“I don’t thinkI could eat anymore,” I said as I sat on the edge of Anthony’s bed, rubbing my stomach. I was thankful I wore a dress not a skirt. “Pernilis a staple at Blystone, but that was on another level.”
Anthony chuckled as he shrugged off his jacket.
“All holidays are like that atTitiSofia’s house, but she doesn’t know how to cook a small amount of food on any day.” He kicked off his boots and sat next to me. “They loved you, if you couldn’t tell. I’m glad you came.”
He looped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer.
“I loved them, too. I’m glad I met them.” I rested my head on Anthony’s chest, both high from a great night and sad that I couldn’t have him with me like that with my own family, yet.
The Christmas deadline I’d given him was next week, and I was just as nervous about it as he seemed to be. Not because of any scrutiny we’d be met with, because even if my father had reservations, we could talk them out. If Anthony wasn’t ready by then to be together out in the open with everyone, I swore to the both of us we wouldn’t sneak around after that.
I’d have to decide whether to keep going in secret, which I hated, or cutting us off. Both were horrible options to me, so I hoped Anthony would keep his promise.
“Sofia showed me your baby pictures. I loved the one in the hospital where your blanket looks like a cape.”
He groaned as his head fell back. “I’m sure she told you the Mark Anthony story, right?”
“Sure did. She said everyone thought you looked like a king and knew you’d be something special.” I ran my fingers through his hair. “They were right. Stubborn as hell, but special.”
“Like you should talk.” He quirked a brow and lifted my legs onto his lap “Do the shoes still hurt?” he asked while rubbing my ankles.
“Heels never feel good to me, but I’ve learned to manage.” I hummed in satisfaction while Anthony’s hands hit all the sore and sensitive spots. I called these my hostess shoes, only breaking them out when I needed to work at the restaurant because they were too uncomfortable to wear anywhere else.
“Make that noise again,” he growled as his fingers dug deeper into my skin.
“I don’t know if I can do it on purpose. It just comes out…ahhh yes, please right there,” I threw my head back then met Anthony’s gaze with a smirk.
Before I knew it, I was on my back with Anthony on top of me. A wicked grin flashed across his mouth as he shook his head.
“You asked for it, Falco,” he murmured against my lips before he slanted his mouth over mine. I stopped laughing when our kiss caught fire. We were sloppy and desperate, his hands yanking the hem of my dress up until he pulled it over my head.
My body jerked as his tongue dipped between my cleavage and then across the swells of my breasts.
“Someone is a live wire, tonight,” he whispered before he sucked my earlobe into his mouth.
“Take it off, Diaz,” I teased as I grabbed a fistful of his shirt and pulled it up his back.
When he peeled it off, I stopped breathing as I drank him in. He was all muscle and ink, the flames down his neck leading to a black dragon tattoo that spanned half of his torso. I feathered my hand down his chest, his skin hot and smooth under my fingertips.
“Finally,” I croaked out as I sat up and I dragged my tongue down the flames, following the outline of the dragon down his stomach until he let out a tortured whimper.
“You’re killing me, sweetheart.” His hand weaved into my hair, grabbing a fistful before he yanked my mouth to his.
I reached behind me, smiling as I held his gaze and unsnapped my bra. I let the straps inch down my shoulders before it fell, unsure if Anthony stopped breathing as he leveled me with his eyes.
So, this was what it was like to be worshiped. The air crackled between us as my smile faded. One night with Anthony would ruin me for anyone else, but despite my fears and doubts there was no going back.
“Tell me to touch you,” he rasped, his fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties and slipped them down my legs along with my tights. “I need to touch you, Victoria.” When they pooled at my ankles, he plucked my shoes off and removed my tights one foot at a time.
I nodded as my quivering hands dug into the mattress. “Please touch me,” my breathless whisper barely escaped my dry mouth.
He cupped both of my breasts and kissed me again, sensual and soft as his thumbs traced my rigid nipples. He dipped his head to suck one into his mouth and a rush of heat pooled at my core.
I draped my hand over my eyes as a strange, guttural noise escaped me. A cry of torture and pleasure because both were robbing me of every sense I had. The rough scratch of his stubble scraped down my stomach, my hips thrusting off the bed when he licked a path toward the throb so powerful I could hear it vibrating.
“Anthony,” I mewled as I turned my head to bury it into the pillow. “I need,” I took in a quick breath when his finger swiped along my drenched and swollen flesh.
I had some, albeit limited, experience with sex. The only time my body coiled into this blinding ball of need was on this bed with this man. Beads of sweat dripped down my forehead, everything feeling too good and too much but not enough.
