Hot Moves – Summer Lovin Read Online Loni Ree

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Mafia Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
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“Lorenzo, I don’t want you to stop,” she states, shocking the hell out of me.

“Are you sure?” I murmur, my voice husky from the intensity of the kiss and the emotions blasting through me. As a man who’s never been allowed to express his feelings for fear of putting others in danger, this is all completely new. And I have to admit I love the freedom. “I’m not sure I could ever give you up once I’ve made your fucking luscious body mine.”

We stand there in the hallway, the air between us crackling with the electricity of our newfound understanding. There are a thousand things I could say, a thousand warnings about the world we’re stepping into, about the dangers that will inevitably follow us, but I remain perfectly still. Frozen. Waiting for her to make the first move.

The room is dimly lit by the soft glow of bedside lamps casting warm shadows on the walls. The air is charged with anticipation and the lingering scent of the ocean. Mira stands before me, her eyes locked onto mine, filled with a mix of desire and trust that sends a jolt straight to my cock.

She reaches for my starched dress shirt and pulls it open, spraying buttons around the room. “Does that answer your question?” She looks up at me and innocently bats her eyelashes.

“Fuck me.”

“That’s my line,” she whispers against my lips as I pull her curvy body close and cover her lips with mine.

I step closer, and the space between us disappears. My fingers reach for the hem of her summer dress, my touch lingering on her skin for a heartbeat longer than necessary. Her breath catches as I begin to lift the fabric, revealing more of her to the dim light. Her dress slips easily over her head, pooling at her feet in a whisper of floral-patterned cotton.

My gaze travels over her, taking in the smooth expanse of her shoulders, the gentle curve of her waist, and the delicate line of her collarbone. She's unbelievably beautiful, and the realization only intensifies the heat coursing through me.

I reach behind her to unclasp her bra, my fingers deft but deliberate, savoring each moment. As the garment falls away, I step back, allowing my eyes to feast on her luscious curves. The vulnerability in her eyes is matched by a fierce courage, a willingness to surrender that heightens my own need. I ignore the urge to rush, needing to make this special for my little bambolina.

My hands move lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her underwear. I slide them down her hips, letting them drop to the floor beside her dress. She stands before me now, completely exposed, a luscious living work of art.

Every inch of her calls to me, and I respond, closing the distance once more. My hands roam over her skin, memorizing the softness, the warmth. The touch is electric, a pulse that matches the rapid beat of my heart.

Unable to resist any longer, I let out a low growl and begin to undress myself. My shirt is the first to go, ripped away with an urgency I can't suppress. The rest of the buttons fly as fabric tears. All that matters is Mira standing there in all her glory.

My shoes and pants come off next, kicked aside carelessly. As I step out of the last of my clothing, I pull her into my arms, the heat of our bodies mingling.

“Mira,” I murmur, my voice husky with desire. “You’re everything.”

She responds not with words but with action, her hands exploring my now bare skin, igniting fires wherever they touch. The world narrows down to this moment, this room, this intoxicating union of souls.

I kiss her then, not gently but with a raw intensity that reflects the storm inside me. Her lips, soft and hungry, meet mine with equal fervor, and in that kiss, I find both a release and a promise.

As we move toward the bed, the last coherent thought I have is that this night, this connection is something I will protect at all costs. Mira is more than just a spark in the darkness. She’s my match in every way.

My thoughts splinter when she reaches between us to wrap her soft hand around my hard-as-steel cock.

I throw back my head and growl her name to the ceiling as she slowly strokes my cock.

“Fuck.” I can’t control the words falling from my lips. My fucking cock has been rock-hard since the moment I first laid eyes on her, and I’m about to come way the hell too soon.

I step back and wrap my hands around her sweet face. “I love you.” I mutter the three words I’ve never said to anyone except my sister and my grandmother.

“Then show me how much,” she breathes against my lips.

I lift her against my chest and cover her sweet lips with mine. As I slide my tongue inside her mouth, her sweetness flows through me. Her tongue brushes against mine, nearly sending me to my knees.



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