Page 19 of Spring Break with a Mafia Prince
Falcon stiffened. “What was going to be scary?” He kept his tone light as he traced patterns on my collarbone, sliding his hands inside the jacket he leant me.
I have to give this one back. I cannot keep it.
I swallowed at the thought of parting ways with him when he left. I knew this couldn't be forever. A silly notion; we were a spring break fling at best, something fun to be enjoyed in the moment and here I was, adding drama to it.
“Nothing.” I brushed the thought away. “Tell me how everything went with your Dad?”
He laughed in my ear. “Tell me what was going to be so scary about being alone with me,” he murmured, brushing his lips across my temple, then my cheek.
I swallowed, knowing he would feel my nerves, read them as I did his. “I shouldn’t have said anything—” I started.
“Be honest with me. Remember, Bella? Have you forgotten already?” he murmured. He tugged me back into him when I pulled away, and I let him, closing my eyes to shut out the world, noise from the day intruding on the peace of the night with him.
I knew what he expected me to say but…that wasn’t what terrified me. Well, not entirely.
“I’m scared of the night passing so fast that when I open my eyes, you’re gone again,” I whispered my confession in a rushed breath.
The wind caught it, whisking my words away so fast I wondered that I’d said anything at all. Falcon stilled at my back for a breath. His hands flexed on my skin before he cupped my chin and tilted my head back, though he didn’t kiss me, not entirely. Not yet.
“Christ, I thought you were worried about me hurting you. That I wouldn't stop if you told me that’s not what you wanted—” His breath hitched and I tipped my head upward, pressing up to find my mouth with his.
“That’s not it. Well, a tiny bit, but what girl isn’t scared of that with someone new? That’s…it’s a thing. But what I’m scared of is it disappearing. This. Us. All of what I feel going by too fast that I miss it even when I’m here, with you.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
BELLA
“Christ.” His mouth crashed down over mine in a hard kiss that he softened almost immediately. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to be rough with you.” He drew back, his eyes begging an apology.
“Stop,” I murmured, and he reared back, though he still held me, his hands tangled in my hair. “Not like that. Stop worrying, Falcon. I’m not going anywhere unless you push me away.”
“Not happening.” He lowered his mouth to mine again, slower this time, and kissed me gently.
I wasn’t sure who moaned first. Our sounds mingled in the night air as he traced the shape of my lips with his tongue. The same as on the boat, Falcon never rushed me, or us. Everything movement was slow and sweet as he slipped his tongue onto my mouth. One hand closed delicately around my throat, tilting my head back to him. The other skated along my front, gathering the material of my dress in his fist.
Minutes into our broken kisses his breath came in hard pants. “This is more difficult than I expected,” he muttered.
“Then stop trying to control everything.” I rolled my shoulders back, arching into his touch when he brushed his thumb beneath my breast. I let out a gasp. “I like that.”
“Yeah?” His breath came heavy against my lips and then he was kissing me again, a little faster, but not rough. Whatever he’d decided, he kept a tight rein on his control, only letting out as much as he wanted to give in this moment.
“Mmm.” I made a non-committal noise until he used all his fingertips to stroke my breast. Sensation tingled over me, and I writhed in my place between his legs. “Falcon–”
“Fuck,” he growled, hauling me against him.
Our limbs tangled, as he shoved the jacket off me, tossing it aside and shifted, scooping me tight against his body. My back pressed against the mat, and suddenly I was looking up at him where he lay between my legs, every inch of him arched over. And every inch was suddenly very apparent.
“You know how I said I wasn’t afraid of that, much?” I bit my lip.
He leaned down and tugged my lip free with his teeth, licking and sucking on the tingling flesh until I whimpered and twisted beneath him.
“Keep moving like that and you’ll have nothing at all to be afraid of,” he promised me in a low voice.
“Oh,” was the only sound that came out of my mouth as I stared into unforgiving eyes that bore into me.
“But you tell me to stop and I’ll do it,” he promised, stroking his knuckles along my ribs, and over my hip. The material of my dress drew tight across my belly as he flexed his hand. “Be very damn clear about what you want or don’t want tonight, Bella. Because I know exactly who I want, and it’s you.”
“I—” My brain stalled. My mouth too.
