He pulled into a parking lot deep in the park with a few cars spaced around us. For a while, we sat still, staring out the windows, saying nothing at all. I picked at my upper lip, then rubbed my hands over one another.
“Why did you bring me here?” I whispered.
Three things seemed to happen simultaneously. His seat reared back, my seatbelt clicked open, and he lifted me out of my seat to straddle him without bumping my head on the roof. My hands rested on his shoulders, one of my knees propped up the edge of his seat cushion, the other raised atop his leg. Our eyes locked and held, the anger in his replaced by the same intense need building inside me. My heart thumped loud in my ears. My body was light and heavy at the same time. His mouth was right there for the taking. A few inches forward, and we’d meet.
His right hand cupped my cheek, all warm and encompassing. I melted against his touch, despite how angry I’d been. It was sweet and tender, the exact opposite of the man I’d known so far.
“Renzo,” I murmured, pressing my cheek further into his hand, never breaking eye contact. His eyes were the color ofleaves refracted through a drop of morning dew, and their entire maddening focus was on me. “I’m mad at you.”
“Are you?”
I was supposed to be. I should be, but with the blend of his manhandling and tenderness, my brain was on the fritz, and my libido was going into overdrive.
His hand swept down the side of my throat and to the back of my neck, gradually becoming more forceful. He tugged my head closer, his forehead bent down to touch mine.
“Tell me, Ainsley. Were you with them to grab my attention?”
“Who?” I asked, caught off guard. “Marc and Joseph?”
His fingers squeezed my nape in a soft warning.
“I don’t like seeing you with other men,” he groused.
“They’re just friends.”
“That doesn’t mean it’s what they want.”
“It doesn’t matter what they want.”
“Why?” He wrapped a hand around my hair and tugged my head back, exposing my neck. His lips nipped kisses down my throat, and I shivered with each one. “Tell me why?”
“We shouldn’t be doing this.” Half-heartedly, I pushed against his chest. He only pulled me closer.
“Tell me.” His breath was warm against my skin, his dominance intoxicating. If I sat on him fully, I’d be pressed against the swell of his groin. Just knowing that he held me close, not caring who saw, sent my blood rushing in my ears. I ached for him. Only him. Only ever him, no matter what.
“I don’t want them.” I offered more of my throat to him. The strap of my top slipped from my shoulder. “I’ve only ever wanted you.”
“Is that right?” The way his gravelly voice vibrated against my skin sent electric tingles all the way past my belly button.
“Yes…” I breathed.
With one hand still wrapped in my hair, he unbuttoned my pants with the other. I tried to peek around to make sure no one was watching, but he kept a firm hold on my head.
“Eyes on me,” he growled.
“Renzo.”
“No. Look at me. No one else matters but you and me.”
“If someone sees—”
“Let them watch. Let the whole world see you’re mine.”
I breathed hard and deep through his words, my ears practically ringing at the thought that someone might know his hand was down my pants. That someone might watch as I bucked off his fingers as they slapped at my pussy over my underwear.
His eyes gleamed, almost otherworldly in how they pulled me in and tempted me. He’d always been my demon from the very beginning. First, my demon of wrath, then pride, and now lust. Those eyes studied my every expression as his fingers tugged aside my underwear, and two of them worked me open until my pussy lips wrapped around the base of his signet ring. My mouth opened in a silent scream.
“That’s it,civetta. Feel me.”
