“Oh, firefly. That was the right fucking answer.”
Twenty-Six
ROME
“Did watching all of that turn you on, beautiful?” I brace my hand on the door above her head and lean into her, brushing my nose down her soft cheek. Her hands glide up my chest, but she doesn’t respond. “Answer me, Eloise.”
“Yes.”
Her voice is breathy and small, so I pull back to look into her gorgeous eyes. There’s lust there, but something else as well that I can’t put my finger on.
“What’s wrong?” I brush my thumb under her eye, over the apple of her cheek. “Talk to me, firefly.”
“What—” She swallows hard, and her brows quickly pull together before relaxing again. “What’s wrong with me that I’m so turned on by?—”
“Absolutely fuckingnothingis wrong with you.” And I hate that she’d question it for even one second. She pulls in a shaky breath as I pepper kisses on her neck. “Itshould turn you on to see others enjoying themselves. To know that what they’re doing is consensual and safe and that they’re getting exactly what they want and need, even if it’s not something that you yourself would enjoy.”
Her hands move farther up into my hair, and I pause. It’s a knee-jerk reaction. Aside from my barber, no one has touched my head in years.
But when she pushes her sweet fingers into the strands, it feels like heaven, and I resume kissing her jawline.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I tell her again. I can’t stop telling her because it’s true. “So sweet. This hair …”
I push her thick, dark locks over her shoulder, exposing more skin for my lips, and lightly nibble on the fleshy part of her shoulder before I sink my teeth in and mark her.
“Your skin is so fucking soft,” I continue, moving back to her neck, hovering over her pulse point. “And I can’t wait to sink inside you.”
She whimpers, pushing her stomach against my already hard cock, and I can’t help but grin against her neck.
“You like the sound of that, do you?”
“Yes.” Her breathy responses are going to be the death of me.
“Me, too. But right now, we don’t have time for me to lose myself inside you. Once I get inside that sweet little cunt, I won’t want to leave for a good long while. I’ll bet you’re tight as fuck.”
My hand glides down her side, and I bunch the skirt of her dress up so I can ghost my hand up her soft-as-fuck thigh.
Christ, I can’t wait to push my face between these soft thighs and devour her.
And suddenly, a wave of jealousy rolls through me at the thought ofanyoneenjoying her like this.
“How many men, Eloise?”
I’m watching her face, wanting to see every reaction as my fingers move up, and I find her panties soaked as fuck.
“Wh-what?” she stammers.
“How many fuckers have been here before me?” The thought of it sets me on edge. The idea ofanyoneseeing her like this makes me want to kill someone. “Tell me.”
She scowls. “No.”
“Wrong answer,” I whisper against her cheek and push the tip of my finger over her slit, over the panties. “Tell me how many have had the privilege of touching your sweet little pussy.”
She shakes her head, but I nudge my finger inside her panties and lightly brush her hard clit, and she gasps.
“If you don’t tell me, this stops right now.”
“Don’t stop.”
