God who?I stepped toward him and put my hands on his chest like a moth to the hottest of flames. “So kiss me.”
Alessio’s lips kicked up to the side as the microwave dinged, then he walked me back to the doorframe and put a hand up over my head to brace himself.
“Where?” he asked, as his fingers flirted with the button of my jeans.
“Huh?”
“Wheredo you want me to kiss you?”
My cheeks immediately heated at the first thought that popped into my head, but before I could shove it aside, Alessio flicked open the button and chuckled.
“Oh, I know that face.”
My mouth fell open to protest, and he swooped in to nip at my lower lip.
“Don’t be shy, Rafael. Not with me. In fact,” he whispered, “I’d reallyloveyou to tell me where you want me to kiss you.”
That made me smile. “I’m sure you would.”
Alessio waggled his brows. “I would. Boss me around, tell me what to do.”
“Boss you around?”
“Mhmm.” He brushed his nose against mine. “Tell me to get on my knees for you.”
My eyes widened at his request. We’d done a lot together, that included, but I’d nevertoldhim to do it. It’d been in the heat of the moment, the rush of hands, the tangle of arms and legs, and finally getting each other off with our mouths.
This? This felt different. I wanted to make sure I understood, that he was asking what I thought he was.
“What do you mean,tellyou?”
“It makes me hot.” Alessio kissed his way over to my ear. “Youtelling me what to do.Youbeing the one in control.”
His confession had the ache between my legs intensifying. The power he was handing over to me, the vulnerability he was showing, turned me on in a way I’d never expected. A way I didn’t even know it would.
I reached for his hips and pulled him to me, slipping a leg between his.
“Kiss me first,” I said, wanting his soft, warm lips on mine. “Put your tongue in my mouth.”
Alessio groaned and rocked his hard-on against mine. “See? It’s so fucking hot.”
It was.
Hewas.
Then he slid his tongue along my lower lip, and all thoughts vanished. It was like adding a lit match to gasoline. Flames instantly sparked and licked through my veins, heating my blood as it pumped directly south.
Hot, sexy, and addictive, that was Alessio, and when his tongue dove deep between my lips to tangle with mine, Igroaned. It’d been like this ever since we’d kissed that day on Coney Island: instant connection, instant heat, instant need.
I dug my fingers into the denim of his jeans, holding him to me, as he wrapped an arm around my waist and grabbed my ass, grinding himself on me.
“Alessio…” I said as I tore my mouth off his, the intensity of my arousal making me brave, making me curious to see how he’d react if I gave him what he’d asked for.
“Yeah?” He pressed his forehead to mine, his breathing heavy and washing over my parted lips.
“Get on your knees.”
Alessio’s eyes dilated, the pupils almost swallowing the deep brown as he licked his lips and moved down to his knees. The rush of power I felt in that moment was as exhilarating as it was arousing.
