Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
A spark.
There was an entire freaking wildfire of interest wreaking havoc on my body.
The sharp inhale of my breath was instantaneous, and I could have sworn I saw heat flash across Cesare’s eyes as he watched me.
Then, emboldened, his hand slipped upward slightly, sliding the material of my nightgown up my thigh, making the hem slip up, exposing my ankles.
The shiver that moved through me was involuntary, but very, very visible.
Suddenly, that tattooed hand wasn’t on my thigh anymore, but at the side of my neck, a firm pressure begging me to turn my head fully toward him.
I didn’t even pretend to try to fight it.
There was no use.
As soon as I turned, Cesare’s fingers were slipping upward, framing my jaw, his thumb moving out to stroke just under my lower lip, making them fall open.
A silent invitation.
One he was all too happy to respond to.
It felt like hours, like days, like a lifetime, for his face to move closer to mine, his gaze heavy-lidded and focused on mine.
The air felt sucked out of the room, out of my lungs, making my chest tighter, my brain getting lighter. Like being drunk.
That was how I felt, too, at that moment.
A little drunk.
On anticipation.
On him.
And then his lips were crashing down onto mine.
From the long gaze before, I had anticipated something soft and sweet.
But there was none of that.
His lips were hard and hungry on mine, making that wildfire burn hotter, moving through me until it overtook me completely.
His hand shifted down to my neck again as his lips slanted over mine.
So close, I could smell the traces of his cologne clinging to him, making me want to breathe it in, memorize it.
Then his hand was shifting backward, sliding into the hair at the nape of my neck. His fingers were gentle at first, coaxing, relaxing, creating little shivers that moved across my scalp and down my spine.
His tongue teased the seam of my lips, seeking permission, waiting until they fell open on a small sigh, then moving inside to claim mine.
A low, throaty sound escaped me, muffled by our joined lips as his tongue ring, cold and firm, teased over my tongue.
It made a different sort of sound move through Cesare then, something deep and primal, a growling noise that vibrated through his chest as his fingers flexed, then turned, gathering a handful of my hair and tugging.
It wasn’t shivers this time that moved through me, it was sparks.
Pain and pleasure mixed together to create a heady concoction I felt high on, making my hand shoot out, grabbing at his shoulder, finding his skin hot, his muscles tensed.
His other hand moved out then, snaking around my lower back, pulling me until I was shifting up, struggling a bit with the length of my night dress, before getting up onto my knees on the couch.
His hand kept pulling, though, coaxing me until I was straddled over him, until my hair was falling like a curtain around our faces as Cesare’s teeth nipped my lower lip, dragging a low moan out of me.
Both of his hands were moving then, sinking into my ass, fingers flexing there for a moment, then sliding up to my hips, dragging me down until I had no choice but to lower fully onto his lap.
I could feel the hardness of him through his sweatpants, the only thing between us then, save for the barely-there material of my panties that were getting wetter by the moment.
Cesare’s lips pulled from mine then, going instead to my neck, pressing kisses across the sensitive skin, making that ache between my thighs almost unbearable.
As if sensing this, his hands shifted down once again, going to my ass, sinking in, and coaxing me to move. To shift. To slide against him.
His cock rubbed against my cleft, making a shocked moan escape me, the sound loud in the quiet apartment, and I could feel his lips against my neck curve into a smile before his head lifted, his heated gaze holding mine as he pulled me against him once again.
This time, I pressed my lips together, trying to keep my sounds to myself, not wanting to alert Vega of anything going on in the living room. Not that she would care.
She’d always been the one trying to get me to loosen up a little around the opposite sex, have a little fun.
I’d just never found casual interactions with men all that enjoyable before.
But this?
This was fun.
This was… all-consuming, overwhelming.
Unstoppable.
Yes, unstoppable.
I felt like there was nothing that could stop this, that if something did, I might not survive.
That was how strong the need was, how deep the ache for more, for everything, for relief from the clawing need building inside of me.
The next time, I didn’t need him to guide me.
My hips found the motion they needed most, writhing and grinding down on his hard length, consumed with the idea of him inside of me, filling me, moving in me, driving me up and through an orgasm so intense that would tear a hole through time and space.