She fists her fingers in the back of my hair and swipes her tongue in my mouth, tangling with mine. Sweet baby Jesus, I want this woman. I want her more than I’ve wanted anything or anyone in so long.
She’s like coming home again.
19
Tilly
His body is like liquid lava against mine. I’ve missed the warmth of a man and being wrapped in strong arms. He’s stolen my breath almost completely with the way he kisses me, passionate and with purpose.
“Angelo,” I whisper against his lips, hoping I don’t scare him away with what I’m about to say.
He opens his ice-blue eyes and stares at me with pure and utter lust. “Is this too much?”
I shake my head and lean back so I can see his face and not just his eyes. “I need to tell you something and ask something too.”
He flattens his palms against my back, keeping me close like I’m going to try to run. “Ask me anything.”
“Well.” I glance down at his chest, unable to look him in the eyes. “I have never been with anyone besides Mitchell.”
The warmth of his hand is gone, and my stomach flutters for a moment because maybe that was too much information in the heat of the moment.
“Tilly.” His fingers are on my chin, lifting my face to meet his gaze. “Don’t worry. We can just kiss.”
I almost burst into tears at the sweetness of this man, but I swallow them down, determined to get over my fear. “I don’t want that.”
His lips part as he sucks in a breath, maybe caught more off guard by my last words.
“I want you, Angelo. I want to be with you. I want to know what it feels like to have your skin pressed against mine.”
He slides his hand against my cheek and curls his fingers around my neck. “Are you sure?” His beautiful blue eyes search my face.
I reach between my legs, cupping his stiff cock in my palm. “Completely.”
He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “I haven’t made love to a woman in three years, Tilly. I’ve got to take this slow.” He gazes at me with a hunger I’ve never seen before.
For a moment, I’m shocked, but I shouldn’t be. From everything I know about Angelo, he’s thoughtful in everything he does. It shouldn’t surprise me that his approach to sex isn’t any different.
He moves his one hand to my hip and pulls me in for a kiss with the other. “If you want to stop, just say the word.”
“I don’t. I want you.” The words are barely out of my mouth before his lips crash down on mine.
I slip my fingers under his shirt, running them along the dips and curves of his abs as they flex under my touch. The man is soft and hard in all the right places.
“I need you,” he says against my lips before he stands, taking me with him.
I wrap my legs around his waist, clinging to him as he walks toward the hallway with me in his arms. The kiss isn’t frantic, but it is passionate and intense. His tongue tangles with mine in a delicate dance of need and lust.
He covers me with his body as he lays me on the bed, careful not to crush me under the weight of his massive frame. I’m not sure I’ve ever felt so small compared to another human being as I do in this moment with him hovering above me.
His bicep ripples next to my head as he lifts himself up on one arm and uses the other to pull his shirt over his head. In the faint glow of the streetlights shining through the window, I can see every muscle on his chest and shoulders as if they were carved out of the hardest stone.
I widen my eyes. The man is literally built like a Roman god without an ounce of fat anywhere on his body. “Jesus,” I mutter, not meaning to say that out loud but doing it anyway.
“This isn’t right.”
My stomach sinks.
Fuck. Why did I have to open my big mouth?
