“Yes,” I tell him. “I’ll stay for tonight.”
Whatever tension ebbed and flowed between us the moment I stepped into his place is now as taut as a tightrope, fastening me to him, growing tighter, thinner, threatening to either break or bring us together.
He gets up and walks around the island.
Stops beside me. Looms over me.
God, he’s just so much man.
I tilt my head back to stare up at him, watching his eyes as they pin me in place, searching the threads of red and the faintest lines of green amongst the brown. They are dreamy eyes. They are eyes that promise me things I never thought I’d ask for.
He reaches out and slips his hand through my hair to the back of my head, holding me there. His nostrils flare as he takes me in, our faces close, my lips parting.
Wanting.
Waiting.
My eyes fall closed as his lips gently brush against mine. His breath is hot, his lips warm, and something in my heart explodes.
The rest of me melts.
His tongue softly teases the rim of my lips and I open my mouth wider to let him in, open myself up to him, like I’ve reached into my chest, exposing my heart for the first time.
This is the slowest, most sensual kiss, it’s almost pornographic. It’s wet and aching and my toes are curling so much my sandals drop to the floor.
I suck at Luciano’s bottom lip, gently bite it, and the resulting moan makes my whole body clench. The pounding in my chest intensifies until it’s filling my ears and all I can think about is him, all I can feel is him.
How is this real?
He moves back, just a little, placing kisses at the corner of my mouth, along my jaw, the sweet spot beneath my ear. While his fingertips dig into the back of my head, his other hand moves up to my waist, sliding under the hem of my top.
I suck in my breath, tightening my abs, his fingers rough and slightly ticklish against my skin as they slowly make their way up to my breast.
Jesus.
This is happening.
My bra is a lacey underwire, barely supportive on a chest like mine, but definitely pretty.
Definitely flimsy.
I feel everything as his thumb passes over my breast, brushing against my nipple until I gasp. It hardens underneath his touch, my body tingling as his warm mouth makes its way down my neck to where it meets my shoulder. He sucks at my skin, while his hand works my breast, palming me, feeling the weight of it.
He groans again and I swear I’m injected with pure lust because all I can do is squeeze my legs together, trying to manage the need that’s building inside me.
Good luck with that, I think to myself as he bites my neck, making me squirm in my seat, my heart threatening to punch through my chest.
I just have one night.
I am wasting no time with this man.
I reach down with shaking hands to his jeans, eagerly trying to pop the first button while pulling him closer to me. There’s an urgency now that wasn’t there before and he responds to it, his mouth finding mine again. This time our kiss is harder, faster. It’s messy and sweet and unspools something inside me, all these emotions I’ve carried for Luciano over the last two and a half months.
I feel for him. Something. Everything.
In every way.
“I want you,” I manage to say against his lips. “I need you.”
He pauses, just enough to look me in the eyes. Fire flashes in them and I see myself in the flames, burning along with him.
“You have me. You always have,” he says hoarsely, kissing me again, breathless now, a frenzy between us that’s growing and growing.
I unzip his jeans, greedy, frantic. Slip my hand down the waistband of his boxer briefs, slide my palm over the wide, thick girth of him.
Holy. Shit.
Luciano growls as I give him a squeeze, feeling him hot and silky and throbbing against my palm, my grasp small against his width. A rush of power flows through me, to know that I did this to him, that I can bring him this much pleasure.
I grip him tighter, just to hear that rough moan again.
“Fuck,” he swears as he pulls back, reaching down to tug my tank top off my head, his stubble scratchy against the skin along my neck as he bites and licks and reaches back to unhook my bra.
He throws my shirt and bra to the floor, and there I am, topless in front of him.
He stares at my chest for a long moment, licking his lips, breathing hard, like he’s the luckiest son of a bitch alive.
“You’re a fucking angel,” he says to me, meeting my eyes with a carnal gaze. The raw lust in his voice makes me so wet that I’m clenching. “But I’m going to fuck you like the devil.”
My mouth parts in shock, my pulse hammering in my veins. I didn’t take Luciano to be such a bold talker, but I am here for it.
He steps back, takes his shirt off, tossing it to the side. He pushes his boxer briefs and his jeans down to the floor, stepping out of them, then…
Fucking hell.
I didn’t expect him to look like such a perfect fucking specimen of a man, either.
From his wide shoulders, to his hard, sculpted chest with just a bit of chest hair, to his six-pack abs and that hard ridge along his hips, he’s got the upper body of an Adonis. Then his legs, strong-as-fuck quads, and that extremely impressive cock standing at attention, and he’s the most devastatingly beautiful man I’ve ever laid eyes on.
And for tonight, he’s mine.
He’s finally mine.
“Get on your feet,” he says, reaching down and running a fist over his dick.
I stare for a moment as I feel need run through me so fast and strong it nearly gives me whiplash.
I get on my feet, placing my hand on the counter to
