Page 10 of Spring Break with a Mafia Prince
His gaze searched my face, and softened a little. “Tell me to stop if you don’t like something. I’ll go slow. Can you do that part?” He frowned a little.
I nodded. “I can do that.”
“Good girl.” He tucked his hands around me, winding his fingers in my hair, and settled his mouth over mine again. The gentlest pressure in a sweet kiss.
But this time, he didn’t pull away.
CHAPTER FOUR
FALCON
Bella made the sweetest sound when I covered her mouth with mine and ran my tongue across her bottom lip. The urge to force my way inside her wet heat, push her back and make her moan beneath me prickled at my skin in an overwhelming wave of arousal.
I shoved that selfish need back, and did what I promised her, taking it slow.
Even if it fucking killed me.
Hell, she’d made me laugh, more than once. She deserved the reward she’d earned.
When Bella’s soft lips parted I groaned into her mouth, pulling her closer as I tangled my fingers into her hair, massaging her scalp and struggled to hold to my own promise.
“Falcon,” she murmured, breaking the kiss briefly to push her body against me in a need to be closer.
I swallowed hard, needing the same thing, just without all the damn denim and cotton in the way. When she went for my jacket earlier, I couldn't stand the thought of one more damn layer of clothing between me and her.
I held to my resolve—motherfucking just—and slid my tongue alongside hers gently enough to draw a mewl from her. My heart slammed into my ribs but I kept her close, kissing her slow like I promised. Her tongue flicked against mine, the lightest touch and I swore I'd explode in my pants if she did it more than once.
Which proved to not be true at all, just a test of my resolve and utter luck as she tormented me with those tiny flicks, her nails scratching lightly at my chest as her fingers curled like a kitten’s on my shirt. Her breath came in short pants at first, but she settled into a rhythm, her body softening into my embrace as my suspicions grew.
When I eased her back onto the leather bench seat, tucking my jacket beneath her head like a pillow—knew that would come in handy—I skated one hand down to her hip and squeezed. Just gently, but the way she bucked into me before I settled my weight over her, and how her eyes flew open, widening in stunned, fresh arousal, told me everything.
“Too much?” I asked softly, watching her face.
“Ah, a little–” she stuttered, her words breaking off
I swore that on anyone else her stammer wouldn’t be so freaking cute. On her…I leaned down and kissed her deeply until all the tension I’d intentionally put back into her melted away. Her sigh when I settled my weight over her hit me somewhere deep around chest height. I slid a hand along her body, curved my fingers over her thigh and pulled her leg out a little.
Enough that I could sink into the spot between. The heat of her emanated through her white denim pants. I released a shuddering breath and tried not to grind into her, but there’d be no hiding how aroused I was at this proximity. Which was the point.
I expected her to stiffen and push me away. Hell, I expected a slap for pushing her, after she’d barely been able to speak to mebefore. For a girl who could sass me out and tease me like she did, when it came to intimacy, she was painfully shy and beyond inexperienced.
My kisses grew rougher and I drew back, needing to keep everything light and easy for her. Fuck, I didn’t want to break this sweet girl I’d just found who had come to represent everything that I didn’t have in my world that I wanted so badly it hurt.
Just one day. That’s all I want.
Sucking in a deep breath through her nose, she kissed me back and hooked her leg around the back of my knee. The move was awkward, but she raised her hips and pressed back into me, stealing my sanity at the implied contact. I grazed my hand along her ribs, holding her in place.
Breaking the kiss, I didn't speak at first, my mind whirling. She watched me, her breaths slow and easy, eyes dozy as all fuck with arousal. I stroked my thumb across her bottom lip, loving how plump and red stained they'd become with our kisses.
She wiggled a little, testing me further, though I doubted she had any idea what she was doing.
Deciding to push the boundaries a little myself I feathered kisses along her jaw and across her throat, licking and sucking on all the spots where I thought she might be the most sensitive. My hands went on a tour of their own, grazing the pads of my fingers around the swell of her breasts, the undersides where I thought she might ache the most without touching the sensitive peaks.
No way was I giving her pleasure that easy. I’d teach her, if that’s what she wanted, but she’d also learn to ask, with me.
And I’d enjoy that part the most.
“Ohh,” she whispered, eyes lust drunk, flaring wide before her heavy lids dropped back again, almost shuttering on me.
