Chapter 20
I See Red – Everybody Loves an Outlaw
Elena
ICAN FEEL THE UNCERTAINTY AND SELF-LOATHING ROLLING OFF OF HIM. “It makes you human.”
“What?”
“It makes you human. You are not a man who is cheating on his wife, she’s gone Lorenzo.
She’s not here, but you are and so am I.
You are a strong man, an honourable man, a good father and husband.
But you’re alone and you have needs. Whatever you’re feeling towards me, has everything to do with sating those needs and desires.
It doesn’t make you a bad man. I’m guessing that our close proximity, living under the same roof is what started all this.
It’s natural to crave the warmth of a human body at night, to feel the comfort of an embrace. I feel it too.”
“You do?”
“Yes. I’m not sure if you know this but I was engaged.
I left my fiancé at home to attend the book signing here, however due to the bad weather my flight was postponed.
Evie and I decided to go to a pub and grab something to eat, and instead, I found my fiancé with his tongue down another woman’s throat.
I didn’t want to confront him so I stayed at Evie’s that night and the next day she and I flew here, and then we met you and Tony.
When Tony approached me with the contract I saw a means to an end, start a new life and get away from Matt. ”
“Your fiancé?”
“Yes. Anyway, when I went back home to pack my stuff and prepare for the move, I had to break it off with Matt. Let’s just say he didn’t take it well and it got messy.
Long story short, I left a fiancé and cancelled a wedding and Evie has the joy of keeping my wedding dress in her family’s storage locker while I’m here building a new life. ”
“I had no idea, I’m sorry Elena. For what it’s worth, Matt sounds like a real piece of shit and he never deserved you in the first place.”
“Maybe we can help each other out.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you obviously have been tying yourself up in knots about the situation between us and I have been on the rebound for months now. It’s a win-win really.”
“What are you suggesting?”
“You have needs Lorenzo and so do I. We both have been hurt, albeit in different ways. You need release and I need a rebound. Call it a collision of circumstance if you will. The sexual tension between us has been driving me insane. We could let it happen, just this once. Get it out of our systems… no strings attached.”
I can’t believe that I am being this bold but I meant it when I said that the sexual tension is killing me. I’m hot for the man and I’m not ashamed to admit it. Although it’s going to sting like a bitch if he turns me down.
“Just this once?”
“Yes. Just this once.”
“No strings attached?”
“None.”
“You would do that for me?”
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I’ve been hurt, I would probably never trust a man with my heart again, I’m not looking for love here.
As for you, I don’t think you could ever get over your wife so you’re obviously not looking for love either.
So no, I’m not doing anything for you. I’m just giving us the opportunity to let go and release all the pent-up feelings. ”
I don’t even have the chance to gauge a reaction when I’m pushed back against the wall and Lorenzo’s mouth is on mine.
His lips are hot and demanding, the kiss is deep and rough as his tongue enters my willing mouth.
His hands are everywhere, in my hair, on my waist, on my throat, feeling my breasts.
He breaks our kiss and starts sucking, licking and biting along my jaw, down my neck, my shoulder then he licks his way up the same path he came down, to capture my lips again.
He spreads my legs apart with his own and presses his groin into my belly, grinding against me and I feel how hard he is through the fabric.
Lorenzo’s right hand comes up to cup the back of my head angling me to the position he wants as he deepens our kiss.
His other hand roams down the side of my breast, to my waist and lower to my thigh, lifting the light fabric to reveal the smooth skin beneath.
His big warm hand squeezes my thigh hard, his fingers digging in to the soft flesh.
I’m going to have bruises there for sure.
His right hand leaves my head and travels down to cup my breast, kneading and squeezing, eliciting a low moan from me.
This sound spurs him on as he hooks his hand behind my knee, hiking my leg up over his hip as his mouth continues its assault on mine.
Tongues entwined, probing sucking and tasting, hands fondling and tangled limbs, the man is insatiable.
He pulls away from our kiss, his green eyes lingering on mine, filled with a quiet, aching hunger.
“Are you sure?”
“For fuck sake shut up and kiss me Enzo.”
He doesn’t need more motivation than that as he lifts me up off the ground and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist. His mouth never leaving mine as he walks us over to my bed.
He crawls on the bed with me still wrapped around him like a koala and lays me flat on my back as he lifts himself and leans back on his heels to look down at me.
He runs his hands over my cheek and his thumb caresses my bottom lip before continuing its journey down my throat onto my chest, teasing the swell of my breasts that look even bigger now with me on my back.
The tips of his fingers trace the curve of my breasts.
He tugs on the string holding them in place.
With liquid ease the bow comes undone. Lorenzo pulls away the fabric causing my breasts to spring free.
“So, fucking beautiful.”
Without hesitation he bends down capturing one nipple in his hot wet mouth and sucks…
hard… causing the bud to sting and pebble under his siege.
He releases my nipple with a pop and moves to repeat the same assault on my other breast, all the while making sure that his free hand continues to squeeze and tease my other breast. I look down at him and hold either side of his gorgeous face, pulling him up to me.
Looking into his eyes, I close the gap between us and kiss him slow and deep. He returns my efforts with vigour and hoists me up to a sitting position, boobs hanging out of my dress as his hands go to my back to loosen the corset. After a few feeble attempts he groans in frustration.
“How the fuck do you even get this thing on?”
I can’t help the giggle that escapes me.
“Turn around!”
It’s not a request so I obediently turn around expecting him to untie the bow and the lace holding the corset in place. Instead, I hear a metallic snap as what I assume to be a blade clicks in place.
“Hold still.”
I try to turn around but his hand presses between my shoulders shoving me face down into the pillows.
“Don’t move Elena. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Hurt me? What the hell? Does he have a knife?
Before I can protest, I hear the sound of sharp metal on fabric and the confines of the corset falls free. Mother fucker. He cut the ties from my corset. Where on earth did, he even keep the knife?
“There, much better.”
He pulls me up so that I’m kneeling on the bed in front of him.
My back to his chest. His hands are around my waist and they start a slow ascent up my stomach, between my breasts, to my chest and then to the sleeves of my dress now draped loosely on my shoulders.
One hand angles my head so that I’m looking up at him and he bends down to capture my lips once more, this time his kiss is slow, sensual, erotic.
I raise my arms up and curl my fingers around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to me.
Grabbing the fabric at my shoulders, he slowly pulls it down to my waist. He finds the invisible zipper on the side at my waist and pulls it down allowing the rest of the dress to pool around my knees.
The action leaving me bare save for my white lace panties.
We remain in this position, my back against his still clothed chest, kissing and savouring each other while his hand finds the waistband of my underwear. Without so much as a warning, he dips his hand into my underwear and slips a finger inside me with embarrassing ease.
A loud animalistic growl leaves his mouth and it vibrates through me in the heat of our kiss.
He inserts another finger causing me to break the kiss and gasp.
My breathing is erratic and heavy and my body trembles as Lorenzo dips his head to the crook of my neck.
He bites and sucks the sensitive skin, then licks the spot to ease the sting.
He’s stroking circles around my swollen clit and the motion is making me lightheaded.
A third finger is inserted and drawn back out collecting the moisture within and bringing it up to my clit.
He presses the pad of his thumb on the bundle of nerves and starts a sweet assault just like he’s done in his office before.
The added pressure of his thumb coupled with the stroking of his fingers has my core tightening.
Pressure builds and I feel the familiar coil of energy low in my belly.
I’m almost there, and it’s so fucking hot in this position.
He thrusts two fingers inside me and curls his index finger upwards while adding pressure with his thumb, and I’m done for.
My muscles clench as I spiral and come apart in his arms.
“That was one.” He bites my neck again and I wince.
“You owe me two more baby.”
“I couldn’t possibly.” I whisper breathlessly.
“You can do it baby. I need you to give me three. One on my fingers, one on my face and one on my cock. That was one… two more to go.”
On his face? He couldn’t possibly be suggesting what I think he’s suggesting? Nobody has ever gone down on me before, not even Matt.
“You did so good, you’re so tight, even with three fingers inside, you’re so tight, I need to loosen you up.”
Heat rises from my chest to my cheeks at his filthy words.
He moves from behind me and gets off the bed.
“Lay down baby.”