21. Adriano #2
The Brownstone barely has time to settle around us before I’m turning toward her.
Casey’s coat slips from her shoulders onto the floor somewhere near the staircase, but neither of us pays attention to where it lands because the second the front door closes behind us properly, she’s looking at me with the same flushed, unsteady expression she had on the balcony and whatever control I had left finally snaps.
I cross the space between us fast enough to pull a startled breath from her before my hands are on her waist and my mouth is on hers again.
Christ.
The kiss turns desperate almost immediately.
Weeks of restraint, stolen glances, and half-finished moments crash together all at once as I back her against the wall beside the staircase, one hand tangling into her hair while the other slides beneath the split in the silk at her thigh, needing to touch skin.
I haven’t been able to think properly since the second she walked into that ballroom tonight.
She’s utterly stunning, and for now she’s mine.
She kisses me back just as hard, fingers dragging roughly at my tie before giving up entirely and pushing the suit jacket from my shoulders instead.
The sound of her breathing alone is enough to destroy what little composure I have left.
“Adriano,” she gasps against my mouth when my teeth scrape lightly along her lower lip.
Fuck.
My hand closes around the front of her throat instinctively, not enough pressure to hurt, just enough to hold her still while I kiss her deeper, slower for one devastating second before losing patience again.
“Do you have any idea,” I say roughly against her mouth, “how long I’ve been trying not to do this?”
Her fingers tighten against my shirt. “Yes, because I’ve been feeling the same way.”
I laugh once against her lips, low enough that her entire body shivers beneath my hands. That nearly finishes me completely. “You’re a vixen, Tesoro.”
My hand pushes the silk of her dress up and over her hips, needing more of her skin. My fingers still when I find her pussy bare and dripping. My gaze falls to her perfect pink pussy, and I can’t stifle the moan.
“You don’t have panties on?”
“The dress was too fitted. It would have ruined the line.”
I wet my lips and try to control the possessive feeling running through me. “Are you telling me that this sweet pussy has been bare all night around all those other men, Tesoro?”
Her nod is pure sin as she looks at me from under hooded eyes. “Yes.”
“Hmm. It looks like the next time we go out, I’m going to have to inspect your outfit before we leave the house to make sure it’s respectable.”
Casey lets out a throaty laugh that goes straight to my dick. “Good luck with that, Adi.”
Fuck, I love how she doesn’t let me get away with my shit. Instead of arguing with her, I stroke my fingers through her soaked core and watch as her head falls back with a light whimper.
“You like that, Tesoro?”
“Yes.”
Using the wetness of her pussy, I stroke up her slit and circle her tight bundle of nerves.
Her eyes are almost black they’re so dilated.
I bend and take her mouth, kissing her like it’s the air I need to breathe.
My cock is leaking pre-cum in my pants as her hands grip my ass and she rubs against me needing more.
I pull away and she moans as if she’s in pain. I love how responsive she is to me.
“Do you need to come, my bad girl?”
“Please.”
I don’t think I could deny her a single thing when she begs me like that.
I thrust a finger inside her tight cunt and groan at the hot, tight feel of her.
I continue to pump in and out of her slowly, adding a second finger, and wondering how I’ll last inside of her.
My thumb tortures her clit with slow, firm circles as she writhes her hips, chasing her climax.
I could deny her, but I’m addicted to the look of pleasure on her face and desperate to watch her fall apart.
Cupping her throat, I run my palm down her chest, my thumb toying with her nipples, which are hard and peaked as I watch her climb higher and higher. Her pussy ripples around my fingers and her breathing becomes fast as she reaches her peak and crashes over.
I capture her moans with my kiss, swallowing down her cries as my dick pulses against my zipper.
By the time I manage to pull back enough to think coherently again, Casey is breathing hard against my mouth, her fingers still twisted in the front of my shirt while I try unsuccessfully to remember how the fuck restraint is supposed to work.
Her lipstick is ruined.
My tie is hanging somewhere around my neck, half undone.
And the sight of her flushed and trembling beneath my hands after coming apart for me against the wall nearly drives me to my knees.
Christ.
I drag my mouth along her jaw roughly enough to pull another shaky breath from her, my hand tightening instinctively at her waist when she arches against me again like she’s still chasing the feeling.
“Adriano,” she whispers, sounding wrecked enough to strip whatever control I had left clean out of me.
I lift my head just enough to look at her properly.
Big mistake.
Her hair is a mess from my hands and her mouth is swollen from kissing, eyes still heavy and dazed as she looks up at me like she hasn’t decided whether she wants to kiss me again or climb inside my skin.
I’m finished.
Completely.
“Upstairs,” I say roughly.
She lets out the faintest breath of a laugh. “That sounded very mob boss of you.”
“I’m trying very hard not to throw you over my shoulder right now.”
“Trying?”
The challenge in her voice seals her fate instantly.
Before she can say another word, I slide one arm beneath her legs and lift her clean off the floor, bridal style.
She gasps softly, hands flying to my shoulders as I start toward the staircase.
“Oh, my God.”
“You should stop sounding surprised,” I mutter against her mouth, kissing her again halfway up the stairs because apparently, I’ve lost all remaining self-control tonight.
Her laugh breaks softly against my lips before turning into another breathless sound entirely when my hand slides higher against her thigh beneath the silk.
Fuck.
I need her in my bed.
Naked.
Now.
I kick my bedroom door open and stride to the bed, dropping her down on the dark blue comforter. She bounces slightly, the laughter leaving her mouth, making me want to own every gorgeous sound out of her mouth from here to eternity. The thought should terrify me, but it doesn’t.
I step between her thighs as my hand closes gently around the front of her throat, and I run my palm down her neck, over her chest and down her belly, my hand resting against the slight curve.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” The thought of causing her pain is abhorrent to me. I need to know that whatever I do tonight won’t hurt her in any way.
Her gaze softens as her hand covers mine. “You won’t.”
Part of me wants to interrogate her to make sure, but I know I have to trust that she knows her body better than I do. She knows her limits.
“If I hurt you, it will kill me.”
Her pupils dilate instantly. “Adriano—”
The way she says my name almost destroys me. “Promise me you’ll tell me if I’m too much,” I say quietly.
I know I can be a lot. I can be dominating, demanding, controlling, but I never want to hurt or frighten her.
Casey sits up slightly and her hands slide slowly up my chest until they settle at the back of my neck. “You’re not,” she whispers. Then she kisses me again.
Any remaining control I had dies immediately.
I push her gently back against the mattress, my hands braced on either side of her as I kiss her harder, deeper, unable to get enough of her now that I finally have permission to stop holding myself back.
The feel of her beneath me is overwhelming.
Soft silk and warm skin against the hard roughness of my body is sexy as fuck. But it’s the quiet sounds she makes every time my mouth moves against hers that drive me completely out of my mind.
My hands slide to the zipper at the back of her dress, fingers pausing briefly against the warm skin exposed there before I drag it down slowly.
Casey’s breath catches the second the tension in the silk loosens.
I kiss her again while I push the fabric from her shoulders inch by inch, taking my time now despite the hunger tearing through me because I need to see her properly. Need to feel every little reaction beneath my hands.
The dark green silk slips lower with every touch, pooling gradually around her waist while my mouth traces along newly bared skin, her collarbone, the curve where her shoulder meets her neck, the soft rise and fall of her breathing turning uneven beneath my hands.
“Beautiful,” I murmur against her skin, the word escaping rougher than intended.
Her fingers tighten slightly in my hair at the sound of it.
I guide the dress the rest of the way down slowly, watching her shiver as the silk finally slides from her body and falls soundlessly to the floor beside the bed.
And for a second, I just look at her.
Like I’m trying to commit every inch of her to memory before I completely lose my mind.
Her breasts are full, her nipples beaded as I dip my head and pull one of the tight buds into my mouth.
Her back arches, pushing herself against my mouth and I groan.
Fuck, I could spend hours worshiping her tits alone.
“You’re a fucking goddess. These tits are perfection. You are perfection.”
My hand slides beneath her thigh instinctively, pulling her leg over my hip.
My cock grazes against her pussy through my pants, while her hands move impatiently over my shoulders, my chest, fingers fumbling with the buttons of my shirt like she can’t stand the barrier of clothing between us anymore either.
Watching her unravel ignites something dangerously possessive in me.
Knowing she wants this as badly as I do is such a fucking turn-on.
“Easy,” I murmur roughly against her mouth, catching her wrists and pinning them above her head so I can finish opening my shirt properly before she tears it clean off me.