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He rose from behind his desk and went to her, caught her hands in his and drew her toward him. “You don’t have to be afraid—not here, not anymore.”
“I wish I could believe that. I really do.”
“Why can’t you?”
“Because bad things happen when we let our guard down. Katie let her guard down—”
“You’re not Katie,” he interrupted, lifting her hand with her wedding ring to his mouth and kissing her ring finger and then her palm. “You will never be Katie, and I promise that nothing will happen to you if you trust me. I can protect you. And my family will protect you. Always.”
Her gaze clung to his. She wanted to believe him, she really did, because she needed to believe in someone, needed to believe the world could be a good place, and a safe place. Her world had often felt very dark and harsh and cold and yet whenever she was with Vitt, she felt warm.
She felt safe.
“Kiss me,” she whispered. “Kiss me and make all these bad feelings go away.”
“That’s the smartest thing I’ve heard you say all day,” he murmured, lifting her face to cover her mouth with his. He kissed her slowly, deeply, lips drawing from hers an immediate and almost feverish response.
She needed him.
She needed him desperately.
For the longest time she’d felt as if she was drowning but maybe he could save her. Maybe he was strong enough, smart enough…
Hope blazed to life. Hope and heat kindling into hot desire.
With his mouth on hers, Vittorio walked her backward across the library until she felt the dark paneled door against her hips.
He leaned past her, turned the lock on the door, and then moved closer, his tall, lithe, firm body pressing into her.
She loved the feel of his body against her and the warm hard ridge of his erection rubbing against her inner thighs. She wanted him and she groaned against his mouth.
“Careful, cara, or I will take you here,” he warned, teeth nipping at her soft, swollen lower lip.
“Good,” she answered, her body trembling with need.
“Don’t tempt me,” he said, his warm breath caressing her skin as his lips brushed the curve of her ear and then lower to the tender hollow below. “Because I’m dangerously close to losing control.”
She turned so that her lips brushed his. “Lose it.”
“Don’t say that. You don’t know how I feel. I’m angry, Jill, I’m angry and frustrated and I don’t want to hurt you—”
“I’m not afraid of a little pain.”
“Stop it,” he growled. “Don’t talk that way.”
“Then take me and make me forget everything but you and me and being here together right now.”
“I cannot fight you, and me.” He tugged the hem of her white linen dress toward her hips and put his hand between her legs. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Jillian fe
lt as though she’d burst into fire on the inside. Her body felt wild. Her nerves explosive. She arched against Vittorio, demanding more.
He stroked over her cream silk panty, stroking the soft feminine shape of her.
She gasped and tipped her head against the door, giving herself over to exquisite sensation as hot, silvery shots of electricity burst through her, tightening her nipples and melting her core.
He lifted the edge of the panty, moving beneath the thin satin band to slide his fingers beneath the fabric, to run his fingers against her, then between the folds to the softest, warmest part of her. His fingers felt slick against her, which meant she was wet. Very wet.
