Siena took a shaky breath as a hot sensation coursed through her, shooting straight to her throbbing core.
“What are you waiting for, mia moglie? I’m hungry,” his deep, husky voice rumbled against her ear, sending another shiver racing down her spine.
Her lashes fluttered as she slowly shifted her gaze to the plate of steaming pasta and roasted vegetables. Uncertain, her slender fingers trembled as she tore off a piece of warm focaccia, dipping it lightly into the rich tomato sauce before lifting it toward his waiting lips.
Cristiano caught her wrist midair, holding it just above his mouth. His stormy grey eyes, now dark and glinting with hunger, locked on hers as he leaned in and closed his lips over her fingers, dragging them slowly inside with the bread. His tongue flicked across her
