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My hands grasp her thighs before I can stop myself from pushing her thighs wider.

Gentle. I need to be gentle.

My hands relax against her legs. I move her hips closer to the edge of the counter.

And my tongue flicks over the tight bundle of nerves.

My mind drinks in the delicious sounds escaping her. Her cry of pleasure short-circuits something in my brain. I want to satisfy her and make her hungry for more.

“Oh God,” she gasps.

I can’t stop toying with her little bud. Her panties are wet, but I want them fucking soaking before I even contemplate removing them.

I trace lazy circles around her heated center, swiping back and forth, up and down, hitting from every angle I can.

Her body arches and hips lift as my fingers continue to caress up and down her legs. And her thighs wrap around my head snuggly and so damn soft against my heated skin. I'd suffocate on her if she’d let me.

My fingers inch higher with each pass, teasing her and myself with the possibility of sinking my fingers deep inside her pussy.

Finally, I ease her panties down her legs, lavishing her inner thighs with kisses and nips, until she’s bare before me. Glistening and soaked with arousal.

I dive in like a starving man. My laps turn longer and faster. And my tongue teases her as I devour the taste of her.

Finally, blissfully, she grips my hair and holds me against her. And her fingers shake as her whole body trembles around me.

Her panting fills the kitchen. “Camillo…”

The breathy sound from her arrows a jolt straight to my cock. My name falling from her lips is going to completely undo me like some preteen who’s just discovered what sex is.

“I…I need, oh God…”

I growl against her, dipping my tongue into her wet pussy as my fingers move to brush over her clit again and again.

She writhes beneath me as her fingers tighten. “I just…I need to…”

And as another strangled plea leaves her, the brush of my fingers against her bud turns into a firmer stroke. And she shudders around my mouth, pulling me against her.

I’m a prisoner to her, and I’d gladly never leave.

This is heaven, my face between her legs, listening to her cry out and come undone because of me.

But this is far from over…

CHAPTER 25

ROSA

The world shatters as Camillo’s tongue works between my thighs, and my body has a mind of its own as it trembles in aftershocks. He’s the first man to touch me like this and not make a negative comment about my body. And I don’t want to focus on anything but the utter bliss flowing through my veins right now.

Hazily, I watch him rise from his knees. I bite down on my lip, trying to control my erratic breathing.

The smile on his face is wolfish, and my heart flutters in my chest.

“How long do we have until we need to make dinner?” he rumbles.

My body sags with deflation. It’s over. That’s it. One mind blowing orgasm, and he’s had his fill. “Um, half an hour.”

“Good,” he clips.