Page 278 of Valentino

“I need you to know that this second chance for us means everything,” I whisper. “And I wish I could turn back time because dating him is the single biggest regret of my life.”

His eyes search mine. “Mine too.”

It still bothers him.

“It’s in the past, Anna.”

“I hate that I did that to us.”

“It’s my fault, I knew what he was like.” He pulls me into his arms and holds me tight. “I should have protected you from him.”

“He’ll never come between us again,” I murmur against his chest.

“I know.” He kisses my forehead. “Forget it, you’re here now. That’s all that matters.”

I hold him tighter.

He lifts my shirt off over my head and lifts me so that my legs are around his waist as we kiss.

“Where are we going?” I act innocent as he carries me up the stairs.

“You know where we’re going.” He carries me like I’m a feather and the dominance of the act sends shivers up my spine. “To fuck.” He bites my lip. “Hard.”

“Thank God,” I whisper. “I was worried you were getting romantic on me.”

“Not a fucking chance.”

A deep body shudder wakes me from a deep sleep and I whimper as my senses explode.

It’s dawn, the sun is just rising but it’s still dark and shadowed outside.

My legs are being held open, and Valentino is beneath the blankets and sucking on me. His tongue slides through my flesh, flicking over my clitoris, and I shudder again.

My body is already in the throes of arousal, close to orgasm. How long has he been going down on me while I slept?

“Oh.” My hands go to the back of his head to feel it bobbing up and down. “Good morning.” I moan.

He turns his head and kisses my inner thigh. “Good morning, angel.”

His teeth graze my lips, his stubble burns my skin, and I moan as my head throws back.

Fuck.

Valentino is one hell of an alarm clock.

This is the third time I’ve woken up with my legs open and his tongue deeply embedded inside of me.

“You taste so fucking good,” he murmurs into me.

I smile up at the ceiling, my God…some men give you oral to get what they want.

But Valentino Leone goes down on me because he loves it. The way he smiles into my sex, the way his eyes flutter closed in sheer ecstasy.

The way he hits my G-spot….

Every.

Damn.