The Mafia's Bride
His mouth consumed hers so thoroughly she thought her lips might combust.
One of his hands slid down to her stomach, caressing her skin as though he were massaging her, slow and deliberate. His thumb circled her navel, teasing it with languid strokes. Her breath hitched sharply. It was highly erotic. Other women might have their armpits as their erogenous zone, hers was her navel. The way he toyed with it sent shivers of pleasure dancing along her nerves.
From her lips, Giovanni's mouth trailed hotly down her neck, alternating between sucking and nipping her skin. Meanwhile, his hand drifted lower, inch by inch, until it cupped the soft, heated core of her sex. Her back arched involuntarily