With a lone shaky finger, I directed Frankie’s attention to the duffel bags. “My cousin paid.”
Frankie’s eyes narrowed at the ten bags taking up the entire length of his wall, but his breath stuck. “And you are sad because you believe this means you have to return to Chicago?”
I shrugged rather than admit the truth. Admitting I didn’t want to leave made it harder when Westley forced me. I was the literal definition of hot mess express.
Frankie pulled me closer and then in the next heartbeat the duffel bags didn’t matter anymore because his lips pressed against mine.
CHAPTER 17
I should have jerked away. Yelled for help or demanded he let me go, but my body refused. Rather than fight off Frankie’s kiss, I fell into it. Hell, I deepened it.
I’d been kissed before, but something about Frankie was different from anyone else. He took control of my body with a simple kiss and I allowed it. In fact, for the first time since Frankie took me from the bar in Chicago, my body and mind were in complete agreement. I wanted everything he offered. I had no worries about Chicago or Westley. His fingers trailed up my legs, meeting my bare skin under my skirt. I didn’t stop to think about my cousin’s anger. We were the only two people in the entire world who mattered, and I wasn’t going to let anything else stop our moment.
Without removing his mouth from mine, Frankie slid my body on top of his so I straddled his thick thighs. The wanton parts of me demanded more, but I couldn’t bring myself to make a move. Frankie’s lips on mine were perfect, exactly what I’d wanted for so long. From the first moment I’d seen him. They may have been the reason I got into the vehicle with him at all.
We kissed, our breath mingling, as he held me tightly to him and I sagged in relief, covered by his arms. Our problems were far from over, but they no longer felt insurmountable. My heart chased the rush Frankie’s touch created and the way he trailed his finger across my knee yanked moans from between my lips like I’d never given to anyone else.
I was content to stay like that forever. To eat every meal in Frankie’s arms, on his couch, in his office, but after time passed, he drew almost every last breath out of me, becoming one with his own. His fingers found the skin over my ribs, and he toyed with the hem of my shirt, bringing it up a few inches higher. His big palms, the same ones I loved when he held my chin, delicately sought my breasts and he cupped them in his hands with the same reverence he paid to every part of my body.
I could find a hundred people in town to claim Frankie was nothing more than a harsh mob ruler, but my body disagreed. He cared for me with a tenderness unlike anyone else, and I basked in it, marveling at the way he anticipated my needs.
He held my breasts firmly, letting the weight settle in his palm, and I inched closer, wanting to give him access to every part of my body.
I felt safe in Frankie’s arms—a silent guarantee he’d keep me healthy and happy at all costs. I’d heard many say the words before, but Frankie made those promises with his body and his tender embraces, the sweet words of a language I didn’t understand.
He squeezed my breast and my chest shot forward, only to be met with a chuckle in my ear.
“You like fast, Cara Mia?”
I no longer possessed the faculties to answer him properly, but I did my best to rub my chest in his face even more, trying to entice him to take the next step. To touch more. To hold me more. Just as I grew used to the sensations of his hands on my breasts, he moved his fingers, finding his way up the sides of my legs and tugging the skirt I’d picked out that morning higher with each of his movements.
I’d never have worn the skirt in Chicago, where I favored business pants or jeans. This morning, though, I picked it out, secretively hoping Frankie enjoyed all the clothes in my closet. I guessed he’d picked out the new pieces. When I set out that morning, I never dreamed the outcome would be this, but sometimes things beyond your wildest dreams came true.
I lost myself in the moment, but reality ripped me back as Frankie’s fingertips found the edge of my panty line. In Chicago, I may have been an important bookie under the Grandmaster, but in Pelican Bay, while Frankie held me, I became only his. If he had demanded I strip, then I would have, but Frankie demanded nothing. He just took what he wanted. And right then, he wanted me.
I jerked as his fingers slipped underneath my underwear, and the movement put my core right in line with his groin. His cock created a hard tent, pushing against the fabric of his pants, and wedged itself directly in the space between my legs. I moaned, pausing for a moment to allow myself the feeling of his hard body against mine.
Not many parts of our bodies touched, only a few fingertips with skin-on-skin contact, yet I swore Frankie held every inch of my naked body in his hands.
One of his fingers found my inner thigh and then slipped deeper as he ran the pad of it higher until he found my clit and started slow circles. The moves brought tingles up my body, and my core spasmed, but something broke inside of me, something long and deep hidden that I’d never experienced.
I needed him. My body jerked against Frankie’s as I ground myself against him. His fingers never moved from their slow, devilish circles. He thought we had all the time in the world, and I was chasing an orgasm so quickly I felt if I didn’t get it immediately, I might die.
Frankie chuckled in my ear as then the second finger found my special area, and he pinched my delicate nerves. It sent me jerking inches away his body, my back ramrod straight and my lips parted in a silent scream as the orgasm tore through me.
“I need to remember how much you like that,” he whispered in my ear when I finally relaxed again, even though we were the only two in the room.
His grip released its tightness, and he moved his hand lower. The same two exquisite digits sank deep in my channel as his palm ran the length of my clit. My breath grew labored, but as I fell against Frankie’s shoulder and sucked in a deep breath, my heart found a steady rhythm matching his.
“Holy shit,” I breathed heavily into his ear as soon as I possessed the ability to form words again.
His cock was hard and fit perfectly between my legs, even if it was covered with the material of his pants. Once I gained enough control of my body, my hands found the back of his couch, and I set myself on it as we started the dance again. I slipped back and forth over Frankie’s body, the parts of mine that had just released growing again. Frankie’s eyes closed, and he leaned his head back. He sucked the two fingers into his mouth and licked my essence from them.
With my chest only inches from his face, he opened his eyes again and found it so close he thrust his head between my breasts and licked each of the nipples until they became hard peaks. I jerked when he pushed forward and sucked one in his mouth, his tongue flicking over the heavy bud.
His hands, no longer deep inside of me, were still everywhere else. He maneuvered my shirt over my head and tossed it to the floor before slipping my bra up over my breasts to give him full exposure. It also cut deep into the side underneath my underarm, but I didn’t notice the pain of the wire poking into my skin until he’d pulled it free, and I sank further into Frankie’s arms.
“Cara Mia, I want nothing more than to lay you on the floor of my office and make love to you until tomorrow morning. Do you want that?” he asked and punctuated the question by raising his hips so his groin hit mine at the perfect angle.
