Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
I sob his name, practically throwing myself into his arms as tears pour down my face.
He catches me, dragging me onto his lap. His lips crash against mine, his kiss wild and fierce before he eases off to brush tears from my cheeks. “Thank you for trusting me with your story, angel.”
“Please be patient with me, Alessandro,” I plead quietly in response. “I want this so freaking bad, but I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m so afraid I’m going to mess it up.”
His lips curve into a soft smile. “You can’t mess it up, Heidi. There are no rules.” He seems to think better of it as soon as he says it. “Actually, I take that back. There is one rule.”
“What?” I ask, my heart in my throat.
“No more making me come looking for your sexy ass when I get off at night,” he growls, his eyes narrowed on me. “I expect to find you in this bed where you belong.”
“Alessandro, we can’t just—”
He silences me with his lips against mine. “We can do whatever the fuck we want, angel,” he growls against my lips. “No rules, remember?”
“You just made a rule,” I remind him.
He growls playfully, making me giggle.
“Fuck, I love that sound.” He kisses me again and then again, running his hands up and down my sides.
“I love that,” I hum, melting into him.
“What?”
“The way you touch me.” I look up at him through my lashes. “The way you look at me. I’ve always been a big girl, but you make me feel beautiful.”
“I make you feel beautiful?” He cocks a brow. “Baby, you haven’t looked in a mirror lately if you don’t feel that way every goddamn day.” He grabs my hand, placing it over his groin. “I’ve been this fucking hard since you opened the door in that damn apron.”
I wrap my hand around him through his pants, unable to help myself. He’s so damn hard.
He growls my name, his head falling back. His heated eyes meet mine as he bucks into my hand.
“Alessandro?” I push against his chest. “I’m feeling very brave.”
“Oh, yeah?” His dimples pop out, a lazy grin spreading across his face. “How brave, Sunshine?”
“Lay back, and I’ll show you.”
He doesn’t waste any time obeying. He stretches out on his back, his hands interlaced behind his head, a smirk on his face. God, he’s gorgeous.
I sit up on my heels, staring down at him with the tip of my tongue caught between my teeth, trying to decide where to start.
“Do your worst, Sunshine. I can take it.”
Grinning, I straddle his waist, my hands dancing over the defined muscles of his chest. His breath hitches as I lean down to press hot kisses against his collarbone before trailing my lips down his solid pectorals.
I pause to admire the ink swirling across his skin, the lines and curves telling stories that are part of him. My fingers trace their path as if reading braille. His heartbeat thrums beneath my fingertips, beating strong.
A low growl rumbles from him, vibrating against my lips as I continue my journey down his body. His abs tense under my touch, his muscles flexing beneath my palms.
He reaches out, tangling his hands in my hair to push it back behind my shoulders. "You're so damn sexy," he groans, watching me with half-lidded eyes. The way he looks at me...it fists around my heart, squeezing out emotions that are far more exhilarating than terrifying for once.
“So are you,” I whisper, dipping my head to press a kiss just above the waistband of his pants.
He responds with a sharp intake of breath. “Careful, Sunshine.” The husky warning rolls off his tongue like sweet honey.
“You told me to do my worst,” I remind him, holding his gaze as I unbutton his jeans. He doesn’t stop me, not even when I peel them down, and his erection springs free.
I lean down again, pressing hot kisses against his stomach, each one drifting lower.
He hisses when I get too close, his abs tightening under my lips. He practically squirms, trying to get me where he wants me, but I ignore him, kissing everywhere except there—his hips, the insides of his thighs, and the dark thatch of hair beside his shaft.
“Fuck,” he groans, his entire body shuddering as he breaks. “Please, Sunshine.”
Triumph surges through me as I finally give him what he wants, wrapping my lips around the head of his cock. His strangled cry of ecstasy sends waves of heat radiating through my body.
I lick the salty drop of precum from him, my heart pounding against my ribcage. His hand finds the back of my head, his fingers tightening in my hair. He's gentle as he urges me down further, his hips lifting in a silent plea.
I take him deeper, my eyes watering as I try to take all of him. I use one hand to stroke what I can't fit in my mouth, twisting it in the same rhythm as my mouth.