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eyes flew open to see a slightly dazed look in her eyes. Vaffanculo , he hoped she couldn’t read his mind. She’d probably want to kick his ass from here to—
    Then she smiled and he swore she had read his mind and wanted the same thing.
    No. No fucking way.
    He shook his head, but her hands moved to his face, pulling him down with her onto the bed. He obeyed, his fists punching into the mattress on either side of her shoulders to hold him up. To keep his weight off of her.
    “Lie down beside me, Rom.” Her voice whispered soft and sexy against his cheek as she pressed a string of kisses from his lips to his ear. His own breathing became rough, harsh in his throat. “Please.”
    The “please” did him in. He brought his knees up onto the mattress by her side, causing her to scoot over to make room for him. He didn’t want that much room.
    He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her against him as he came down on her. They sank into the bed, his mouth again plastered to hers. He kissed her harder, his lips and tongue demanding a response she gave willingly.
    Her tongue slid against his, teasing, eliciting a response from low in his body. Heat made his balls tighten and his cock throb. He got hard and his hips ground into hers.
    She tilted her head to the side so she had a better angle and she chased his tongue back into his mouth so she could taste him.
    With any other woman, he would have drawn back. He wasn’t comfortable with that level of intimacy.
    He wanted Amity to push him onto his back and take what she wanted. What she said she needed.
    Her fingers slid into his hair at that moment, sifting through the short strands and tugging on them gently. Just enough to fire the pain receptors on his scalp. He broke their kiss, hissing a breath at the burst of sensual pleasure, magnified because he’d never felt anything like it.
    Before, sex had been scratching an itch. Not a sensual assault.
    He stared down at Amity as she watched him, her gaze steady, as if she knew exactly what he was thinking. Then she tugged again, making his eyes close for a brief second before she moved her fingers to his scalp, massaging the sensitive area at the base of his neck.
    His head tipped back as she rubbed, his hips pressing harder into the soft flesh between her legs, covered by her soft skirt.
    The skirt had to go if they were going to do this. And he wanted her now more than he’d wanted anything in his life.
    Adrenaline pumped through his blood, making him buzz like he was high.
    Sitting back on his heels, he kept his gaze squarely on Amity. On her dark eyes staring back at him. On her lips, swollen from their kisses.
    He reached for her waistband, grateful to realize he wouldn’t have to deal with zippers or buttons or hooks. The stretchy material was tight enough that it didn’t need help staying up.
    Realizing his hands were shaking, he curled them into fists for a brief second while he tried to regain some control.
    Just another woman. She’s just another woman .
    Total bullshit. But if he let himself think about what she really was, he’d be toast.
    Curling his fingers in the skirt’s hem, he started to pull. The material didn’t want to move right away, but he gave a hard tug, and it gave up the fight.
    He never considered pushing the skirt up around her waist and taking her half-dressed.
    No, he needed her naked. Fast.
    On its way down, the skirt revealed the soft skin of her stomach. She didn’t have the tight body other women seemed to crave. No rock hard abs or muscular thighs.
    No, she was curved. Not fat. Just rounded.
    “So fucking pretty.”
    Moving down to her feet, he pulled the skirt to her ankles, then bent her knees and lifted her feet so he could get it all the way off and drop it on the floor. She lay before him bare from the waist down except for tiny red satin panties.
    Just the sight of them made his mouth water.
    He wanted to lean forward and put his mouth over the tiny triangle