I was someone’s wife.
His.
I touched the ring on my left finger, a reminder.This isn’t a dream.
He stalked closer, pinning me against the counter, one arm on each side of me. His wedding ring clanked against the marble when he rested his hands against it. I reached up and tugged at the ends of his damp hair. Droplets ran down his chest.
“What were we talking about?” he asked.
I smiled. “See? Selective hearing. Girl’s night—oh.” I started laughing. “You’re messing with me!”
“Yougottaspeed up to keep up, Butterfly.” He kissed me on the forehead.
Butterfly.He had never called me that before. Only Mariposa.
“Yeah,” I said, my voice soft. “If I want to run with the lone wolf, I need to up my game.”
His mouth drifted from my forehead to my nose, his lips soft but firm. He kissed the bridge of my nose, once on each side and one on the center, before his lips met mine. As usual, I responded to him, starved for his touch. My hands reached out to touch him, to bring him closer, and I skimmed my nails along his side, over his ribs.
At the light touch, his eyes opened, staring into mine. When my nails moved toward his back, my touch harder, he made a wild noise in his throat and his eyes closed. His tongue moved faster, harder, twirling with mine, and everything around me seemed to fade.
Lifting my arms, he removed my t-shirt, a shirt I had worn because the color reminded me of his eyes. The kiss broke, but only for a second, not long enough to bring me back to reality. His hands palmed my breasts, his thumbs stroking my nipples. A soft, whimpering sound escaped from my lips. My nails sunk into his skin, wanting more.
He broke the kiss again, almost violently, his head moving down, the water from his hair cool against my overheated skin. I hissed out a breath when his mouth replaced one of his thumbs. He sucked me hard, making my lower stomach clench. The pulse between my legs burned, begging for relief. My underwear were soaked.
“Please,” I said, not even aware I had even said the word until after I did. I didn’t care. “More.”
“Say my name, Mariposa. The name you gave me.”
“Il mio capo.”
His hands made quick work of the button on my jean shorts. They slipped down my legs and I stepped out of them. I kicked them across the room. I did the same with my underwear.
Capo lifted me like a rag doll onto the counter, my ass against the cold marble. “Steady yourself.” He nodded to my arms.
Hardly breathing, I set my arms behind me, palms down on the counter. His mouth came at mine again, and it was a beautiful war between our tongues. A throaty moan came from my throat, and he seemed to swallow it down. Then his mouth moved down—making me lick my lips to taste him again while my head tilted back—and my eyes closed. He licked me from my neck to my belly button, then back up, and down again.
My entire body felt like it was about to explode. Shatter into a million pieces. The ache between my legs had no name. Not evenstarvedseemed to be enough.My thighs trembled from expectation. The stubble on his face scratched my skin, his tongue the exact opposite, and the dampness from his hair still made a cool trail. He pushed my thighs further apart, and when his mouth closed over me downthere, I had to press harder against the counter to keep steady.
Fucka me.
Fucka me.
Fucka me.
Nothing had ever felt so good.
The feeling was contained to one area, the area where his mouth and tongue worked its magic, but it sent shockwaves throughout my entire body.
I bucked against his mouth, not an ounce of shame, his name on my tongue.“Capo. That feels so…” I hissed out a breath when his hand came up and started twisting my nipple. “That feels sooo, sooo good,il mio Capo.”
He constantly made a liar out of me. I was traumatized by whatZamboni had done to me, but whenever Capo touched me, I responded to his touch without fear.
My breaths were coming fast, too fast. I was panting and making noises I’d never heard myself make before. If he stopped, violence would come from my hand and land on his body.
He did something to me, something with that magical mouth that sent me over the edge, spiraling out of control. He bit me,hard,downthere. My arms gave out, but before I could go flying backwards, Capo caught me.
I kept my eyes shut tight. “I’m so dizzy,” I said. “Is that normal?”
