As he towed her toward his room, her heart hammered loud enough that she was sure he and everyone else in the mansion heard it. They passed two doors. Three. She was only counting to keep her mind off the fact they were feet away from Ash’s bed.
He pushed open the door. When he grabbed her around the waist and yanked her inside, a surprised laugh burst out of her. The door swung shut behind them at the same moment Angelo’s mouth covered hers.
She didn’t know who moved first but her curves cradled his hard body like neither was able to stop the momentum.
He cupped her face, and she had two fistfuls of his jacket and she waspulling. Then he plunged his tongue between her lips, and she stopped thinking in complete sentences.
She ripped his jacket over his bulging shoulders, and it hit the floor. Next, she tore his shirt from his waistband in desperation to feel his warm skin under her palms.
When she found bare skin, he made a sound against her mouth that undid her.
“Angelo—”
He kissed her long and deep, cutting off whatever she might say. Her mind spun as he worked her top upward, fingers skating toward her breasts.
When they broke apart, he cradled her breast, staring into her eyes as he swished his thumb over her beaded nipple. “Don’t think right now.”
She laughed again, the sound short and breathless. “Thinking is my primary function.”
“Not tonight.” His mouth met the curve of her neck, and she stopped arguing.
She had no idea when she ended up on his bed, naked, with her lover hovering over her. He was staring at her like he was imprinting her on his mind.
She pulled him down.
Their mouths collided again, hungry and eager, tongues twirling in a dance that had her pussy flooding with desire.
Running her hands over the warm steel of his spine, she learned the ridges of scar and sinew, logging every inch of his skin in her mind.
He worked his way down her body, alternating between kisses and small, maddening nips that made her arch off the bed. Dark need whispered along her senses. Overcome by the sensation, she clutched at him, trying to bring his lips back to hers.
But Angelo had other ideas.
He slipped down her body. When he pressed a kiss below her navel, she sucked in sharply, her body on fire with anticipation.
When he sank between her legs, heated breath washed over her throbbing folds.
“Angelo—” The sound cut off on a cry as he delivered a molten lick to her clit.
The growl he made vibrated through her body, spiking her need higher. With every mind-spinning swipe of his tongue, she didn’t just climb higher—she shot into another galaxy.
Her thighs clenched, her stomach dipping with her ragged breathing. When he speared his tongue into her entrance, she bucked faster, riding his lips and tongue to white-hot bliss.
Easing his hands under her bottom, he drew her up to feast on her. Her insides clutched. Needing something to grip, she latched on to his head. He withdrew his tongue and sucked her clit with a strong pull that stole her last brain cell.
With a muffled cry, she came, waves pounding at her body over and over while she gasped his name. The final shudder ripped through her, leaving her boneless and panting.
When he finally settled over her, everything she’d been holding back came down to this—this close contact she never knew she was craving—she pressed her face against the side of his neck and held on.
He filled her in one smooth glide. “Christ, Trouble. You’re so wet.”
“You’re sodeep.”
He issued a growl and sank deeper, stroking a place she never knew she had until him.
He churned his hips, kissing her on the withdrawal and staring into her eyes as he slammed in again. Passion stole over her, and she threw herself into making him feel as good as he made her feel. Tightening her inner walls and clenching around him made the cords in his neck stand out.
Sliding her tongue over his, she raked her nails lightly over his spine, all the way to the hard planes of his ass.
