“Actually, he’s only a puppy grown too large, and it’s not his fault he’s a Cane Corso. They went to war with Roman legions.”
“His fault is you.” She rattled the keys at Axe. “Tell him to heel or beg or something.”
He’d bet that was what she wanted him to do. Not a chance.
Axe crossed his arms to keep from reaching for his phone and videoing the confrontation. On second thought, this was too entertaining.
Leanna was a beehive of activity, huffing and puffing, practically pulling her hair out and stomping in circles like a contestant in a grape squeezing contest.
Gio copied her, jumping and spinning in circles and smashing into the screen door—not hard enough to break it, because he was well-trained, but enough to intimidate.
Axe snuck out his phone and put it in video mode. He was able to film five seconds when Leanna noticed what he was doing.
“Shut that thing off.” She advanced with fingernails in full bore. Thank goodness she was a baker and kept them trimmed short. But never underestimate a Latina’s enraged claws.
Axe ducked and wrapped one arm around Leanna’s waist. He swung her around, causing her to lose her balance. She screamed, and Gio howled.
“Let me go. Let me go.”
“I don’t think that would be wise,” Axe said. “You need to simmer down.”
“You can’t tell me what I need to do. You don’t get to say.” The fists started pounding on his chest and shoulders. “You’re a bad man. You sicced that dog on me. How dare you take liberties with me? Let me go. I’m sure my mom called the police. They should be here any minute now. You’re going to be in so much trouble. Let me down.”
“I’m going to set you down and kiss the living daylights out of you. Consider yourself warned.” He plopped her onto her bootheels the same way a gardener would throw down a potted tree into a hole.
“You can’t!” Her mouth opened wide, and she karate-chopped both sides of his neck.
“I’m calling self-defense.” He dipped her back, and she lost her balance.
Her fingers clawed at his jacket, and he pressed forward, stopping a millimeter from her plush and very wet lips.
Both of them breathed heavily, but he made no move—simply held her still and waited for the chemical reaction.
“Oh, heck,” she muttered. “Defend yourself from this.”
She closed the gap and bit his lower lip, jolting him with a delicious pain that shot straight to his groin. His dick strained against his pants, and the blood in his body raced like wildfire through his veins.
Since she had a hold of his lower lip, he swiped her upper teeth with his tongue. She inhaled and angled her face, finding the fit perfectly and sucked his tongue at the same time. He withdrew and tugged her lip with his teeth, gentler than she’d been.
He felt her moan and clutch him tighter, grasping his neck and shoulders while sparring with his lips and tongue.
She put up a more than credible fight, running her tongue along the line where his gums met his mouth, and twisting her tongue around his, jockeying for position. He raised her to a standing position, then picked her up by grabbing both butt cheeks. Her legs snapped around his waist, placing her sweet slit right up against the battering ram of his cock—unfortunately separated by two layers of clothing.
He set her on the counter between the kitchen and the living room, allowing her to rub against his hot iron rod. She was everything and more than he’d ever imagined, hot, lush, exciting, and the way she moved was liquefying all his blood and self-control. His hands itched to grab her breasts. Every cell in his body was primed to rip her pants off and slam his meat in between her juicy thighs.
Gio’s barks grew sharper, sensing the excitement. Leanna’s panting accelerated, moaning and heaving, boiling over like hot sauce exploding from a volcano.
Her fingers grappled his clothes, and she fought him, hip to hip, lip to lip, chest to chest, trying to remove his leather jacket.
“No.” The word pained him more than a barbell cracking his head.
“No?” She snapped her mouth from his, then surprised him by headbutting his forehead. “You’re telling me no?”
“No.” He rubbed his forehead. “You call that self-defense?”
“I call bull.” She licked her swollen lips long and slow. “You’re the weenie who can’t take the heat. Now, are you going to take me back to the bakery and get out of my life?”
“No.”
“Is that all you can say? No? Not great with the words, are you, Mr. Axe Salvadori, cool nightclub owner.”
“No.”
What could he say? She’d tied up his tongue, and he hated the way his balls pinched when they didn’t get their way. The one thing he prided himself on was control.
“You’re dumb, anyway.” A sly smile lit her face. “But you can be useful as a decoy. Maybe my mom was right. I am running off on vacation with an unsuitable guy. That’ll keep these so-called watchers off our trail.”
“Maybe.”
She tapped his chin and smiled, flashing her teeth. “You’re learning.”
