Page 56 of Bobby

“I’m not going to rush this. I’ve dreamed about you for far too long to make this quick. I might not be gentle, but I won’t let this be over before we begin.”

I wait for her to understand. I’m not going to get this over with so I can enjoy the second round later like others might, needing to take the edge off right away to focus on her needs after. I plan to savor every aspect of her from the start, not the end.

Her chin dips, and her mouth catches my thumb, sucking the tip before she raises her head and lets it slip from her mouth.

“Okay.”

My control snaps for a second as I sweep in and claim her mouth with teeth and tongue, gathering her in close with my hand on her face for a moment before composing myself once more.

“You are addicting, Wildflower, and you test my control like no one else before.”

My words make her smile, even if she blushes at the impact she has on me.

I take a small step back and lift my shirt. I watch her take in my golden skin from both my heritage and the sun I soak up on the rooftop after a run. I might not have the ability to run in the streets of New York—Marco would kill me, along with Danny—but the building has a nice enough gym that I use frequently, and after a run inside, I cool off on the rooftop as I drink my morning coffee and enjoy a bit of sun on my skin. It’s refreshing.

It’s not ego that lets me know she likes what she sees. It’s the way her eyes light up and drink all of me down.

I meant what I said. I won’t rush this, for either of us. If I expect her to know I’m going to take my time, I want her to do the same.

Her gaze rakes over me, from the dust of dark hair that covers my chest to the way it tapers off into a single line below my belly button and down. Her eyes slide over the family crest that every Leone sibling has tattooed on our skin. She tilts her head a bit to get a better view as it travels along my side, and I turn just enough with my arm raised so she can see the whole thing.

Then I drop my hand and step back up to her. She takes steady breaths as I give her one last chance to deny me. But then my brave Wildflower looks me in the eye and holds my stare as I lift her shirt over her head. And then I break eye contact as I look my fill. I reach around and unclasp her bra, and we both let it fall to the floor between us.

My fingers ache to touch, and I give in, gliding the back of them over her lower stomach, forcing goose bumps to ripple over her skin. Stretch marks never looked so sexy on a woman. Knowing she has them from carrying her daughters gives me a sudden urge to add more with my child in her womb.

“You’re beautiful.” My words are soft, spoken like a prayer as I keep looking, memorizing every freckle, every scar I can see. Her breasts are the star of the show, and I lift them easily before pressing a kiss to the top of each before moving my lips to her mouth.

She comes to me hungrily as her fingers claw into my back, forcing a groan of pleasure from my lips. I pull back and move along her neck, licking and nipping as I go. Her breathy moans encourage me to continue, screaming softly to not stop.

My fingers move lower, pushing her pants and underwear off easily before grabbing the back of her legs and wrapping them around me. I suck on her neck as she cries out and tilts her head back to give me full access. Taking the few steps, I use my feet to feel for the bedposts to let me know when to lower her down.

She clings to me as I move my mouth over her body, marking each part I taste and moving lower as I go. I trail from her collarbone to the peaks of her breasts, taking the time to worship each one properly, sucking my fill and nibbling at the underside before running my teeth down the sides of her stomach. I tongue her belly button and then full-on bite her hip bones. The more I see of her, the better she gets. Each mark on her skin is a beautiful one that no one else will dare see if I have my way.

When I finally get to the apex of her thighs, I push her knees flat to the bed, spreading her completely and sweeping my tongue through her folds before sucking quickly on her clit.

“Bobby,” she cries out, and I fight for control.

I’ve never had to fight before. Those before her were just a transaction of sorts. No money was exchanged, but it was a contract of how things would go. I controlled, they followed. We did it to get off, both of us, not because we were driven by this need. It takes everything in me to not let it control me.

I step back, and she whimpers but keeps her legs open, feeling no shame in showing me all of her, as I can’t take my eyes off her.

Without hesitation, I remove the rest of my clothing. My lips twitch when my dick pops free with a spring to it that forces a giggle from my girl.

She folds her lips inward, but her smile remains. No man wants to be laughed at by a woman in bed, but I can tell it’s out of giddiness and not cruelty.

“I didn’t plan for this,” I say as I guide my hand along my dick, slowly moving it up and down. I get harder just from the way she shivers at me handling myself. “Wish I had.”

Her head tilts, and I see confusion and a bit of uncertainty on her brow.

I shake my head. “I won’t take chances where you’re concerned, Willow. I need you to know that.”

She nods, but her face is still confused.

“I’m going to make you feel good. I promise you that. But just because I won’t be inside you, don’t think you aren’t my girl after this.”

Her eyes squint until they go wide in understanding. Then she bites her bottom lip as she looks at my cock in my hand.

“I’m on birth control.” Her gaze shifts off my dick to look me in the eye. “IUD insert. I had it put in after Lily. I….” She licks her lips, and I don’t know if she’s about to bring her ex up right now or not. Something I don’t want to think or talk about ever again if I have my way.