She smiled, all sin. “Oh.”
Yeah. Oh.
A wicked glint filled her eyes, and she leaned over, her mouth right above his. “I guess now we talk about you being an idiot?”
She’d gone too far.She knew it the second her mouth touched his, and those dangerous topaz-colored eyes flared hot and bright. One second, she was on top of him, in perfect control; and the next, she was under him. Completely.
Desire cut through her, and she gasped, looking up at him. He was so strong and intense, and everything inside her softened. She was already wet and ready for him.
His smirk held a hint of pain and a boatload of hunger. “You were saying?” He pressed against her, pulsing, his body hot and aroused.
Blood rushed through her head, making her ears ring. The man felt like heated stone against her that she didn’t want to think—only feel. And, man, he madeherfeel good. “Um.” What had she been saying?
He leaned to the side, his boxers disappeared, something crinkled, and he rolled partially away for a second. One strong hand snapped her panties in two, and he tossed them over his shoulder. Her eyes widened, and need coursed through her, painful with an edge. He positioned himself at her entrance and paused. “You sure?”
“Yes.” She could not be more sure. Not in a million years.
“Me, too.” Then he slowly, methodically, purposefully pushed inside her, his gaze on hers.
Wild and intense.
She couldn’t breathe. Her thighs widened naturally, wanting more of him. Needing all of him.
He stretched her, changing her ache of need into a finely tuned edge of pleasure and pain. So good. His thighs were hard against hers, his skin warm, his scent masculine. Everything about him was perfect. Well, perfect for her.
“Bosco,” she whispered, overcome. She’d never felt this good, this complete. Or this safe. Bosco Albertini was sexy and strong, but he made her feel safe and protected in a way she wanted. Maybe needed. Things were happening inside her too quickly, but she didn’t want to stop. She wanted to feel this for him, even if it took her a while to put it all into words. They had time.
He kept pushing, his strong arms keeping his weight off her. Then he kissed her, a wild energy overtaking them both. His tongue dueled with hers, keeping her in the moment and making her forget the pain in her arm for a second. She pushed against him, feeling his warmth, letting herself get lost in everything that was Bosco. Finally, he pushed all the way inside, connecting them.
Something clicked. In her body, in her heart, maybe even deeper. Shefeltit. She felt him. Only him. Her eyes widened, and her lungs seized.
“Breathe,” he whispered, his mouth against hers, his command firm.
She obeyed, letting her lungs take over. Relief filtered through her as oxygen flowed throughout her body again. This was intense, and she wanted more.
“Now.” He levered up, using his elbows as balance, his pelvis flush against hers. “Want to call me an idiot again?” His voice was rough, and his tone gritty. His gaze was all-knowing and a little arrogant, but it suited him. Just like he suited her.
“No.” She bit into his bottom lip. They could have all the chat time he wanted for pillow talk after he assuaged this desperate hunger inside her. “Later.”
He licked his lip and then kissed her, pushing her head back into the pillow. Taking control. Pleasure swamped her, pushing her need for him even higher. She kissed him back, her hands frantic along his flanks. They were both breathing heavily when he lifted his head. “Now we talk,” he murmured, his breath heating her lips.
Oh, he was going to kill her. She needed him to start moving before she exploded. This much need couldn’t be healthy. What did he want? Oh, yeah. “Fine. You’re not an idiot. Wait. You are. We aren’t friends.”
“Damn straight,” he said, possession in his eyes, power in his body. “We’re a hell of a lot more than friends, and we’re going to give this a real shot. Got it?”
She’d gotten that a lot earlier than he had, but why quibble about it? “Yes,” she breathed, tilting her hips.
He groaned, his jaw hardening.
She did it again, trying to ease the pleasurable pain of having him inside her, not moving. “You’re big, Bosco. Start moving, would you?” she gasped.
He reached between them and fondled her breasts, the look in his eyes giving her pause. “You can take me.” He distracted her for a moment, playing, taking his time as he seemed to like.
She scratched down his back to his butt and sank her nails in. Then she tilted again.
His nostrils flared, and he rose over her, grasping her hip and pulling out to push back in. She blinked. Then he went all-in. Fast and hard, he thrust into her, forcing her higher and higher before she could think of climbing. Each plunge of his hips pushed her into the mattress, so she wrapped her legs around him and just held on.
Live wires uncoiled inside her, and she cried out, grabbing on to him, her eyelids closing as sparks flashed behind them. The climax roared through her, taking her breath. Fireworks detonated one after the other, each harder and more spectacular until she could only feel. Finally, she came down, her mind numb. He slammed inside her one more time and stilled, jerking with his release.
