My hands explore his body, smoothing over his shoulders, roaming his back, scratching at his nape. The low, rough sounds that leave his lips are delicious—and make me feel powerful for drawing them out of him.
His hands move me like a doll, rocking my hips forward until I feel the center of my body rub against his hard erection. I tip my head back, unable to keep kissing him as my mouth opens to release a helpless moan.
The pleasure I feel is completely new. Nero’s lips trail down my jaw, his tongue licking my throat before he sucks there. I roll my hips, craving more of the contact he just gave me, and his mouth finds mine again.
I find what I’m searching for—fitting Nero’s erection against my center and grinding against him without caring about the layers of fabric between us, feeling completely irrational.
All I can think about is how much I need more.
More of his mouth.
More of his touch.
More of the pleasure grinding against his lap is giving me.
My moans grow louder and more frequent as my movements turn frantic, chasing what I want. Nero doesn’t mind that I’ve become incapable of sustaining our kiss, too lost in sensation.
He keeps touching me, licking and sucking, until I’m too overwhelmednotto shatter.
The orgasm shakes me and turns me into a breathless puddle in Nero’s arms. I keep my eyes closed for long minutes, trying to figure out how to make my heart return to a steady rhythm.
When I finally open them, I find blue eyes fixed on my face, desire practically overflowing from his dilated pupils.
“You come beautifully, Nina,” he praises—and my cheeks immediately heat.
I laugh at myself and drop my forehead to Nero’s shoulder, hiding from his attention. I just used the man to get off, andthat’swhat makes me blush? Give me a break, Nina.
I feel his lips on my shoulder, then the tip of his nose brushing my skin, sending shivers through me all over again. My core throbs—whether from satisfaction or from a new desire being ignited by the touches that have just resumed, I don’t know.
I lift myself from my hiding place, and Nero drags the tip of his nose along my cheek in an unexpected caress.
He kisses my mouth softly—and just like that, I want more again.
This time, it starts slowly.
A sequence of subtle, almost rehearsed touches ignites me little by little. His mouth grazes my chin, his teeth scrape my jaw, and his hands slide along the sides of my body until I feel his thumbs slipping beneath the strings of my bikini.
I search for his mouth, push my tongue into his—but I don’t even get two seconds of control, because when Nero’sfingers brush my nipples, skin to skin, sensation overtakes me completely.
“Too fast,” I gasp, pulling away, realizing that if we keep going like this, we’ll definitely go too far. I slide off Nero’s lap and practically throw myself onto the sand beside him, covering my eyes with my arm. “I need a minute,” I add.
His answer takes long enough that I almost move my arm, needing to see him.
“I think I need three lifetimes,” he finally says.
I pull my arm away, alarmed—only to find him smiling at me.
Nero lies down beside me, propping himself up on one elbow to stay taller than me. His free hand comes to my cheek, his thumb brushing over my skin in a gentle caress.
“I’m kidding,” he says. “We’re not in a rush for anything, Nina.”
He reassures me, and I bite my lip, thoughtful. I take a deep breath, gathering courage before speaking.
“I think this is a good time to tell you that I’m a virgin.”
CHAPTER 13
NINA MARCHESI
