Page 50 of Blood Money
At my inadvertent admission, she froze. Then she grabbed my hair and lifted my head. “What?”
Maybe I hadn’t meant to say it, but I sure as hell meant the words. “I said I love you, Kendall O’Sullivan. But I didn’t say that to get you to say it back.”
She sucked her lower lip into her mouth.
Unfazed, I rolled to my side and pulled her back into the curve of my body. Of course my eighteen-year-old dick came to attention at the contact. “Sorry about that. He has a mind of his own,” I quietly teased.
Her body shook in what I hoped was silent laughter and not sobs. I rose to one elbow to look over at her face. Her eyes tracked my movement, and the smile that lifted the corners of her perfect lips warmed my heart. Content, I lay back down and snuggled her close.
The old-fashioned clock beside her bed ticked away the seconds as I smoothed my hand up and down her arm, occasionally dipping down to stroke along her soft thigh.
“I should see if she’s still awake. We can’t doze off again. Can you imagine what would happen if she came in to wake me up in the morning and you were in my bed? I’d be a dead woman.”
“I’d protect you,” I mumbled with my eyes closed.
She elbowed me.
“Oof! What’d you do that for?”
“Don’t fall asleep!”
“I’m not!”
She flipped to face me, and I sighed contentedly when she ran her soft hand over my forehead and down to cup my cheek. “Vittorio?”
“Hmm?”
“Look at me,” she whispered.
With a playful huff, I opened my eyes. Our noses were practically touching.
“I love you too.”
My heart stopped beating.
She tipped her head to bring her lips to mine, and that lifeless lump of muscle in my chest kick-started itself into overdrive. As we moved our mouths and stroked our tongues together sensually, I removed her clothes and then fused my lips to hers again. Not breaking our kiss, I rolled her to her back and settled between her parted legs. Her warm body beneath me felt better than anything in my life.
When she tipped her hips to catch the tip of my cock in her wet opening, I sucked in a sharp breath and slowly released it as I sank deep inside her tight sheath. “Fucking hell,” I breathed as I slowly moved in and out of her welcome heat.
With each thrust, she ground her clit against me. “Fuck yes,” I breathed as she moved faster, her pussy sucking on my aching cock.
The way she found her release pleased me as I braced myself and about died at the pulsing of her perfect, tight cunt. Once she sighed and her body went soft, I lost it. I plunged in deep over and over until I knew it was coming, then jerked out to explode on her stomach.
“Jesus, Kendall,” I panted, holding myself up off the mess I’d made. Finally, I got up and grabbed more tissues, then went to wipe her off.
She grabbed my wrist and stopped me. Using her free hand, she rubbed my cum into her skin.
“You are going to be the death of me,” I muttered.
With a grin, she got up and pulled her sleep shorts back on, then found a T-shirt in her dresser and put it on. It was a little more snug than mine had been, and I hoped her grandmother didn’t notice in the morning. While she dressed, so did I, though I didn’t want to.
Once I had all my shit gathered up, she slowly turned her doorknob and pulled back. She listened for a moment, then nodded and gestured for me to follow.
“How do you know she’s out?” I whispered.
She gave me a “Really?” stare, and then I heard the loud snore coming from the opposite end of the hall. My brows shot up, and she covered her giggle.
We tiptoed through the apartment. She tapped in the alarm bypass code and cracked the door. Then she peeked out and looked around outside before she opened it all the way.