He hated the control she exhibited. Hated that she’d barely uttered a word. She hadn’t apologized for stalking him, hadn’teven admitted to it. She was eye-fucking him in a way that stripped him bare… and he loved it.
Fucking loved it.
Her breathing thundered in his ears, but when a moan slithered from her sensual mouth, he snaked his arms around her waist. Their lips came together in a kiss that felt more like an attack than an embrace. She pressed herself close, slipped one hand into his hair while the other wrapped around his shoulder.
On a groan, she pressed her hungry tongue into his mouth and unleashed a torrent of energy into him. Normally one to take the lead, he liked her aggression, liked how she took him hostage in her arms.
Between kisses, she said, “Grab my ass.”
If he did, he’d have her on the bed in a second. Naked in five, and buried deep inside her moments after that.
In one fluid move, he grabbed her ponytail, slowed the kiss, and pulled her off him.
Panting, she stared into his eyes. “Are you here to talk?” She heaved in a deep breath. “Or fuck?”
His hardened shaft pressed against his boxer briefs, eager to break free and root inside her. Forcing himself to gain control, he released her, but he didn’t step away. Now, inches apart, he waited while her jagged breath returned to normal.
“Aren’t I doing it for you?” she asked.
He placed her hand over his hardened cock.
“That’s your dick talking,” she said matter-of-factly. “What doyousay?”
Leaning down, he nibbled her earlobe, then bit it. “Why don’t you tell me why you’re stalking me?”
She smiled. “I like pain, and I have a very high threshold.”
“Mmm, good to know.”
“I’mnotfollowing you, but I can see how someone with your massive—” she rubbed his hard shaft— “egowould think that.”
Luciano was done playing word games. She wasn’t going to answer him and he wasn’t about to walk. There was no way he would get the same satisfaction from his damn hand. Not when someone this intense and this beautiful wasthisready to screw.
“How ‘bout I fuck the answer out of you?” he proposed.
“How about we just fuck?” she replied.
SIMONE
Simone Redding—Redto her friends—was a ball of fire. A volcano coiled to erupt. Inches away from Luciano Santini was a very different experience than watching him from afar with binos.
Holy hell.
Normally chill, she was quivering with pent-up desire. Logic had flown out the window. If she had a modicum of sanity, she would walk away, drive straight home, and pretend their chance encounter had never happened.
But this wasnochance encounter and itwashappening. He’d turned the tables on her, cornering her at her one hedonistic escape.
Hooking up with Luciano Santino sounded like a sinfully perfect way to spend an hour… or several. As she stared into the eyes of the devil himself, he flashed her a wicked smile.
Do it.
She grasped his shirt, tugged him close, and kissed him. Hard. He slithered his arm around her, pulled her tight against him, and slid his tongue inside her mouth with a sweeping motion. The gentle way he kissed her was in sharp contrast to the possessive way he held her.
And she loved it.
Then, he placed his other hand on the small of her back, just above her ass, and locked her into place. Trapped, she released a groan so gritty she didn’t recognize her own voice. She pressed her tongue against his, tasting this sinful man for a second time.
Damn, he tastes good.
