My heart punches hard. "I don't want you."
He suddenly stops.
His eyes search mine, sharp and unreadable. "Liar" sits between us like a third body. He grins and lowers his mouth to my ear. "Then why are your legs gripping me like you'll drown without me?"
I glance down and freeze. Then I curse under my breath, "Damn muscle memory, that's all."
He laughs a slow, low, deep, chuckle that only adds more heat. "Minx, I think your pussy wants to work its muscle memory, too."
I dig my nails into his shoulders, my lower body pulsing, trying to push him away, but I can't. My body won't allow it.
He keeps my wrists pinned and moves his mouth lower, over my torso and between my thighs. He flicks his tongue against my clit.
My back arches off the mattress.
His voice breaks, rough and hungry. "Fuck, you taste like you're mine." He flicks again.
"I'm not... OhDio."
He releases my hands, slides his fingers to a V, then slides a finger inside me and buries his mouth against my pussy.
My breath catches. My brain short-circuits. I reach for his hair and tug on it.
He chuckles against my body.
"We're not having sex," I pant, weak, furious at myself.
"No," he agrees easily, pushing my thigh into the air. "We're not."
He drags his knuckles up my inner leg and adds, "At least not at the moment. But you'll be begging me, Minx. Just wait."
"Try," I challenge, tugging at his locks harder.
A rumble vibrates against my pussy. He eats and fingers me like a predator, without mercy and unrelentingly.
It doesn't take long before I'm crying out in Italian, seeing stars, my veins flooding with adrenaline.
He keeps me high, then slides up my body, pinning his mouth to mine. His tongue devours me, full of my orgasm. He flicks my nipple and I break out into a helpless sound I've never made in front of anyone.
He swallows it, acknowledging, "You're shaking. Ready for my cock?"
"I'm cold," I lie.
He laughs into my neck. "You're burning for me."
His hand dips lower, slow, teasing, cruel in the best possible way. His two fingers brush through heat that has no business existing after the orgasm he just gave me.
"What do you want, Mrs. O'Malley?" he mumbles against my lips.
I kiss him harder, sliding my tongue deeper into his mouth.
He groans.
My spine bows off the bed.
He orders, "Say it, Minx."
"I—" His fingers tease again, and my breath strangles. "Hate you."
