A frustrated moan leaves me. I pull Massimo’s lower lip between my teeth and bite it, hard, then pull on his arms again. I’m overcome with the need to have him touch me.
“f**k,” he growls. Then, the hesitant weight of his palm spans the small of my back.
Gingerly, his hand slides along the length of my thigh, dragging up the hem of my nightgown until the tips of his fingers trail the edge of my panties. It’s a feathery touch, yet it sends a shockwave up my spine. Goose bumps break out across my skin. I keep kissing him deeply while moving my hands across his shoulders, then down his neck to the collar of his dress shirt. To the first button. My fingers tremble as I clumsily undo the tiny fastener.
Across my hip, rounding to the back, Massimo keeps stroking my skin. Light, tentative move
