His chuckle is dark and sends a bolt of pure lust straight down between my legs. His fingers curl into a fist in my hair, and he pulls my head back a little, angling my jaw to allow him better access to my neck, which he takes quick advantage of.
His mouth feels like velvet. His tongue sweeps against the pulse in my throat. He works his way down my neck, kissing and gently sucking, until he reaches the open collar of my blouse. When he dips the tip of his tongue into the hollow of my throat, it feels as if I’m being electrocuted.
Digging my fingers into his shoulders, I softly moan.
And, oh God, he starts to whisper in Italian, moving his mouth to the other side of my neck, slowly working his way back up until he’s nuzzling the sensitive spot under my ear. He whispers something else and
