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hands.
“W…what does that mean?”
“Sweet…” he whispered. “Sweet but full bodied and full of juice…” He lowered his head and his lips met with hers. Her head was spinning as she felt his tongue flick over her lips and enter her willing mouth. He had her pressed up against the cold cellar wall, taking her breath away, and she didn’t want to come up again for air. She felt consumed.
The magnetism was stronger now. Where had this come from for the both of them? Never in all of her life had she experienced such powerful chemistry. So that night on his hotel balcony he’d been feeling it too.
“Oh Joanne,” he murmured. “I want you and I want you now…”
Chapter Four
He watched the flickering flame of desire in her eyes. There was no doubt about it; she wanted him too. He reached out and drew her close to him, pushing his hardness into her thighs. She yielded to him and groaned. He stroked her face and outlined her lips with his thumb. They parted to reveal her pearl-white teeth, and that pink tongue, so wet and warm, awaited him.
“ Bella , Joanne.” he murmured. “Please let me have you, here, right now.”
She nodded and he brought his hand to her throat and stroked it and then blazed a trail to her breast. He gently cupped it and then pulled her closer for a kiss that went on and on. He tasted the sweetness of her lips and wondered what other parts of her would taste like.
He removed her cotton overshirt and let it slide to the floor, and then he slowly hooked both thumbs under her strappy top and let the straps fall over her shoulders, revealing the most beautiful décolletage he had ever seen. He drew in a breath. Not even the coastline of Sicily or even Naples was as beautiful as the sight before him. He was just about to unhook her bra when he heard a voice call out.
“Hello!” The photographer! “What time are we going back to the hotel, then? I feel like my throat has been slit. Where’s the wine you promised me?”
Dante watched as Joanne shook her head and covered herself up, replacing the straps on her shoulders, recovering the discarded overshirt, and slipping it back on. “Damn Byrne,” she whispered under her breath.
“Never mind,” Dante said, softly stroking her cheek. “There will be other opportunities.”
He straightened as Byrne descended the wooden stairs.
“Ah there you are,” Byrne said, striding toward them.
“I haven’t forgotten your bottles of wine,” Dante said, handing him a couple of bottles from the shelf behind him.
Byrne grinned. “Thanks, these shall do nicely. How much longer will you be? Can I fire off some shots down here?”
“ Un momento, prego !,” Dante said looking into Joanne’s eyes. What was she saying to him? Dante exhaled. “Yes, go ahead if you like, take some photographs. Joanne and I will head back to the car.”
Byrne frowned. “Oh, I was hoping to take some shots of you checking the kegs, that kind of thing.”
“It’s okay, Dante.” Joanne had already started walking back up the stairs. “You don’t need me. I’ll wait in the car until you’ve finished.”
Did she mean literally, that she didn’t need him? He needed her very much. She was beginning to consume his thoughts night and day. “As you wish, Joanne. I will be driving you back to the hotel myself, please get into my car. Mr. Byrne, my chauffeur, Bruno, will take you back to the hotel.” Dante noticed Byrne staring hard at Joanne; it was obvious there was some bad blood there the way she seemed to tense up in the man’s presence. “If you like, I will leave Bruno at your disposal for the rest of the evening. He will take you anywhere you want to go.”
Byrne brightened. “Thank you, Mr. Alphonso. Sorry if I…er…interrupted anything earlier. I might visit a couple of bars this evening.”
Dante thought he heard Joanne mutter something under her breath as she finished walking up the steps.
When the photo shoot was over, Dante joined
“W…what does that mean?”
“Sweet…” he whispered. “Sweet but full bodied and full of juice…” He lowered his head and his lips met with hers. Her head was spinning as she felt his tongue flick over her lips and enter her willing mouth. He had her pressed up against the cold cellar wall, taking her breath away, and she didn’t want to come up again for air. She felt consumed.
The magnetism was stronger now. Where had this come from for the both of them? Never in all of her life had she experienced such powerful chemistry. So that night on his hotel balcony he’d been feeling it too.
“Oh Joanne,” he murmured. “I want you and I want you now…”
Chapter Four
He watched the flickering flame of desire in her eyes. There was no doubt about it; she wanted him too. He reached out and drew her close to him, pushing his hardness into her thighs. She yielded to him and groaned. He stroked her face and outlined her lips with his thumb. They parted to reveal her pearl-white teeth, and that pink tongue, so wet and warm, awaited him.
“ Bella , Joanne.” he murmured. “Please let me have you, here, right now.”
She nodded and he brought his hand to her throat and stroked it and then blazed a trail to her breast. He gently cupped it and then pulled her closer for a kiss that went on and on. He tasted the sweetness of her lips and wondered what other parts of her would taste like.
He removed her cotton overshirt and let it slide to the floor, and then he slowly hooked both thumbs under her strappy top and let the straps fall over her shoulders, revealing the most beautiful décolletage he had ever seen. He drew in a breath. Not even the coastline of Sicily or even Naples was as beautiful as the sight before him. He was just about to unhook her bra when he heard a voice call out.
“Hello!” The photographer! “What time are we going back to the hotel, then? I feel like my throat has been slit. Where’s the wine you promised me?”
Dante watched as Joanne shook her head and covered herself up, replacing the straps on her shoulders, recovering the discarded overshirt, and slipping it back on. “Damn Byrne,” she whispered under her breath.
“Never mind,” Dante said, softly stroking her cheek. “There will be other opportunities.”
He straightened as Byrne descended the wooden stairs.
“Ah there you are,” Byrne said, striding toward them.
“I haven’t forgotten your bottles of wine,” Dante said, handing him a couple of bottles from the shelf behind him.
Byrne grinned. “Thanks, these shall do nicely. How much longer will you be? Can I fire off some shots down here?”
“ Un momento, prego !,” Dante said looking into Joanne’s eyes. What was she saying to him? Dante exhaled. “Yes, go ahead if you like, take some photographs. Joanne and I will head back to the car.”
Byrne frowned. “Oh, I was hoping to take some shots of you checking the kegs, that kind of thing.”
“It’s okay, Dante.” Joanne had already started walking back up the stairs. “You don’t need me. I’ll wait in the car until you’ve finished.”
Did she mean literally, that she didn’t need him? He needed her very much. She was beginning to consume his thoughts night and day. “As you wish, Joanne. I will be driving you back to the hotel myself, please get into my car. Mr. Byrne, my chauffeur, Bruno, will take you back to the hotel.” Dante noticed Byrne staring hard at Joanne; it was obvious there was some bad blood there the way she seemed to tense up in the man’s presence. “If you like, I will leave Bruno at your disposal for the rest of the evening. He will take you anywhere you want to go.”
Byrne brightened. “Thank you, Mr. Alphonso. Sorry if I…er…interrupted anything earlier. I might visit a couple of bars this evening.”
Dante thought he heard Joanne mutter something under her breath as she finished walking up the steps.
When the photo shoot was over, Dante joined
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