“I’m not supposed to talk about any of this,” I explain. “But Vito, I want to talk about this shit to you. I want to trust you with everything. I want you. I just hope after everything I’ve said, you still want me.”
Vito stands from the couch and pulls me to stand beside him. “Babe,” he breathes before pressing his lips to mine, “if anything, I want you even more.”
13
VITO
I slidemy hands into the back pockets of Eden’s jeans and press her hips firmly against mine. “Babe,” I groan, “I want you more than anything.”
She whimpers against my lips, opening her mouth so my tongue can tease hers. I feel her lace her hands around my waist as our kiss increases. We’re like starving people feasting on our last meal. It’s hot, it’s furious, it’s needy.
With Juniper always around, we haven’t been able to do more than this in the weeks we’ve known each other, but tonight, I want more.
“Eden,” I pant, palming her generous ass through the denim. “I want you so bad.”
She pulls her face from mine, her cheeks blazing pink. “I bought condoms,” she whispers, giving me a grin. “They’re in my bathroom.”
I groan. That means she has to leave me to go into her bedroom, risking waking Juniper.
She laughs, and I point to the closed bedroom door behind which the sweetest little girl is sound asleep. “Think she’ll wake up?”
She nods. “Oh, I’m a mama on a mission. I’ll get this done.” Before I know what she’s doing, she’s slipped out of my arms and is opening the bedroom door with the stealth of a ninja. I don’t even hear the hinges creak as she disappears inside the bedroom and returns in what seems like ten seconds, gripping a box in her hands.
“We don’t have to use them all,” she says, one corner of her mouth curling up seductively. “But I wasn’t going to tear this open in there.”
I take the box from her and tear it open, freeing a sleeve of foil-wrapped condoms and dropping them on the coffee table. “We might need them all,” I tease, watching as she wiggles her arms out of her sleeves and slips off her top.
She’s wearing just her bra, but at the sight of her full tits, the blue veins streaking along the top of her creamy skin, my mouth drops open, and I just watch her.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” I’m panting now, like someone who’s never seen a tit before, but I don’t care. Eden is sensual and soft, her curves thick and perfectly proportioned. I could probably come from just watching her undress, but I don’t plan on losing control that soon. “Will she be okay?” I ask, jerking a thumb toward Eden’s closed bedroom door.
Eden nods. “If she wakes up, we’ll hear her. She can’t get out of the pack and play, so she won’t be able to open the door and surprise us.”
I breathe a sigh of relief, then nod at Eden. “In that case, will you please take those fucking jeans off?”
She flashes me a smile and then unbuttons the top button. She works the zipper down and then shoves the fabric over her ample hips. She’s wearing boy-cut underwear, a pair that’s so sheer, I can see the shadow of her pubic hair through it.
“I want to see every inch of you.” I pull her close to me and gently kiss her lips.
“Hmm, please.” She closes her eyes, and I reach around her and unfasten the clasp. The flimsy fabric falls away, and I toss it on the end of the couch.
I squeeze my eyes shut as a spear of arousal spikes through my body, my legs going weak. “Fuck,” I breathe.
Her breasts are large and soft, but when I trail the pads of my thumbs over her nipples, they go stiff and hard as pebbles. I pinch the tender flesh between my fingertips, and her shuddering gasp lets me know she likes how it feels.
She squirms under my touch, and I move her over to the couch. “On your back,” I say, fumbling with the zipper of my jeans.
She obeys, lying on the couch as I settle my weight on top of her as best I can. “Am I crushing you?”
“I wouldn’t mind if you did,” she says, reaching up to stroke my hair away from my forehead.
“Tell me if you can’t breathe,” I say, then I lower my face to her cleavage. I start with one breast, sucking the entire nipple into my mouth and working the tip of my tongue over her peak until she gasps. She grips the back of my hair with her fingers and pushes my face into her chest.
“More,” she whimpers.
I go feral when I hear that, and I clamp her nipple between my teeth and tug.
She goes weak, the pressure of her fingers in my hair slackening while she enjoys every second of my attention.
