Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
She looked so beautiful and peaceful that I couldn’t help myself. When I pulled her hair back away from her neck, I ducked my head and planted a small kiss under her ear.
Leila’s eyes flew open, but she didn’t say anything.
“Sorry. That was unprofessional of me.”
She nodded. “Good thing the pizza rolls are out of reach.”
A joke. She must’ve been feeling a bit better if she made a joke. Then suddenly she was moving, wiggling under me as she twisted her body. At first, I thought she was trying to get up, but as I lifted myself up to give her room, I realized she was turning over.
Onto her back.
What did that mean? That the massage was done? Or that—perhaps—she wanted me to focus on other body parts? The thought made my mouth water.
“Thank you,” she said, staring into my eyes.
“The pleasure was all mine.” God, did I truly mean that.
“Do you… could you…”
I waited, but no more came from her rosy lips. “Do you want me to continue?” If so, we were going to have to have a talk about where. I had some ideas, but she might not like them.
“Could you, maybe, kiss me?”
My pulse sped up even as a big, goofy smile spread across my face, but I didn’t worry about looking like an idiot—not in front of her. Leaning over her, I lowered my mouth to hers, closing my eyes after hers did.
The scent from her hair and her skin was overpowering, and I wanted to devour her, but she was obviously going through something today. I wanted to make her forget her troubles, so she didn’t need me to rush things.
But it was hard to hold back. Her mouth was perfect. Soft, but warm lips that parted immediately for me. A small gasp as I explored her. She tasted as good as she looked.
Leila wrapped her arms around me, and I loved the way her body felt under mine. I wanted to touch every part of her, but I settled for sinking my fingers into her silky hair as I devoured her mouth.
I could’ve listened to her moans all day. Hell, I could’ve kissed her all day. It felt right. We were good together. I focused on that thought and not that we wouldn’t be able to do this for much longer.
I worked my way along her jaw, nuzzling her throat. Her back arched, pressing her breasts against my chest. She was so damn responsive. It was hard to believe she was a virgin, except, well, there was no doubt she was. She was still so shy, so tentative… but she was opening up day by day, eager to experience more.
That thought was in my mind as I planted little kisses along her collarbones. The swell of her breasts was right there, and so damn tempting. Was she ready for that? The way she arched her back and pushed into my touch told me she might be.
Gently, I cupped her breast through her dress, and she groaned. “Has anyone kissed you here?” I located her nipple and rubbed a thumb over it.
“Yes,” she said, and then gasped, as if the answer had just slipped out. I could practically feel the blush on her face as she said that.
“Do you want me t—”
“Yes.”
I grinned at her instant answer and then undid the buttons on the front of her dress. Her face still red, she brought her hands up to cover her bra—an old-fashioned white one that did nothing to detract from her gorgeous body.
She looked so cute, hiding her breasts with her hands even though the bra covered even more. It was like she knew what she wanted—but didn’t quite know if she was brave enough to get there.
That was where I came in. Helping Leila get what she wanted had become one of my top priorities. “May I?” I slid my hand over hers.
She met my gaze briefly before looking away. Then she nodded.
Her hands retreated, leaving me cupping her soft mounds through the armor-like bra. I rubbed my thumbs over her bare skin above and gradually tugged down the cups. To my surprise, she helped, lowering first one bra strap down her arm and then the other.
And then her soft breasts spilled into my palms, and they were the most perfect handfuls ever.
“Oh!” she gasped. “That feels different than…” she trailed off.
“Massimo?”
Flushing even more, she shook her head. Oh. Carmine. Well, good for him. And if my oldest brother had deprived himself of this incredible treat, he was a fucking moron.
I experimented as I sucked her pointed little nipple into my mouth. When I licked it, she made one kind of sound. When I nibbled on it, she made another. It was like playing a finely tuned instrument. I wished I had a lifetime to master that instrument.