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"Maybe I don't need that much time," she says, her voice husky.

I cup her face in my hands, my thumbs stroking her cheeks.

"You're insatiable."

"You started this," she says, leaning in to nibble on my earlobe. "What? Now you can't handle what you let out?"

I laugh, a deep, rumbling sound in my chest.

"Trust me, dolcezza," I say, my hands sliding down her back to cup her ass. "I can handle anything you can dish out."

She rocks against me, her wetness sliding along the length of my cock.

I groan, my fingers digging into her flesh.

I know she's still sensitive, but I also know that's not going to stop her. If anything, it will probably spur her on.

She looks down at me, her eyes dark and full of challenge.

"We'll see about that," she says, and starts kissing her way down my body.

I watch her, fascinated. I've never met a woman like her before. She's a paradox—a bundle of contradictions. Hard and soft, vulnerable and guarded, giving and demanding.

And right now, she is focused.

Very, very focused.

Chapter Eighteen

Donna

Lorenzo is watching me.

I can feel the weight of his gaze, heavy and intense. But I don't mind. In fact, I kind of like it.

I like the way he looks at me. As if I'm some kind of mystery he's trying to solve. A puzzle he can't quite figure out.

And I like being on top of him. Being the one in control, at least for the moment.

I press a kiss to his chest, right over his heart.

I can feel it beating, strong and just a little bit quick beneath my lips. It's a surprisingly intimate thing, feeling the evidence of his life so close to me.

He makes a sound in his chest, and I smile against his skin.

I continue my downward journey, pressing kisses to his stomach, to his hips, to the sensitive skin of his inner thighs.

He's so beautiful. All lean, hard muscle and warm, olive skin. I want to explore every inch of him.

I want to memorize the shape of him, the taste of him, the feel of him.

I want to know what makes him groan, what makes him shudder, what makes him lose control.

I want to be the one to take him apart, piece by piece.

And then I want to put him back together again.

Right now, he's lying in my bed and watching my every move.