Bare chested, she felt comfortable topless. While her breasts were smaller than most, she had great ones. And she loved her large nipples which, at the moment, stood very erect. Couldn’t miss those high beams, even in a dense fog on a stormy night.
Luciano caressed her chest, running his fingers over the swell of one breast, then the other, before teasing her hard nips with his thumb.
“You’re a naughty woman, Simone,” he growled before latching onto her nipple and sucking.
Desire throbbed through her and her eyes fluttered closed. Forcing them open, she watched as he expertly licked and tongued one nipple, then the other. His gritty groans charged through her, each landing between her legs. Eager to touch him, she sunk her fingers into his thick, almost jet-black hair, and a whisper-soft sigh escaped her throat.
He’s total male perfection.
While sucking her nipple, he reached around, unzipped her skirt, sending it plummeting to the floor. His fingers skimmed her exposed pussy, and she trembled with excitement. Wearing only stilettos, she heaved in a slow, deep breath, hoping to calm her palpitating heart.
“Please,” she murmured.
He lifted her in his arms, laid her on the bed. One panty-searing kiss had her writhing beneath him. Pausing, he stared into her eyes, and this random hookup turned a little too intimate for her. As he kissed his way down her heated body, hit after hit of glorious pleasure had her moaning on every breath. When he settled with his face between her legs, she couldn’t take her eyes off him. Nothing sexier than a gorgeous man feasting on her.
Nothing.
And Luciano Santini was as hot as it got. She ought to know. She’d been tailing him nonstop for weeks.
His penetrating gaze stole her breath. “Bellisima.”
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“First, I ravage you with my mouth,” he murmured. “Then, we fuck.”
“Yessss,” she hissed.
Luciano pressed his mouth to her pussy and licked her soaking wet opening. Mini explosions powered through her, but when he slid a finger inside her, she cried out.
“So fucking good,” she groaned.
His phone rang as the bedroom door burst open. In the red-lit hallway stood his brother, Theodore Santini. Known nicknames: Teddy and Tank.
Fuck. Fuck me.
“We gotta go,” Teddy blurted before he regarded her. “Sorry to interrupt.”
Luciano pushed off the bed. “What’s going on?”
“Dulles,” Teddy replied.
“Five minutes,” Luciano said.
“I only need two,” Simone blurted.
“It’s urgent,” Teddy insisted.
Luciano kissed her cheek, then the other. “I have to go.”
In seconds, he’d pulled on his boxers and pants, collected his shirt and suit jacket before following Teddy out. At the door, he turned back. “I’m sorry.”
After he shut the door, she murmured, “You owe me an orgasm.”
Frustration had her pushing off the bed. As she dressed, she knew that karma wasn’t just a bitch, it was the universe’s way of reminding her that she should never,everget close to a mark.
While she could have stayed to watch the second live performance or she could have found another willing partner, she was done. Down the stairs and out the front door. The October breeze cooled her still-heated skin. Pulling out the ponytail holder, she ran her fingers through her long, wavy hair.
“What the hell is wrong with me?” she asked herself as she slid behind the wheel of her SUV.
