Page 249 of Ride or Die


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His eyes meet mine. His voice is low, rough. "Poor Allegra."

I grin. And I kiss his neck again, softer.

Fuck Allegra. And every other Allegra walking the earth.

Let them all be happy, sure. But none of them are him.

He’s got it. That thing. He’s what I want.

"I’m gonna take a shower," I murmur. "Guests are welcome."

I undo my belt, slowly. I toss my pants on the chair next to me without even looking.Hedoes, though.

His eyes come back and drop straight down. I grab his chin, tilt his face back up.

"Up here, angel," I tell him. "My eyes are up here."

He swallows hard.

I let go of his chin and head to the bathroom. No idea if he’ll follow.

Honestly? Maybe he’s too shy. Maybe I pushed it.

I’m not expecting anything. I made the move. I opened the door. It’s up to him now. Yes or no. He’s got the choice.

God, I hope he comes. Please come.

Fuck playing it cool, I need him. I crank the water hotter, way hotter than normal, letting it burn across my shoulders. Everything is already blurry from the steam.

I rub my hands over my face, drag the heat out of my eyes, and when I open them, he’s there. Pressed against the glass door. Wearing nothing but his underwear.

I stare.

From his messy hair all the way down to his legs.

I’m genuinely trying to process that he’s real. About to step into the shower with me. He hooks his thumbs under the band of his underwear and slides them down.

Lets them fall to the floor.

Fuck me sideways.

I’m about to faint and crack my skull open from thirst. He stands right in front of me. The water is sliding down his hair, over his face, his chest.

My eyes? Yeah. They’re glued down there.

I’m trying, I swear. I swear I’m trying to look away, but that dick’s got its own gravitational pull.

I’ve become a man hypnotized by a dick.

He snaps his fingers right in my face.

"Up here, Giovanni," he smiles. "My eyes are up here."

Caught red-eyed and dick-dazed. I smile. But I hold the eye contact. I let the water soak through my hair, pour down my back, but my gaze stays locked on his.

I swear, our bodies might not be doing anything right now, but our eyes?

They’re already fucking.