He scoops me up like I'm feather light, like I belong right here, with him, and he has to have me. I know it's true. I want him to have every part of me. There's no room for my little voice of doubt when he carries me over to the car, setting me down in the passenger seat and practically running around to the driver's side to gun the engine.
He breaks about fifteen traffic laws on the way to his apartment and I swear I nearly get whiplash every time he brakes. When I glance at him, I can see the outline of his erection along the leg of his pants and it looks even longer and larger than it felt when he was pressing it up against my thigh.
Part of me doesn't think he'll ever be able to fit inside of me, the other part is desperate to try.
We're at his building in a matter of minutes and Tony screeches the car to a halt, handing the keys to the parking attendant as he rounds to open my door again. I look up at the building, awed by the scale of it. I always knew Tony's was powerful, but this place is unreal.
His arm slips around my waist, his hand settling firmly into the small of my back, making me hyper aware of his touch and the charge of electricity zinging right through me. This is worlds away from Dad's bakery, but with Tony leading me on, I know it could be a part of my future.
I feel like everyone in the lobby must know exactly what we're up to, but Tony strolls on past the concierge with a confident nod, and I do my best not to look like we're sneaking up to his apartment to have sex in the middle of the day.
Because, oh wow - we are. That's exactly what we're doing, because we can't keep our hands off each other.
He pulls me into the elevator and as soon as the doors close, he's rounded on me, caging me against the back wall with his impressive arms. I’ve never felt so small, or flustered. But damn it, I want him.
"You're sure about this?" Tony asks, looking down at me with such seriousness in his eyes and I know he'd back off in an instant if I asked him to.
There's no way I want that.
I reach up, pulling his head down so that I can reach his lips and kiss him as hard as I can, until I'm breathless.
"You're the only man I've ever wanted, Tony."
"Say it," he demands, lips quirking up at the corner like he knows he's letting his ego get the better of him.
"Say what?"
His lips trail a string of kisses up my neck, and he nibbles slowly along my earlobe, doing something with his tongue that nearly has my eyes rolling back into my head. He's like Kryptonite, and I'm completely totally doomed.
"Say, 'I want you to take me.'"
The rush of breath flooding my lungs is involuntary. My heart is thundering in my chest. "I do."
"Say it."
"I want you to...make love to me. I want you to take me."
"I'm gonna turn you into a real woman, Libby. My woman."
"Oh, yes Tony…"
His knee nudges between my thighs and I spread my legs for him, already grinding shamelessly against the friction he's providing.
"You want this? I'm not so sure."
"I do. Tony, please."
"Tell me."
"Tony. I need you."
"Where?"
"Inside me. I need you inside me...Right now."
He lets out a rumbling growl and the elevator doors ping open on his floor just in time. It should be no surprise that he has a penthouse. Or that he grabs me around the waist to throw me over his shoulder and carry me in like a total caveman.
I could totally be Jane to his Tarzan.
We don't make it to the bedroom. He drops me down onto the first horizontal surface we come across, which just happens to me the large, sprawling couch, right in front of the floor to ceiling windows overlooking the whole city.
Tony pulls his belt off and my eyes lock onto it for a long, solid moment, my mouth watering with anticipation as I wonder just what he's planning on doing with it, but then he lets it drop to the floor and tugs his shirt up over his head in one smooth motion.
He's everything I ever imagined, chiseled and brawny and huge, his broad expanse of chest tapering down to a narrow waist, and holy hell, he's down to his boxers so fast I nearly don't see where his pants went.
"I should be treating you like a princess, Libby. I know you deserve it, but I can't hold back any longer."
I bite my lip, eyes locking onto his cock that has to be as thick as my wrist and nearly as long as my forearm and I force my eyes back up to his face. "I don't want you to hold back, Tony."
There's no time to second guess myself. I pull my dress off in a hurry, conscious of my round stomach and the size of my breasts, but Tony's over the top of me in a moment. His hands everywhere, stroking warmth right through me, worshipping every inch of my skin as he unhooks my bra. His mouth closes over my breast, kissing hard, sucking harder, and I shiver with the pleasure of it all.
His thumbs slip into the waistband of my panties and I wiggle out of them as he slides them down my legs. It takes a minute before I'm brave enough to pull his boxer briefs off, and when I do, his cock snaps back up against
