“Oh, you’re leaving those on, darlin’.” He knelt, shoved his shoulders between her thighs, and then settled in for some fun.
She squirmed and tried to fight him, but he licked her and then sucked her clit into his mouth, his tongue still working her. Her nails clutched his bedspread, and she moaned, opening more for him. Her gasps spurred him on.
She tasted like sweetness with a hint of spice, and all of a sudden, he never wanted to be anywhere else. He slipped a finger inside her and moved faster, feeling her body stiffen and fight him. Battling the orgasm.
He chuckled and sucked harder.
Turned out she was a screamer.
Marlie couldn’t breathe.That had been the best orgasm of her entire life, and yet, she still needed more.
Bosco moved up her, kissing her hipbones, her belly, and then took his time with both breasts. His mouth was hot, and his tongue wickedly accurate. Finally, she reached down for his jeans. “Get these off.”
He kept kissing her, nipping at her breasts, and then shoved the offending denim off.
Skin against skin nearly had her growling. Her fingers clutched in his thick hair, and she pulled. “Up here.”
He scraped his teeth along her jaw before kissing her again. “You’re kinda bossy in bed,” he murmured, levering over her, so big and strong.
She swallowed, looking up into those bronzed Italian eyes. His cock pulsed against her sex, and she moved against him, letting sparks fly between them. “Am not.”
“Are, too.” He kissed her again, holding himself off her with his elbows. “I’m in charge here, sweetheart.”
She didn’t much care who was in charge so long as he stopped playing around. The guy seemed fine teasing her body, and he was driving her crazy. His sense of control was impressive. “Tell me you have condoms.”
His grin was a bit lopsided, and the hunger that flared in his eyes a little intriguing—a lot intriguing, actually. “Yeah.” His mouth dropped to play with her ear as his hand moved to the bedside table, drawing out a condom. Quick movements had it rolled on, and he hadn’t paused in exploring her face for one second. He reached her mouth again, kissing her, tasting like mint.
Bosco Albertini knew how to kiss.
Fire poured down her throat to land in her abdomen, flaring out to her sex. She shifted against him, lifting her knees.
His grin was wicked. “You ready?”
“Yes,” she breathed, sliding her hands down his flanks.
Truly wicked. “I’m not.” With a smooth motion, he grasped her rib cage and flipped her over.
She landed on her stomach and bounced, her head coming up. She grabbed the pillow. “What in the world?”
His hands roamed down her back, gently ticking across her butt. “I’m not done playing.”
Heat and need combusted inside her, and she felt empty. Needy. Hungry. “Are you this freaking detailed with your job?” she moaned, letting her face rest on his pillow, turned to the side.
“I’d better be,” he murmured, his breath hot against her neck.
She shivered.
“I’ve wanted to do this since I saw you in that dress.” He kissed the top of her spine and then licked his way down to her waist, leaving a hot trail of kisses, as well. Then both hands went to her butt, cupping her.
God, it was too much.
She swallowed. “Bosco. Foreplay later?” Her voice was way too breathy, and her body was on fire. For him.
“Definitely more later. A lot more.” He nipped her butt.
That was it. She pushed up and rolled over, sliding under him and grabbing muscled arms. She wrapped both legs around his waist and pulled, digging in her nails.
His chuckle was pure sin.
