“Luca!” she cries out when my fingertips brush against her center, dragging my index finger over her slit and feeling her panties grow damp. “Oh God.”
“Right here,” I breathe against her lips. “I’m going to worship you right here, and anyone who happens to pass by and look through the windows is going to know you’re mine.”
“W-what?” she gasps, her head turning to look at the windows that overlook a busy street. The display counter offers an illusion of privacy, but a part of me wants the whole fucking world to know that she belongs to me. That I will destroy anyone who dares touch her. “Luca, not here—”
“Right here,” I growl, sliding my finger underneath her panties and watching her head fall back when I stroke her slit, teasing her slick flesh until she’s crying out and riding my hand, forgetting all about her privacy concerns. “You are so freaking beautiful,biscottina.The way you ride my finger. I can’t fucking wait for you to ride my tongue like that and cover my face with your release.” I know she’ll taste sweeter than anything mybiscottina—my little cookie—could ever make.
Her lashes flutter as she tries to keep those gorgeous eyes open. Christ, she looks like a fucking dream, and I have to kiss her.
With a growl, I take her mouth in a kiss that was meant to be soothing. Affectionate. But it turns into a needy slide of lips and tongue. Wet. Erotic. Dirty. She whimpers into the kiss, meeting me with as much vigor, her hips still riding my hand as my finger teases her pussy.
My head swims with the need for her until I can't take it anymore. I break the kiss and pull my hand away. I’m on my knees before she can protest. She gasps when I push up her skirt, and I imagine there’s savagery in my eyes when I reach for her thong. Red. Bold. A sexy contrast to the innocent girl that is Matilde. Oh, who the hell am I kidding? Her body is made for sin. Created to drive a man like me to madness.
Mine.
She gasps when I peel her thong down her thighs, heat flooding her face. Her eyes stay locked on mine as she steps out of her panties and slowly opens for me when I nudge her legs wider. A shiver courses through her when I dip my face between her thighs, closing my eyes as her sweet, seductive scent floods my senses. How long have I dreamt of this moment? Nights spent imagining what she tastes like. Now, I don’t have to wonder anymore.
My heart races as I dip my tongue between her folds, dragging it through her center and lapping at her arousal. I growl at her taste, her pleasured cries barely registering past the blood roaring in my head. With a guttural cry, I grab her left knee and bring it to my shoulder, opening her up for me. I waste no time worshiping her pretty pussy.
It’s heaven. No, it goes beyond anything I ever imagined.
I grasp her hip tightly as I drag my tongue over her clit, stroking it in slow passes. Kissing and licking it in long strokes. Her cries fill the bakery, a tremble wracking her when I slidemy tongue through her folds, tasting the sweet and tangy flavor of her arousal. It’s additive. More addictive than any amount of sugar she could use in her pastries. Intoxicating.
Mine!
I let go of her hip to unzip my jeans, taking out my cock and stroking myself as I work her clit with my tongue.
“Luca,” she sobs, her hips rolling and chasing my tongue. Her fingers dig into my hair and fist it tight, pulling my face closer. “Oh…I… Luca!”
She shudders as I flick her clit with the tip of my tongue, feeling her grow slicker with arousal, her cries coming louder. I lap at her swollen bud as I slide my free hand underneath her blouse and fondle her breasts over her bra, kneading them and groaning at how full and soft they feel in my hand.
“Luca,” she pants, her breathing coming in gasped breaths.
Her thighs begin to tremble, and her pussy quivers against my mouth with the threat of her climax. I wrap my lips around her swollen nub and tug softly, pinching at her beaded nipple over her bra. That sends her right off the edge.
“Luca, I… Oh God!” she cries out as her entire body tenses for a moment before releasing in a violent shudder. She pulls tighter at my hair, her hips grinding against my face as I give her everything she needs. I let her coat my nose, mouth, and jaw with her arousal, stroking my cock faster and harder, hurtling closer to the edge. I lick her through the orgasm and the tremors, the taste and scent of her driving me closer to ecstasy than anything ever has before.
I climax with a roar, groaning into her body as I spill onto the floor. My hips jerk through it, pleasure rolling through mybody with so much intensity it makes my head swim. I lap at her gently as I milk my cock until I’m drained. Only then do I pull back. Her leg drops from my shoulder, and her chest heaves with every labored breath. I’m tempted to take her right where we stand.
Her eyes open to meet mine when I straighten up. I tuck myself away and zip up, then grab a rag from the counter and drop it over the mess on the floor before turning back to Matilde.
She looks so goddamned sexy with her hair all mussed up and lips swollen from my kisses. She visibly shivers when I reach up and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, smirking when her flush deepens. “You have no idea how beautiful you are,biscottina," I rasp, rubbing a thumb over her cheek. "Even now, with the taste of you fresh on my tongue, I still want to bend you over this counter and worship you all over again until the whole of New York hears you scream my name."
“W-what?” she whispers in a shaky exhale.
My smirk drops as I watch her, realizing that around this woman, I am at my most dangerous. “Anyone who tries to get to you will have to get through me first,” I say, dipping my mouth to hers in a quick kiss. “I’ll protect you. Always.”
I pull back before I do something reckless—like fuck her in her bakery in the light of day. I wouldn’t be able to stop for hours. Not now. Not when there is so much yet to do. Still, I read the conflict and question in her eyes, but before she can voice them, the bell over the bakery door chimes. I look over Matilde’s shoulder to see Santino—one of my most trusted men, the one I texted earlier—walk in. He must realize what’s happening because he keeps a safe distance from us. He turns around to face the window when I signal him to, giving Matilde the privacy she needs to straighten her clothes.
She doesn’t meet my eyes when she’s done. “Luca, I—”
I grasp her chin and bring those stunning eyes to mine. “I’ve let you keep your distance for months, but the second you let me touch you again, you became mine,” I rasp, my words firm. “No more running or hiding, Matilde. I won't let you. You’re mine now.”
I seal the words with a kiss before pulling away. I hate leaving her under the protection of another man, but I need to take care of some things. Like making plans to catch the fucking intruder. And later, I’ll come back here and tear down the walls still standing between us. I won’t stop until I’ve ground them to dust.
Chapter Three
Matilde
