tasted you.’ But he was going to and the anticipation of sliding his tongue into that soft sweet heat sent a hard shudder through his body.
She gazed at his dark face with an expression of rapt fascination—how could any man be that utterly gorgeous? How could any man make her bones ache with need?
Maybe it was just this one?
Her heart was thudding so loud that she could hardly hear herself as she whispered, ‘What was that if it wasn’t a kiss?’
He smiled against her mouth, rubbing the side of his nose against hers as he tugged at her full pink under lip with his teeth. ‘Foreplay.’
A gush of molten anticipation slid through Neve’s body as his dark head dipped. Her lips parted; the submissive symbolism of the gesture drew a deep feral groan from Severo.
‘ Dio , but you taste so good…’
Neve did not understand the rest of his husky words as he slid seamlessly into his native tongue, but the repetitive stabbing incursion of his tongue as he explored the warm recesses of her mouth needed no translation.
She kissed him back with a blind desperation that was beyond anything she had imagined. Incapable of resisting and not wanting to, she gave into the primal heat coursing through her blood and met his tongue with her own.
Then, when it wasn’t enough, with a driven moan she grabbed his head, sliding her fingers into the thick lush pelt of his hair.
He responded, kissing her with bruising pressure that arched her spine backwards. The heat flared white-hot between them as they kissed, not gently, but with a mutual desperation that left no room for conscious thought.
When they finally broke apart they were both gasping for air.
If he let her go Neve was sure she would slide to the floor. ‘Don’t let me go. I don’t think I can
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