The Italian's Passionate Return by Elizabeth Lennox Read Free Book Online Page A

he grated out against her ear even while his fingers explored, teased and tormented.
    “No one else. Please…” she cried out, shuddering and grabbing his wrist again to pull his hand away. “I can’t take anymore.”
    With her words, Damien was struck dumb for a long moment. He’d truly been her only lover? His body hardened even more with that news. He liked that. Liked that no other man had ever touched this woman the way he was going to.
    He pulled the sweatshirt over her head, tossing it behind her. When he looked down at the very practical cotton bra, he almost laughed. It didn’t diminish her appeal in any way. In fact, in an odd, crazy way, it only added to her sensuality. Which didn’t mean he wasn’t going to drape her in lace and silks. “You’re beautiful,” he groaned and took that hard nipple in his mouth, teasing it through the cotton fabric. He laughed when she cried out again, her fingers in his hair, but he wouldn’t let her control his movements. She wanted him to stop, but as long as she was rubbing her body against him like that, he knew that she liked it.
    His fingers moved to her back, expertly unsnapping the closure and releasing her magnificent breasts. He swiped the material away and looked down at the treasure he’d just unveiled, then lowered his head to torture her even more. He felt her clenching at his shoulders and, a moment later, her knees gave out. He caught her, then lowered her back to the bed, looking down at her while he stripped off his own clothes. A moment later, he was right back with her, leaning on his elbows as he slowly savored their naked bodies coming together. “ Accidenti, you feel wonderful,” he told her and moved against her skin, feeling her softness as the perfect counterpart to his hardness.
    She moved her legs against his, shifting so that she was cradling him against her hips, feeling the hardness that she wanted so badly to invade her body but he was holding back. “Why…”
    “Because I have thought of this for so many years. For so long, I’ve dreamt of you just like this. We’re not going to rush this. We’re going to enjoy each other,” he told her in response to her unspoken question.
    When her cheeks turned pink, he laughed softly, bending lower to kiss her gently. But then all gentleness was gone. He didn’t have the ability to be patient any longer. He wanted her, but he wanted this time to be perfect. His mouth moved down her neck, stopping when she sighed or when she made those sexy noises so he could explore whatever spot had caused that noise. But when he went lower, he had to smile when she shyly tried to stop him. “Open for me, Jemma. You won’t regret it,” he told her, even while his hands were teasing her skin, moving her knees apart so he could find the spot he wanted so badly.
    “No. I want you inside me,” she gasped, closing her eyes even while his finger slid inside of her. “Oh!” she exclaimed and arched her back, feeling his finger fill her up. “That feels…”
    “I know how you feel,” he told her, gritting his teeth as he realized how tight she was. He couldn’t stop. With his finger still inside her, he bent down, his mouth capturing her core and teasing her, sucking and driving her right to the edge. And when he knew she was so close, he brought her over the edge, tasting her orgasm in his mouth and finding it to be the most erotic moment of his life.
    But he couldn’t hold back any longer. When her breathing started to slow and her body slumped back against the bed, he grabbed his wallet and ripped open the foil packet, donning protection before moving back up her body.
    He smiled when he realized she still had her eyes closed, still reveling in the aftermath of her climax and he couldn’t stop the pride that he had done this to her, that he had given her that smile.
    And it wasn’t over yet. He shifted ever so slightly, his hands skimming along her stomach and her breasts, bringing her attention