Her hand snakes underneath my shirt and makes contact with my skin. Emotion surges through me. I don’t get touched normally, especially not by a woman like Aricia, who I can trust to be stable and reasonable about everything.I’mnormally the stable one, but with her I can just… feel.
She obeys my command to undo my shirt and my body relaxes as Aricia’s hands run all over me. If this woman thinks that I’m going to let her go just because of her ex-husband’s mistress, she’s wrong. I kiss her firmly, letting her fingers explore my chest with her natural desires to feel me. When she touches close to my collar bone, the tug of desire within me becomes far too strong for me to ignore.
I grunt and drag her hips closer to mine so she can feel my hardness straining through my pants. My cock surges at the thought of getting Aricia on her knees and watching my dick disappear down her throat.
“I want you,” I whisper. “I will do anything for you, Aricia. But I willnotabandon our child.”
“Is it healthy to get attached this early,” she murmurs, running her fingers curiously over my chest and making it almost impossible to focus on the words coming out of hermouth considering how aroused even her lightest touch gets me. My cock pushes forward, mirroring my desire to get closer to her.
To get her in bed. My hand tingles with the desire to raise my palm and land it against Aricia’s perfect ass. I love getting her into bed and causing the secret sex goddess hidden inside her to come out.
“I don’t care if it’s healthy. I’m already attached.”
Her body shudders as I say it, but I want her to believe it. I want her to know from the bottom of her heart that the bond between us isstrong.
“Peter, aren’t we too old for that?”
She looks up at me with wide, brown eyes. I can see how lost she is without realizing it. She’s been strong for so long that she doesn’t even recognize the need in herself. I’ve had too many near death experiences to stay that naive.
“We’re too old not to fall in love,” I whisper. “And if you don’t want to be in love with me tonight, at least make love to me.”
“Peter…”
“What? Am I too gentle for you now? Not enough of a gruff, Italian.”
Her fingers move to my stubble, which crosses the line into beard territory with just a few days of no shaving. Italian genetics have their downsides.
“Did I say that?”
“Hm, you implied it,” I whisper. “Or maybe I’m not making myself clear. This is not up for debate, Aricia. This isn’t a courtroom.”
She rolls her eyes and tries to hide the fact that challenging her at all sets a little fire inside her. Fuck, this woman is such a fighter. I would wish that I’d found her earlier, but then I would have had to kill her husband too.
Not like I plan on killing anyone.
“It doesn’t have to be a courtroom for?—”
I press my fingers against Aricia’s lips and she freezes in shock with wide eyes that I would make any effort to silence her. Why is it so hot that she’s a lawyer? It’s not just the pantyhose, I swear.
I grin with pure enjoyment at her surprise.
“I need you to suck my cock, Aricia. I’ll even beg you for it… or I’ll threaten you for it.”
Her body tenses.
“Don’t worry,” I whisper, running my finger over her lips now that I have her sitting with me in a stunned silence. “I’ll only threaten you with a spanking. I know how you like that.”
She slowly opens her mouth and takes my thumb between her teeth. Our eyes meet as she bites down just enough to tease me and then she releases and her face lightens with this impossible fire.
“I don’t know how you do this to me,” she says. “I don’t… You’re just a white boy.”
I laugh, because it’s not what I expected her to say, but I genuinely sense her confusion. How torn she feels between her desires and whatever she feels is right. I saw my brother Michael go through the same thing when he wanted to obey my fathers wishes but couldn’t deny his strong love for Myra, who he loved in brooding silence for over a decade, totally unsure how to break out of his own social cage.
Aricia has her own cage around her, and I have this increasingly strong desire to break her out of it.
“A white boy who gets you extremely wet.”
Before she can reply, I stop her thoughts and make sure that Aricia’s mind is open only to our mutual desires. If she wants todeny them… fine. I don’t need her to admit her feelings for me. I just need her to show me. My wet finger trails over her lips again as our eyes lock in painful tension.
