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teeth found his neck and she nipped hard just at the curve to his shoulder.
    He gasped, and an instant later his hands were at her waist, hoisting her up onto the hard marble counter. A tearing tug at her shirt, an expert flick of his hand at the front catch of her bra and her breasts swung free.
    Jenna’s eyes lost focus, her lids lowering as he bent and suckled hard at her breast. Pleasure twanged like a fine wire of arousal stretching from her breast to the juncture of her thighs and she shuddered with delight. It was at once familiar and yet new, as if this encounter she’d never expected delved into uncharted territory. Greedily she grabbed his dark head and held it to her breast as she arched into him, her head lolling against the wall mirror.
    How she’d missed this – the pleasure he gave her so readily, so easily. More, she’d missed
him
, the man who, even now, consumed her thoughts, her very soul.
    Dimly she registered other things, the slap of his leather belt against her thigh as he wrenched at his trousers, the tearing of a condom wrapper. She shuffled closer to the edge of the vanity unit, needy for him. So needy her skin felt too tight for her body.
    ‘Yes,’ he groaned approvingly. ‘Like that.’
    Large hands clamped her thighs and hauled her right to the edge of the counter, then tunnelled up under her skirt, pushing it higher and higher.
    ‘You still wear stockings.’
    Was that relief in his voice as he palmed her bare upper thighs? She couldn’t tell over the rocketing pound of her pulse, but the gleam in his eyes was pure masculine appreciation.
    At least that was something he’d never stinted to give her. Maybe that’s why she’d made the fatal error of falling in love with him. Fabrizio was charming, effortlessly charismatic and passionate. Yet he had never returned her love.
    Desperate heat glazed her eyes and she blinked.
    He looked up, frowning. An instant later his hand was cradling her cheek as he took her mouth in a lush, open-mouthed kiss that was tender and sexy and pure bliss.
    Jenna’s heart tore wide open, the tightness in her chest easing as light and heat filled her. She cupped his face, tilting her head and allowing all her confused emotions to surface as she gave him kiss for kiss.
    She hadn’t felt whole since she’d left him. But this, now, felt so right.
    His hands were still on her face as he pulled back, his breath a soft brush of air on her cheeks, the tangy scent of his skin so familiar and enticing.
    For a moment she was sure he was about to speak. Then his lips firmed and she felt movement between her thighs. Her silk panties were dragged aside and in one long, easy movement Fabrizio filled her, pulling her to him so hard it felt as if he reached the very heart of her. Or maybe that was because of the way his silvery gaze held her, refusing to let her go.
    How had she forgotten this exquisite perfection? This feeling that the world had stopped spinning and nothing existed but the pair of them, as near to one being as it was possible for a couple to be.
    Jenna tried to fill her lungs but her chest was too tight to expand properly. She felt light-headed, drowning in the glow of wellbeing that encompassed her when Fabrizio held her like this, looked at her like this.
    For a moment she could almost convince herself this was more than sex, that he felt—
    She shut her eyes, blocking out that gleaming gaze, knowing she should be done with that fantasy. But he didn’t let her withdraw. His lips tasted hers, softly, temptingly, as his fingertips brushed whorls of pleasure from the tips of her breasts to her ribs.
    The sweet magic of it made her moan, her eyes flickering open.
    Instantly she was snared by his expression, a frown of concentration vying with the triumph in his smile and a look she wanted to think was tenderness in his eyes.
    When he moved, taking up a primitive, urgent rhythm that matched the frantic pulse of her blood, she couldn’t look away. Even when