I set my hand against his chest, felt his heart pound against my palm, then pushed him back. He didn’t budge. I went to push again when he put his hand over mine and stopped me. He slid his hand underneath my hair and his mouth came over mine.
His tongue reached out, and so did mine.
I’d stopped the electricity between us the night before because of the disgust I felt for what I thought he’d done to my brother.
I couldn’t fight it this time.
My mind agreed with my body, and I freed myself from all constraints.
His body was so hard and so hot. If I was his Aphrodite, he was my Adonis. My hands were addicted to the perfection of what they were exploring. And his tongue? It was no wonder all that Italian charm flowed so freely from it.
It was magical, and I hoped it could transport me out of my head and fully into my body.
Two industrial-sized shelves were on either side of us, filled with all sorts of cleaning supplies and things, and we’d moved between them, just enough space for us to maneuver.
Big took me by the chin and forced my eyes on his. It was the most intense few seconds of my life. It was like we were breathing each other in, and we couldn’t stop.
His face came in closer to mine, and I forced myself to speak.
“You have your work cut out for you, Big.” My voice was breathy and whispered. “My heart has turned the rest of me off from intimacy. That part of me—” I looked down to my crotch and right back up “—is broken.”
His eyes slowly roamed to where I’d looked and then back up. And I almost called myself a liar. It felt like wherever his eyes landed, the blood rushed, and all signs pointed to release.
“Broken?”
“Yeah.” My eyes landed on his lips, and I licked mine. They tasted so good. “Broken.”
“Not broken.” He moved in closer, his mouth coming close to my ear. He nibbled on my lobe. “Waiting for me.” He kissed down my neck, sucking and biting, and I closed my eyes, goosebumps appearing on my skin even though the closet was hot.
His fingers caressed my sides as he made love to my skin with his mouth, and I sank into the feel of him. He lifted my work shirt slowly and set it on the shelf as his eyes took in my breasts in the knock-off lacy bra. His fingers barely brushed over my nipples. I shivered and whimpered.
His eyes rose to meet mine. “A key is specially made for a certain car. You can’t just use any key to start a Bugatti. And you are a masterpiece, Aphrodite. A masterpiece only I have a key for.” His fingertips dipped inside of my shorts and caressed around the band, until he undid them and had me step out of them.
He made a ferocious sound in his throat when he took me in, and I could feel the heat from his body as he took a step closer to me. Sweat dripped down my skin.
My nipples were tightening, and the pulse between my legs was begging to be touched. To be silenced.
He was so fucking right.
He was my key—and suddenly, I needed this. Had been anticipating it.
“Fuck me, Big.” I reached out and pulled him toward me.
He kissed me until I was whimpering into his mouth and had to pull away to catch my breath.
“Right now?” His fingers ran over my thighs, and he made a content noise at what he found.
I was soaked.
“Now! My engine is…growling.” I lifted his shirt, flinging it over mine, and then went for the button of his jeans.
Boom.That was all I could think. When his cock sprang free…boom. It was so perfect, it needed a sound effect when it was unleashed.
Mr. Big wasn’t just a nickname.
He’d fucking earned it.
It was thick and long, and I had a feeling he knew how to use it. It wasn’t just a toy for a boy.
