“Oh, him?” Damiano shrugs like he’s already forgotten we crashed Seth’s weekend. “He went for a walk.”
“Is he mad?” I take a step back to put more distance between us. My breasts are heavy with need, and zings of pleasure center around my clit. I want him. “The door slammed.”
“He’s a little angry, yes. But he’ll get over it eventually.” Damiano follows my progress. Every step backward I take, he takes another toward me.
The thick outline of his cock is visible at the front of his pants. He wants me just as much as I want him. But we have to talk first. There was something I wanted to say. Something about the door slamming.
“What’s on your mind?” He steps forward again. “Are you trying to get away from me? I love a chase, Madison, but if there’s something else, talk to me.”
“Well, to be honest, I’m a little mad.” I stop moving, partly because there’s nowhere left to go. The bed is right behind me. I face him directly, folding my arms against my chest. My arms rub against my sensitive nipples, but I tamp down my lust. “You knew Seth was here?—”
“How could I have?”
“Damiano. Be serious—you knew he was here and you brought me here on purpose. I know it, Seth knows it, and you know it. Don’t insult us all by pretending otherwise.”
“You are right.” For the first time, something like regret passes over his face. “I aimed to disrupt Seth’s equilibrium, but not yours.”
I stare hard at him. “Is this sort of thing normal for you guys?”
He smiles. “Yes, all the time. Sometimes it is me bothering him, and other times it is him bothering me. But I will admit, I am usually the transgressor.”
“I don’t want to be caught in the middle of however you mess with each other,” I say. “I’m a person, not a pawn.”
“You’re right—again. I apologize for putting you into this position. It was inconsiderate of me.” His brown eyes are serious as he holds my gaze.
“Maybe we should leave?”
“If that is what you want. But I assure you, it isn’t necessary.”
My expression must be skeptical, because he steps forward to take my hands. His touch ignites something within me, something needy and aching. All the fire from our kiss returns.
“Notice, bella, that he hasn’t packed up his things to leave. He could, at any point, but so far, he is still here. I intend to have fun with that, and I hope you will join me because I think you will like it very much.”
“I—” I’m tempted. Crap. What is it about how he talks to me? He wants to have fun with Seth, with me? Is he talking about what we did at the auction, when Seth watched? Because that was the hottest night of my life.
It was also the most confusing night of my life. Kyle’s brother watched me fuck another man.
Damiano stares into my eyes. “May I tempt you?”
I want to give him some blithe, uncaring answer. Something like, you can try, buster. But instead I nod. Because hell yeah, he can tempt me. He’s already tempting me.
He moves my hands behind the small of my back, which thrusts my chest forward. His gaze is hungry on my breasts. Holding my hands in place with one of his, he brings his other forward and tugs down the front of my shirt.
“I love seeing you in disarray.” He fondles my breasts, cupping them each in turn, before plucking at my nipples through the lace of my bra.
He presses his face into my neck, his whiskers pleasantly scratchy, the faint scent of expensive cologne delighting my nose. His lips slide over my skin, then his teeth scrape me. It feels dangerous and sexy. I can’t move with my arms pinned behind my back, although I want more than anything to grab his hips and pull him against me. I want to rub against him, wrap my legs around him, feel that hard outline against my pussy.
“You want more of this?” His fingertips pinch one of my nipples.
“Yes. More.”
“Or do you want some of this?” He brings his hand down to cup my pussy through my jeans.
I sigh and press into his touch, striving for more contact, more pressure. “More of that, too.”
He kisses me, continuing to massage me, drawing my body tight. I try to rub my chest against his, but he keeps my arms behind my back, preventing me from moving.
Pulling away slightly, he surveys me. I know what I must look like, my face flushed, my lips parted and swollen from his kisses.
