Page 63 of Blood Money
“I’ve never gone without protection, except for that brief moment before you pulled out. But—”
“Me either,” he cut in.
“Not ever?”
“Never.”
“Oh boy.”
“Are you on birth control?”
“Yes.”
“How do you feel about me—”
“Yes,” I blurted, then immediately sucked my bottom lip between my teeth. I’d sounded desperate, and I hated that, but this was Vittorio. No one had ever felt like he did. No one ever affected me the way he did.
His gaze wandered a moment, and I knew he was thinking about backing out—until I saw it light on my cupcake. A wicked smile kicked the corner of his mouth up.
Before I could think to question that expression, he swiped a finger through the pink frosting. Then he painted my mouth with it. I released my bruised lip, and he leaned in to lick and suck the frosting off. My tongue tentatively chased his. While he did that, he was also reaching around me to unhook my bra. The tension of the fabric immediately released, and the straps fell off my shoulders.
“Take it off,” he whispered in a sultry demand.
Of course, I complied.
“Not that I didn’t love your tits before, but damn. They’re… bigger. Fucking beautiful.” Triumphant, he cupped my heavy breasts and pressed them together so he could dip his head to gather one in his mouth. Then he turned slightly to take the other one and suckle it. It felt amazing. He sucked hard, and I gasped at the direct connection to my goddamn core.
Without realizing it, I’d woven my fingers through his dark brown hair. With each deep pull of his mouth on my tit, I gripped his hair tight. It definitely wasn’t too orderly anymore.
When he released the current nipple with a pop, he grabbed the cupcake and shoved the frosting right over the tip, then repeated it with the other. At first I made a squawk of protest, but then he made sure to thoroughly clean it off. Both of them. It obviously took him a while, because he worked on that until I was squirming on the counter, afraid of the mess I was making.
I was wet. So fucking wet. And I wanted him more than I’d wanted a single solitary thing in my life.
Not true. But I wasn’t going there right now.
He peppered kisses up my chest, then dragged his lips lightly up the slope of my shoulder until I shuddered and each breath came in rapid succession.
He nibbled on my earlobe.
Goose bumps spread like a flash flood across the surface of my skin.
His nose and mouth feathered over the curve of my cheek.
I sucked in a sharp breath.
When his mouth found mine, he gently sucked on my lower lip, and I tasted the lingering sweetness from the frosting. He pulled back, and his magical fucking eyes mesmerized me. Lifting his finger, smeared with more frosting, he slowly pushed it into my mouth.
I closed my lips around it and sucked.
He groaned, and his thick, hot length jumped between us. I wanted to grin at my victory. That I’d gotten to him. He’d worked me over for God knew how long, but finally, I had the upper hand. I spread my legs a little more and rocked them so I slid my release along the underside of his cock.
He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as I curled my hand around his and started to suck on his finger the way I wanted to suck on his cock if he didn’t shove it in my waiting hole right fucking now.
As if he’d read my mind, he pulled his hips back and lined the head up against me, swirling it in the slippery liquid that tattled on me and my excitement. He teased me with the tip, and I tightened my legs around him, pulling him in farther.
A primal growl rumbled deep inside him, and his hips drove forward, impaling me on his big, perfect shaft. “Fuck,” he grunted when he was buried deep.
His finger left my mouth with a pop, and I leaned back to rest on my hands so I could see. His cuff links went flying. I heard them ping on the floor and bounce.