“I know you do,” she replies.
“But if you want me to be honest, I’m worried,” I continue, taking hold of her arms and looking her in the eye so she understands how serious I am.
Her eyes spark with tears, but I know I’ve said the right thing by being honest with her. “I’m worried, too,” she admits.
I release her hands and cup the back of her head, drawing her down into a hug. There’s more than enough heartache to go around, and we both know it. Now that she’s forgiven me and we’ve both acknowledged how worried we are about her brother, it seems that there’s nothing left standing between us.
CHAPTER 29
MARLENA
Atiny part of me feels like I’m betraying Brandon by being so turned on. But I reason that thought away quickly by reminding myself that Francisco’s men are looking for him. I’m halfway across the globe with nothing more I can do. There’s no reason to hold myself in check, and Francisco has become a guilty pleasure, my solace.
I rake my fingers through his hair, the thick strands tickling my skin. I kiss him madly and deeply, barely remembering to breathe. His tongue is so hot, it lights my soul on fire. The scruff around his lips feels like sandpaper, and pretty soon, my mouth is tingling.
He lifts me up, and I hear the water splash down below. I wonder where we’re going, but I don’t want to stop kissing him. I hang on as he climbs out of the pool, setting me down on the edge.
The stone is hot beneath my back. I’m almost naked already, and I can feel the burn on my shoulder blades and my rear end. I arch up to escape some of the heat, and he relaxes to allow me to adjust. But then he comes back with a fever that eclipses the sunbaked stone, and I welcome him into my arms.
He smooths the hair from around my neck so that he can kiss my throat. I’m jealous that he’s fully clothed and I’m entirely accessible. To remedy the situation, I start unbuttoning his shirt. He helps me out by shifting his weight, letting me slip the fabric down one arm and then the other. Careful not to drop clothing in the pool, he tosses it away when I’m done, back toward the house, where it lands out of sight.
He comes back to me, and I’m amazed once again by the power of his frame. He’s so much older than me, and yet he looks sculpted. He certainly hasn’t let time get the better of him, and I appreciate every moment he’s ever spent in the gym.
I wrap my legs around his waist, but he threads one hand beneath my thigh to unravel himself. He’s got a game plan, and even though I don’t know all the plays, I’m happy to let him have the run of the field. He kisses his way down my chest until he reaches my bikini top. With a hungry growl, he tugs the fabric away, exposing my breasts to the morning air.
I had no idea this was going to happen when I put on the bathing suit an hour ago. The ties fall away under the pressure. I guess I didn’t fasten it very tightly. I’m luxuriating in his touch as he circles one nipple with his tongue. I feel like an instrument, and he’s the performer, expertly strumming my strings.
It occurs to me that we’re out here in the open. I know the villa is full of servants, who may or may not be minding their own business. My first thought is that we should take this elsewhere. But I don’t want him to stop. In fact, it’s a little bit of a turn-on to be making love out in the open.
Of course, Francisco is the Don. No one would dare interrupt him in his moment of passion. I close my eyes, letting the thrillof the setting sink into my bones. I’m about to do what I’ve never done before, and I’m ready.
Francisco balls up my bikini top and tosses it into the pool. I want to object, to laugh at the absurdity of the gesture, but I can’t get the sound out of my belly. It’s blocked by the magnificent suckling that my soon-to-be husband is providing. I’m a mess of emotions, but all of them are good. I run my fingers through his hair, wondering how I could have gotten so lucky.
He abandons my breast and begins kissing down my abdomen. I experience a flash of panic as I wonder what he’s up to. I’ve never had a man go down on me before, and I don’t know how it feels. Of course, I’ve heard stories in movies and on television, but all the guys I’ve dated said it was beneath them.
I lose sight of what’s happening when he nibbles the string of my bikini. I feel like I’m sitting at the top of a roller coaster, waiting for the ride to begin. The view is astounding, and the slope leading away from my perch looks harrowing. I hold my breath as my body tightens. Of all the people to go down on me, I never would have expected a mafia boss to be the first.
He deftly undoes the ties and slips the bikini bottoms off. Spreading my legs wide, he gets into position. I can barely see him from where I lie, but I feel the first lick of his tongue, and it sets me off. Stars explode in the morning sky. I tilt my head back, luxuriating in the sensation.
He circles my clit delicately, his tongue soft and rough at the same time. The pressure feels amazing. It’s so unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before, but that doesn’t stop my body from craving it.
He inserts a finger deep inside me and continues licking and sucking, sending me spiraling out into oblivion. I don’t have anything to hold on to. My fingers scrape the pavement, and I toss my head around. It’s driving me crazy, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. I don’t want him to stop, but it feels like I’m losing my sanity. Every time his tongue lashes out, I feel it deep in my core. He’s driving me closer and closer to the edge with every second.
At the moment of climax, my eyes flash wide open. The sun burns down on me, blinding me to everything else. I feel a rush of moisture between my legs, and the tremors that started there spread outward to every fiber of my being.
Francisco retracts his finger before licking it clean. He crawls up my body to kiss me, and I can taste myself on his lips. It’s a magical sensation that’s almost dirty. Almost, but not quite. There’s too much love in the flavor for me to dislike it.
But instead of remaining there, he eases his way back down my torso. I barely see him remove his pants and underwear before he lifts both of my legs in the air. I’m still giddy from the pussy eating, and I don’t offer much resistance. He’s in charge, both physically and mentally at this point. I’m just along for the ride, and what an amazing ride it is.
He plunges his cock into my wet heat, shaking up my whole world again. If it’s even possible, he goes deeper than he’s ever gone before. I remember the last time we made love on his desk. All the positions we used were nothing compared to this one.
A fleeting thought drifts through my head: I wonder how many positions Francisco knows, and if we’re going to try different ones every time. What an exotic playground my life would be if sex were always adventurous. I imagine making love on tropicalbeaches, in airplanes and limousines. None of those things are impossible. In fact, they are all quite likely if I stick with my man.
Though visions of future sexual encounters are enticing, I’m drawn back to reality and the fact that Francisco is fucking me right now. He glides in and out with the power of a predator. This feels primal and raw. We’re right there on the patio, screwing each other beneath the blazing sun.
I arch my back, and my shoulder blades scrape against the rock. The way he’s pounding almost hurts, every thrust digging my tailbone further into the ground. But I’m beyond caring. The intensity of our connection takes my breath away and soothes all my pain. My vision narrows, and I can only see him, bent over my sprawled legs, thrusting like a machine.
His cock is so big, it pries me apart at the seams. I cry out, not caring who hears me. I can feel my body barreling toward another climax, this one even greater than the one that came before. The sun comes crashing out of the sky, and everything goes dark. I feel myself floating toward the sky, but at the same time I can still feel Francisco’s cock lodged deep inside me.
