Chapter 23 #3
“Don’t think this is over. If you go in there—”
I hardly stepped one foot in before he yanked my arm, pulling me flush against him, his mouth colliding with mine.
He took advantage of my mouth being open, escalating things immediately, but our teeth clashed for a second.
Ignoring the faux pas, we gave into the sloppy, anxious kiss.
It was clumsy and frantic as our tongues met, both demanding the spotlight and neither of us getting it.
Instead, he stroked his tongue over mine, and I fought to do the same.
This could’ve maybe made sense as a first kiss between couples, and even that might’ve been a stretch. It definitely didn’t belong in this part of our relationship. If we were referring to it as a relationship now. Honestly, I wasn’t sure, and I didn’t really care about labeling things.
Threading his fingers in my hair, he drew me closer as our actions slowly reverted to a steadier, more consistent rate of need. Until he pulled back momentarily, our chests heaving as words slipped from his mouth. “Sei stupenda piccola. Ti voglio da morire.”10
My eyes darted, watching his closely, but I only exhaled before wrapping my arms around him as he brought his lips down on mine again. My hands drew up his back as I grazed his corded muscles. I had no idea what he said, but he could talk in Italian to me anytime he wanted to.
As I moaned, he undid the button on my blazer, exposing my naked breasts to him.
The blazer was cut too low to accommodate a bra, so I went without one.
I didn’t regret a thing, only that he wasn’t giving me what he teased.
Pushing my chest into him, I thought about opening my eyes to see what the holdup was, but he stroked the seam of my lips with his tongue, a rumble coming from the back of his throat.
“I should leave you just like this, breathless and wanting more.”
My eyes enlarged. “You wouldn’t.”
A smug grin took possession of his expression. “It would serve you right for lying to yourself, and me, that you didn’t want me to come in here with you, that you didn’t want this to happen.”
“So help me, Sparky, I will—”
He popped a finger up. “It’s been a while since I’ve heard that.”
“Still hate it?”
“It’s grown on me.”
“Like fungus?”
Ignoring me, he kissed his way down, his lips warm and tantalizing. He started at my chin, then down the column of my neck before bending to my chest, until pausing right above my breast. “This what you want?”
I nodded, eagerly waiting for him to get on with it.
“Use your words,” he coaxed. “I like your voice, and I encourage you to use it.”
Warmth flooded my center at his candor, at the way he was telling me to say what I needed to say around my parents too and not think twice, even if it went against them. “I want you to put your mouth on me.”
My heart raced as he inched toward me, his head coming down, his mouth closing around my nipple as my hands flew in his hair, gripping the nearly black strands and pulling like the more I did, the harder and faster he’d suck. Nibble. Bite. Lick.
Pushing my chest out, I backed up, right into the hand dryer, the wind blowing on me as he pinched my other nipple.
Slowly, he abandoned my breasts and moved me so my back was on the wall next to the dryer.
Then he journeyed downward as he trailed his hands down faster.
They got there before the rest of him, his fingers magnetizing to the hem of my skirt as he lifted it up.
“So wet.” He palmed me over the top of the fabric.
“I can smell your arousal. It’s potent and intoxicating.
” Getting down on the floor, he gripped one of my thighs while his other hand worked to fold my skirt to make sure it stayed up and didn’t fall back down, getting in his way.
He licked a streak from the top of my panties practically to the back, stopping right before he reached my ass.
“Eating out your pussy is going to be for me what snorting cocaine is for an addict. I’m not sure I’m going to be able to stop once I start.
I’m always going to want to fuck your beautiful little cunt—”
He yanked down my panties, and I gasped, the chill of the air hitting me as his filthy words made me wetter.
“—with my tongue—”
Moving my legs apart, I whimpered as he licked and sucked, my swollen clit stuck in a paradox of pain and pleasure. He was relentless, his teeth grazing it as a warning before nibbling the sensitive spot.
A cry of pleasure practically sang out of me.
I was close.
Real pleasure was a mystery to me, though, until he drove his tongue inside me.
The sight of my arousal on his face sent me over the edge. Next thing I knew my body was shuddering, my legs trembling.
Oh.
My.
God.
I hardly had time to come down before he continued. “—with my fingers—”
“Marco, please.”
Already plenty wet, he slid two fingers in at the same time, both of them going in easily. “Yes, yes, yesss.”
Torturing me like I’d never been tortured before, he pulled them out, then pushed them back in right to his knuckles.
In again. Please.
Out. Oh, god.
“—with my throbbing cock.”
My eyes fell downcast, and I raked my teeth over my lower lip. I wanted that. I wanted that so—
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
More than anything.
The last time he pushed his fingers in, he coupled it with biting on my clit, and it all sent me into overdrive, another orgasm rolling over me as I covered my own mouth to stop the cries from filling the entire venue.
When I came down again, Marco was pulling my skirt down and grabbing a tissue to wipe my legs and his hands. “It’s time we share a bed,” he said, kissing my sweat-sheened skin in the hollow of my neck.
I tried to catch my breath, so I could answer him without heaving. “We don’t need to share a bed to have sex.”
“No, but I want to change the terms of our engagement, and that means changing our living arrangements.” He tossed the tissues out after he deemed me sufficiently clean. “Don’t you think it’s time?”
Gazing into his eyes, I felt desired, but more than that, I felt seen. Fully seen. “So, we’ll sleep in the same bed.”
He nodded. “And you‘ll stop getting into trouble.” Tracing his thumb over my top lip, I could still taste myself on him, smell myself.
Swallowing, I added one of my own terms. “And you’ll tell me everything. No more secrets, like the stunt you pulled in Las Vegas, leaving for Florida without a word.”
He growled. “And we’ll give this a real chance.”
“Deal.”
“Deal.”
There wasn’t much left to say, if anything at all, so we left the bathroom in silence and met back up with my mother and Lauren in the same silence.
Only, it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence.
It was a different type of silence. It was a silence that came from two people maybe finally choosing their own path after being pushed down every other one by the people who claimed to love them the most.
“There you are. We were just about to head to Lauren’s office, so she could draw up the contracts for you two to sign,” my mother said, her face practically lighting up.
I didn’t want to disappoint her, but if that was what needed to happen, then so be it. “I want the first floor. The grand hall.”
My mother’s lips formed into a thin line, and she looked away, dismissively.
Lauren was already nodding, though, moving to take that down on her device.
The decision was made.
And I had made it.
I think my mother knew where we stood now.
All fires had to stop burning at some point. It wasn’t pleasant to see the damage they had caused, but maybe once the ash was swept away, we could see things clearer and start anew.