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This time, he carried her all the way. There was not the faintest trace of humour on her face, instead an almost fervoured seriousness he had rarely seen expressed by her.

The bedroom was cold.

He laid her down on the bed then crossed to the window and closed the curtains before flicking the heater on. Until it kicked into life and provided some warmth he would use his own body to warm her.

Her eyes didn’t leave him. ‘Luca,’ she began, but he placed a finger to her lips to silence her.

‘Not yet,’ he whispered, kicking his shoes off and lying down next to her, replacing his finger with his mouth. She wrapped her arms around him and responded with the passion that was just one of the many things he had always loved about her. Their mouths merged into one, their tongues combining, their clad bodies clinging together, arms and hands stroking wherever they could reach.

Soon he broke away but only with his mouth, tracing his lips over her face, seeking every millimetre of silken skin from the lids of her eyes to the lobes of her ears. The soft moans escaping from her throat were like balm on a wound.

Only when he judged the room had warmed sufficiently that she would not freeze did he move away.

‘Stay there,’ he ordered, sealing his command with another kiss.

Her eyes had a dazed look about them, but she acquiesced with what could almost be called a contented sigh, stretching an arm over her head and staring at him.

In one swift movement he removed his sweater and threw it to the floor. Not taking his eyes off her, he quickly divested himself of his shirt, trousers and underwear until he was standing before her as naked as the day he had been born but with an erection that ached more than any he had ever known.

The powerful heater was already working its magic but he doubted he would have felt the cold.

Kneeling at the foot of the bed, he unlaced her boots and pulled them off along with her thick socks. Her feet were cold and he rubbed them in turn before dropping a gentle kiss on each toe.

Taking his time, he stripped her clothes, refusing all of her attempts to help. Soon, her jeans and bulky jumper were bundled in a pile on the floor like his own.

Aware this would be the last time he would see her naked, he let his eyes rake over her before following with his lips, determined to kiss and taste every last inch of her. Starting with her delectable mouth, his lips trailed down her neck and over her shoulders, his hands roaming free, exploring her smooth flesh.

Last night, when they had made love in Florence, their passion had been too frenzied to do anything more than touch, both too desperate for him to possess her to care much about foreplay.

Tonight, he could see all he had missed. The longer he kissed and explored, the more changes he found in her body, subtle differences from how he remembered her. Her nipples had darkened and her breasts, judging by the way she sucked in a breath and writhed beneath him when he took them in his mouth, had become even more sensitive.

She had always been naturally toned but now he could see and feel a softness around her abdomen, as if a small cushion had been placed under her skin. Tiny red slivers ran under her belly button, more signs that she had recently carried a child—his child—inside her. He kissed every red mark reverently, fighting back an unexpected burn in the backs of his eyelids that threatened to break out when he thought of her going through pregnancy and birth alone.

How could he have ever judged her harshly for that, for protecting their child?

Tiny whimpers were coming from her throat. When he moved lower, down to her pelvis and the soft downy hair surrounding her pubis, she reached out and grabbed his hair, her fingers digging into his scalp.

He gently spread her legs. The moment he pressed his lips to her clitoris she gasped and tried to sit up. Holding her down with one hand on her belly, he buried his face there, his tongue rhythmically pressing against the nub of her pleasure, inhaling the musky scent he adored.

Her whimpers lengthened, deepening into groans. He opened his eyes and watched as her head rolled from side to side. Keeping his eyes fixed on her, he increased the pressure, moving the hand that had been holding her down upwards until he reached her breast and covered it.

Her back became rigid, almost lifting off the mattress as she climaxed. He kept his mouth and tongue exactly where they were until he was certain he had coaxed every ounce of pleasure from her. Then and only then did he snake his way back up, covering her belly and breasts with more kisses, his enormous erection rubbing against her thighs until he reached her mouth.

Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes aglow. Hooking an arm around his neck, she almost wrenched him down to kiss her mouth, her free hand trailing down his back to his buttocks.

And then he was inside her, deep within the hot moistness, the relief so great he almost came on the spot.

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