Delilah's Diary #2: La Vita Sexy by Jasinda Wilder Read Free Book Online Page B

off something difficult, and then we were off again, spinning around the courtyard, his hand hot and powerful on my waist, his eyes piercing mine, desire raging from him in palpable waves, igniting my own need and lust. Dancing had suddenly never been so sensual, our bodies moving in perfect harmony, fitting just right.
    The song eventually ended, and Luca and I glided to a stop, hand in hand, breathing hard and sweating, unable to break eye contact. His family was cheering, clapping, the kids going wild. I realized they'd all stopped to watch, and felt my cheeks flame. I'd never danced for an audience. I took lessons, got my fix out then, and never had any desire to get on a stage and perform, or compete, even though my instructors fairly begged me to on a regular basis.
    "You are a truly marvelous dancer, Delilah," Luca said.
    "You, too. I had no idea you were a dancer."
    "Nor did I." Luca led me by the hand out of the courtyard and away from the prying eyes of his family. "We should dance together more often. I have not danced with someone so skilled in many years."
    "Me, either," I said. "Not since college. I can’t believe we did that lift!"
    Luca laughed. "I know! I thought it was worth a try, when I realized you knew the steps so fluently. You are very graceful."
    We were standing near a flight of stairs, and Luca glanced from my flushed face to the stairs, and then the courtyard. His family was dancing again, Elisabetta and Lucia playing another improvised jig.
    Luca licked his lips, and then pulled me up the stairs.
    "Where are we going?" I asked. I hoped he had in mind what I thought he did.
    "Somewhere private. Or, mostly private." Luca turned a corner, pulling me down a narrow, wood-paneled hallway to a door at the end.
    The room behind the door was small but comfortable, a guest bedroom obviously seldom used. There were two windows, one looking out over the city, and the other over the courtyard. The music was clearly audible, the laughter of children mingling with the chatter of adults, the slap of feet against cobblestones and the splashing fountain.
    Somehow, my suitcase was in the corner of the room. I wasn't sure when Luca had brought it in from the car, but there it was.
    Luca closed the door and hooked a chain over the door, then turned to me, desire fiery in his eyes. I lunged for him, locking my lips around his, my hands pulling at his shirt, tugging it off, and then unbuttoning his jeans. A flurry of busy hands had both of us naked in seconds, and then Luca's warm hands were skimming over my body, mine over his.
    His mouth trailed kisses down my throat to my breasts, teeth grazing my nipples, and then his fingers slipped over my belly to caress the mound of my sex, unleashing a flood between my thighs. His cock was hard in my hands, an intoxicating shaft of heat and steel and silk.
    I wanted him, right then. I didn't want to wait for him to touch me. I moved toward him, lifting on my toes, guiding him toward my entrance. Luca had other plans. He pushed me back toward the bed, kissing my lips hard enough to take my breath away. I started to crawl backward on the bed, but Luca gave me a mischievous grin, then took my hips in his hands and turned me around to face the bed. I looked at him over my shoulder, confused.
    He ran his hands up my back, caressing and pushing at the same time, then pressed his lips to my spine, tangled his fingers in mine and stretched my arms over my head. Somehow I ended up bent forward over the bed, my arms in front of me. I began to understand what he had planned when his hands moved back down my spine toward my ass, then down farther still to stroke my pussy with gentle, probing fingers. He found my entrance and delved in with his fingers, curling up to find my G-spot, caressing it until I began to move my hips and gasp.
    I felt the leaking tip of his cock drag down the crease of my ass, guided by his hand, and then he was sliding inside me, filling me, pushing deep. He was