Sunday Smooch - Back in the Italian's Bed - Annie West

Welcome to another LoveCats DownUnder Sunday Smooch!

Today we have a smooch from  Annie West but first 


... the two winner of last week's Sunday Smooch Giveaway is Tammy Yenalovitch.


Can you please contact lsmackay(at)ts(dot)co(dot)nz  to receive your copy of  A Father For Her Baby.



And now for today's Sunday Smooch from Annie's 'Back in the Italian's Bed':

It’s love at first sight for Jenna when charismatic hotelier Fabrizio Armati sweeps her off her feet in Venice. That chance encounter sparks a sizzling affair that lasts until she discovers Fabrizio sees her as no more than a convenient, expendable mistress. Then her world falls apart.

Six months later Jenna tells herself she’s moved on. Until Fabrizio walks into a meeting to find her working for his greatest rival. She’s about to discover just how far he’ll go to get her back in his bed.

When revenge turns to passion, will surrender be on his terms, or hers?

Scene set-up

Six months ago Jenna walked out on Fabrizio, the man she adored, when she discovered he could never return her feelings. Now working for his rival, Jenna is showing Fabrizio around the luxury boutique hotel he's negotiating to take over. She has just discovered that far from accepting her earlier decision to leave, Fabrizio searched Rome for her when she walked out on him.

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     Jenna pressed the heel of her hand to her thumping heart, trying to take in the enormity of what Fabrizio had revealed.

He’d searched, actually combed Rome for her?  

She felt light-headed, trying to grapple with such a foreign concept. It didn’t make sense. None of it did.

‘But why? Why go to so much bother?’ Wonderingly she met his gaze and caught a flash of something unfamiliar in those dark pewter depths.

‘Why?’ His lips twisted cruelly on the word. ‘You have to ask why?’ He shook his head, staring down at her as if he’d never seen her before.

A sudden jerk of his arm tugged her off balance. She fell against him, breast against hard, male heat, her hand splayed over superfine wool and powerful muscle.

‘Because of this.’ His head swooped down like a bird of prey on its target. The action was so swift she just had time to register shock before his mouth crashed into hers, forcing her head back. He gathered her in, one broad hand cradling the back of her skull. Dimly she realised he surrounded her, his legs planted around hers, shoulders blotting out the evening light, his body, his hands and mouth all she could feel.

Joy rose. Scalding, sudden, incandescent joy, at being within Fabrizio’s embrace again.

Her body reacted instinctively, her lips parting hungrily under the pressure of his, her body softening against his taut frame. Her hand crept up to plunge in the crisp hair at the back of his head.

Yet somewhere amidst the overload of sensation, her brain tried to assert itself.

‘No,’ she gasped against his mouth. ‘I don’t—’

‘But you do, don’t you, tesoro?’ His whispered, fervent words tracked a line across her cheek, to her ear and down her throat, making her shudder and her nipples peak with erotic pleasure. ‘You do want this. You want me, just as I want you. It’s always been like that between us. You can’t hide it.’

She was melting, the core of her liquefying under the double assault of his words and his magic touch. Any minute now and her legs would give way completely. She grabbed his shoulders and hung on.

‘Jenna!’ His voice was sharp and demanding, dragging her heavy eyes open. ‘You want me, don’t you?’

He looked so fierce, so war-like, her insides gave a little quiver of fear, even though she knew he’d never physically hurt her. He looked like a man goaded almost beyond the limit of his control.

She shook her head, dazed by the impressions bombarding her, and his hold tightened. He crushed her against him.

‘Say it, Jenna.’ His lips found the secret place below and behind her ear and she shuddered with need. A moment later she caught the sound of fabric tearing and his hand was on her breast, hot and delicious through the fragile lace of her bra. ‘Say it.’

Lust and longing. Curiosity and almost…fear at his harsh expression. That wasn’t anger or simple lust in those crystalline depths but something unfamiliar.

She thought of him searching for her, worrying for her, and her anger melted. Recklessness fired her blood at the realisation this would probably be the last time she felt this vibrant passion. With a sigh of defeat, she gave in to the inevitable.

She’d run from him but she’d never truly escaped.

Fisting her hands in his hair, Jenna pulled his head down and nipped him on the earlobe. His start of reaction was like a bolt of lightning zapping through all her erogenous zones. Always it had been like that. His pleasure was hers.

‘I want you, Fabrizio.’ The words emerged strong and true. ‘Just like you want me.’

If you want to read the rest of Fabrizio and Jenna's story, 'Back in the Italian's Bed' is available now for just 99c. Here are links to buy it from Amazon and Barnes and Noble. If you haven't yet bought a Mothers' Day gift, this might be just the thing!

If you were reuniting with your lover, where would you choose for your reunion? A five star hotel? A secluded cabin in the mountains? Maybe a yacht in the Bahamas or a trekking holiday to Kathmandu?

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Come back next Sunday, when the winner of today's giveaway will be announced and a smooch from Ella Carey will be posted!

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