Her Shameful Secret by Susanna Carr

wickedly sensual she didn’t think she could control.
    Antonio crushed her against him, his strong arms caging her. She gasped as her breasts pressed hard against his chest. He plowed his hands into her hair, pushing the rubber band free before tangling his fingers into the long tresses. There was no escape, she realized as he kissed her.
    Antonio easily broke through her resistance as his tongue plunged into her mouth. She had physically ached from the loss of this passion. This was what she wanted back in her life, whatever the consequences.
    Isabella surrendered and sagged against Antonio. She grabbed onto his shoulders, needing to hold something solid as her world spun crazily. Her hands skimmed his back and she clutched his shirt, bunching the fine linen in her fists.
    Antonio’s growl of triumph vibrated deep in his chest. The sound tugged deep inside her as she rolled her hips restlessly against him.
    Isabella skimmed her hands over his broad chest, shoving his tie to one side. Her fingers fumbled with urgency against his strong neck before she speared her fingers through his thick hair. She ground her mouth against his, craving another taste of him.
    Antonio groaned with pleasure as he delved his tongue past her lips. Her skin tingled with anticipation as she drew him in deeper. He dominated and conquered her mouth, leaving her breathless.
    He leaned in and trapped her firmly against the window with his body. Isabella wanted to feel his hands allover her, wanted him to pleasure her as only he could. She rubbed her hips against his thick arousal, teasing him until his fingers clamped down on her waist. Antonio held her still, the strength and size of his hands sending a thrill down her spine.
    Tearing his mouth away from hers, Antonio muttered something in Italian against her cheek that she didn’t catch. He slanted his mouth against her throat and laved her heated skin with the tip of his tongue. Isabella fisted his hair and tilted her head back, offering him free rein.
    As he caressed her neck with his lips Antonio brushed his fingertips against the hem of her T-shirt. Her breath caught in her throat as he glided his hands along her ribcage. Isabella pressed her hands flat on the window behind her, arching her spine, brazenly offering herself to Antonio as he grazed his fingers along the underside of her breasts.
    Isabella swallowed hard as impatient need swirled inside her. Her legs trembled, her heart raced and desire clawed through her. She felt a hint of feminine pride as she watched his chest rise and fall rapidly as he fought for restraint. She knew then that he too felt the relentless compulsion, but he was trying to control it.
    Isabella didn’t want him to hold back. She needed Antonio to act on the wild desire that pulsated between them. She had to relive this feeling one more time.
    She reached for Antonio’s necktie and pulled it free. The silk hadn’t landed on the floor before she tore at his shirt buttons, her fingers scrabbling with haste. She parted the fine linen, exposing Antonio’s golden-brown chest. Clutching the shirt with both hands, Isabella dragged him closer, until the hard, aching tipsof her breasts rubbed against the coarse black hair on his chest.
    Isabella moaned as her nipples tightened against the soft cotton of her T-shirt. She wanted to feel his skin on her. Isabella shoved Antonio’s shirt off his powerful shoulders, desperate to feel more of him. She wanted all of him.
    “Say my name,” he said roughly as he dragged her shirt up.
    “Anto—” Isabella frowned, momentarily confused, until it dawned on her why he’d made that request. Did he believe she was thinking of Giovanni? She gasped against his mouth as hurt ricocheted inside her. Flattening her hands against his hard chest, she tried to push him away. “How dare you?” she said in a whisper.
    “Your eyes were closed,” he mocked. “And you weren’t saying anything. I wanted to make sure you knew which