19
RAVENNA, ITALY
SAGE
I manage to make it through the drive back to the villa without pawing him too much, but only because the car is too small to comfortably fuck in. But the second we walk through the door, my hands are on the buttons of the ridiculous vest and shirt, clawing them open as I push him against the wall of the foyer. He’s watching my lips; I know he’s dying to kiss me, and the power trip of keeping that from him is delicious. I whip his unknotted tie off and he flashes a knee-weakening smile and picks me up, walking into the living room.
He lays me down on a huge, buttery-soft leather sofa, balancing on one knee between my legs while he pulls off the jacket and vest, then sinks to lie half on me. He slides a hand up my side, dragging my dress over my hip; then an almostpained expression overtakes him and he drops his head, stroking his cheek against one of my nipples.
“You’ll forgive me for begging…” he begins.
“Are you kidding? Ilovemaking men beg.”
His laugh is sultry. “Permission to kiss you everywhere from the neck down, if those tempting lips are firmly off-limits.”
My clit sends out a tremor at the thought of Alexander’s mouth there.
“Deal. And as long as we’re doing the sex boundaries talk, here are my basics: I don’t swallow, nothing goes in my ass, the term ‘Daddy’ skeeves me out, and I don’t use specific safe words because no means just that. Got it?”
“Clear as a bell.” He presses a kiss to my nipple through the fabric of my dress, then gives it a bite with those pretty teeth.
“And, uh… about condoms. Like, how slutty are you? I’m on Depo, and STI testing is part of my regular thing with my Emerald doc. It’s been ages since I was with a guy before you, for that matter. Almost a year.”
He looks up from my chest, and the way his auburn hair tumbles over his freckled forehead is beyond cute. “You’ve not? Why?”
Suddenly I feel a little bashful about it. I give a faint shrug. “Just didn’t run across any guys I was into enough to bother.”
His slow smile is strangely tender, like I’ve hit him in the feels. He traces a fingertip along one of the slashes in my dress fabric, then hooks it and draws it aside to expose my breast before encircling my areola with small, featherlight kisses. “I’m honored, Salvi.”
“Oh, shut up,” I say with amusement. “It’s not like you’ve been knighted or some shit.”
He hums a laugh against my skin, and heat surges down my legs. Jesus Christ, whatisit about him? I don’t think I’ve ever been this in-general turned on by someone, and… for fuck’s sake, the guy is lying on top of me wearing clothes that make him look like a cross between a doughnut fairy and Woody fromToy Story.
“I’d take this over knighthood any day,” he says, skimming a hand along my hip. “And as for my ‘sluttiness,’ the last woman in my bed was… well, the morning you and Phaedra Morgan called me to threaten a lawsuit. And Brigitte was firm on the requirement of clear test results before there was any, erm,frolicking.”
His curled palm fits so perfectly into the dip of my waist that it’s like he was engineered for me.Dammit, I need to hold myself together…
“That said,” he continues, “I’ve no problem with condoms. But…” He rolls onto his back and pulls me on top of him, then slides my dress up to bare my ass, his big hands caressing. “The thought of having you with nothing between us makes me fuckin’ sweat.”
His dick is hard as a park bench under me, and when I adjust one leg to feel him better, he gives a sort of sighing groan. It’s a full-on auditory aphrodisiac—it sounds so much like what I heard the last time we fucked.
“Thatispretty tempting,” I tell him, shifting my hips to grind against him. “Let’s play it by ear.” Saying it reminds me that I was going to have him play piano, and as hot as I am for him right now, it’s irresistible to make him wait a little longer and work for it.
I nod sideways toward where a beautiful piano stands near the windows. It’s a reddish-brown wood the same color as Alexander’s hair, with a velvet padded bench.
“Hey, you owe me a performance.”
He squeezes my ass in a nice bossy way that sends electricity through me. “Delighted.”
I laugh. “Not that. Okay, notjustthat. The piano. You said you’d play for me.”
“What might you like to hear?”
You. Just like this. But closer, even closer…
I love the vibration of his low, quiet voice where our chests are pressed together. His roaming hands spread little shock waves of lust through me. When I peek at his face, I’m just about done in by those gray eyes, all dilated-pupil-dark and full of erotic promise, framed by gorgeous rust-brown lashes. His lips are magnetic—I could fall against them so fucking easily.
“Surprise me,” I tell him, resting my own too-hungry lips against his jawline.
