I shook my head. “No,” I said, kissing him once on the lips and then drawing back to his shocked expression. “I want you to fuck me hard on the floor until dawn.”
It wasn’t safe for my heart to make love to Frankie, but if I gave my body to his for the night and let him use me as hard as possible, my odds of remaining free of an obsession were higher. If he moved slowly and took his time, my heart might not survive it.
His eyebrows rose as if he wanted to call me out in my admission, but before he argued, his mouth was on my nipple again as he moved us off the couch. His hands supported my back as he gently laid me on the floor and then towered over me, his thick shoulders blocking out the light from the ceiling fan.
“Fuck, sei bello.”
My hands fiddled with the material of his suit jacket, still not believing that he’d given me an orgasm to beat all the others of my life and still had on clothing. His jacket fell from his shoulders and twisted into a heap when it hit the floor beside us, the expensive material wrinkling.
The zipper of his pants was loud in the quiet room with nothing to cover up the sound except my panting. He twisted the buckle and leather slipped between it, allowing his pants to come free.
My heart raced in anticipation. I’d been waiting for this—not just for a few days, but my entire life. Someone who didn’t ask me to take care of him first or expect a quick fuck. I trusted Frankie to cherish me.
Frankie parted my legs, each of his hands holding on to my knees as he pushed them to the side and his head lowered, his tongue finding and then licking my slit from bottom to top over my underwear.
“No, I want you,” I moaned to the delicious pleasure.
Frankie settled between my legs, nothing stopping us from touching except the material of our undergarments. If his body wasn’t in the way, I’d have ripped my underwear from my legs myself.
“And I promise,” Frankie said, aligning his body against mine. “Understand one thing, Cara Mia.”
“What?” Nothing in the world would make me change my mind at that moment.
Frankie groaned, and it was the first time I hadn’t been annoyed at his knowing smirk. “Ti farô mia moglie.”
I shook my head at him and laughed, drawing his face closer to place a kiss against his lips. “I have no idea what you just said.”
He drew his finger down my chin and the sensation traveled all the way to my toes. “It means that if we do this, it makes you mine.”
“Oh,” I said, my lips parting only to be filled with his tongue as he kissed me so hard I’d feel it for a lifetime.
His gaze bored into mine when he pulled away. “Is that a promise you can make? If not, we part ways now, knowing this will be one of my best memories.”
CHAPTER 18
He might not have elaborated, but I’d learned from dealing with powerful men like Frankie his question implied so much more than it seemed. I wouldn’t be his for a night. He wanted a lifetime. Once a man like Frankie claimed you, he never gave you up. Was I ready to sign an eternity to Frankie and everything my agreement meant? A girl needed a few years to make that decision, but I had mere seconds.
His lips found mine again, coaxing an answer from me, and I gave the only response that made sense.
“Yes.”
As if he’d been waiting for that exact answer, primed and ready, the rest of Frankie’s movements happened like a perfectly coordinated dance. He left his boxers on the floor on top of his suit jacket. His warm fingers trailed over my legs and left my clothes on top of his boxers. The sensations brought an acceptance of being his.
He freed my legs of my underwear, these simple items chosen because nothing else was available in the dresser. His movements left goosebumps over my legs with each inch they lowered.
Finally freed and naked underneath Frankie, I didn’t take my eyes off him as he unbuttoned his white shirt and revealed his naked chest to me. His body pressed against mine, his weight creating a comfortable sensation I never wanted to be without.
I hadn’t been able to watch the unveiling of his boxers, but as he lined up our bodies and the first inch of him poked through, an uncomfortable sensation wiped away all the happy feelings.
“Take a deep breath,” Frankie said, pushing a few of the hairs away from my forehead and kissing the end of my nose. “You’re so wet it’ll be fine, but I’m gonna go slow until you get use me. Okay?”
I nodded, pulling on his shoulders until he lowered himself to me and wrapped me in another one of his devastating kisses. The pinching intensified into a burn, and even though I wasn’t a virgin, it had been a while since I’d had a man in my bed.
I held my breath as he reached the end and his thumb found my clit, rubbing the same small circles to match my breathing when it became labored again. When I opened my eyes, I met Frankie’s devastating smile.
“There’s my girl,” he said, and I held on to his shoulders as he began slow and meticulous movements, bringing our bodies in a deeper level until the room became stifling and I screamed out his name as my second orgasm met his seconds later.
Westley’s scowling face met me in my dream, and I nuzzled my head back into the pillow to remove the image from my subconscious. Two lips pressed against the skin of my shoulder. The move was light, but it must have been what woke me in the first place. I sighed as Frankie kissed me again.
