Page 63 of Fracture

When Lorelei stirred in the morning, Vinnie was still in bed with her. His back was to her, and the steady rise and fall of his side said he was sleeping. For real.

Her ten days were up. She was feeling stronger, and she was not willing to wait another day. She wanted Vinnie.

She kissed his back and slid her hand under the tee he slept in. His skin was warm and smooth. She eased her hand to his stomach, brushing over a patch of hair before reaching his bellybutton. She kissed his neck and moved her hand up to his chest.

He’d never let her touch him, so she wasn’t going to push the limits, but she wanted to feel his skin.

She lifted her shirt off her stomach so she could feel his warmth against her bare flesh. With her hand on his chest, her belly to his back, and her lips against his neck, she knew the moment he woke up.

“Lorelei?” he groaned.

She didn’t say anything, just continued what she was doing.

His soft moan said he wasn’t against it. He reached back and cupped her hip, pulling her body closer to his.

She slid her hand back down his body, stopping short at the edge of his shorts. She teased the soft hair she found peeking out from his waistband and dug her fingers into his flesh.

He groaned again, then flipped so fast her arm got caught between them. He tugged her close, letting her feel the way he’d responded to her early morning exploration, then kissed her hard, prying her lips apart with an eager tongue that plunged deep into her mouth and teased her right back.

When he tried to push her to her back, she stopped him.

He pulled back, looking at her with glassy, confused eyes.

“No clothes. I want to feel all of you.”

“But—”

“My time is up, Vinnie. If you don’t want this, I won’t push, but I want you. I want to feel you inside me. I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel. I want you.”

He groaned and dropped his forehead to hers. His eyes were closed, and his body tense. The only part of him that moved was his cock twitching against her hip. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You could never,” she breathed. “I trust you.”

His eyes opened at her words, and his breath hitched.

She cupped his jaw. “I trust you, Vinnie. And I want you. Please.”

“Last night?—”

“Please don’t tell me no.”

“I don’t think I could ever tell you no.”

“Then kiss me.”

He lowered himself over her slowly, giving her time to stop him. She had no intention of doing so. She lifted to meet him in the middle, drawing him down to her with an arm around his neck.

His lips against hers made her sigh. He was familiar and safe. He was exactly what she wanted. She closed her eyes and gave in to the feel of his body next to hers and his lips against hers.

His hand grazed over her body, tentative and careful. He lifted her tank top and spread his hand wide on her belly. When he pulled back, she blinked her eyes open.

“I want to see you,” he whispered, his gaze locked on the exposed strip of flesh. “I want to look at you, Lorelei.”

“Yes,” she breathed. She wanted to see him, too. All of him.

He eased her shirt up her belly, kissing the skin he uncovered. When he reached her breasts, he sat up and used both hands, slipping them under her tank top and palming her breasts. He groaned and drew a sharp breath, then pushed her shirt out of the way.

She leaned up and let him pull it off her body.