Bewildered and heated at once, he moved his big hands unsteadily over her back and shaped his trembling fingers to her deliciously dainty waist. He had never before held anything like her—so sweetly slim and supple and curved to delicate perfection. His chest tightened and ached and he wanted to weep. Sognavo di te. I’ve dreamed of you. Ti ho voluta tra le mie braccia dal primo momento che ho vista. I’ve wanted you in my arms since the moment I met you.
