Page 20 of Spring Break with a Mafia Prince
The corner of his quirked. He kissed me gently. “It’s okay, beautiful. Am I scaring you yet?”
“It gets worse?”
I sighed when he didn’t answer, kissing me deeply until all of my panicked thoughts filtered away. He pulled back to braceone arm above me and flicked the top button undone on his shirt then pulled it over his head.
He was covered in ink, muscle, and completely waxed.
And the ink covered a smattering of scars that were scarier than anything we would do tonight.
“Touch me, Bella.” His voice tautened as he toyed with the strap of my dress. “I want this off you.”
Holding my breath because breathing no longer seemed logical, I stroked my hands along his chest, over defined pecs and planes of muscle that flexed beneath my fingers. Apparently I wasn’t the only one holding my breath. I found the long, pale slice that wound its way across his shoulder, traced that to a group of three tiny dots situated much lower that the ink I thought was a raven in flight didn’t quite cover.
“Are these…?”
“One of my father’s not-friends decided to take a few shots at him. I was in the road.” He shrugged like taking three bullets to his side was nothing.
“You werein the road?” My voice rose a little on that last. “What, by design? By accident? How?—”
He caught my hand, kissing my fingers and tucked it into his over my head. “I stepped in, Bella. I didn’t want to lose another parent.”
I stared. “How old were you?” I whispered, my heart pounding.
“Eighteen.”
Three years ago. The year his mother died, from what he’d told me earlier. When I’d lost mine. I closed my eyes, my heart rate accelerating. “Falcon, I can’t?—”
He covered his mouth with mine, breathing into me. I sucked in his breath by reflex, my eyes flaring wide as he drew back.
“Breathe, Bella,” he whispered. “I’m alright. We’re here. Just here. Now. It’s just us.”
His hand fisted my dress and pulled it up at one side, flicking his thumb under my panties beneath.
“Tell me to stop, Bella,” he murmured. “Tell me no.”
I met his eyes that searched my face as he pressed his erection into me. His heart pounded so fast and hard I could hear it. This wasn’t his first time by far. Without asking, I knew that much about him. But this moment seemed to matter as much to him as it did to me.
I could have stammered and stuttered through some explanation to him, but instead I lifted my head and pressed my mouth to his, parting my lips and slid my tongue into his mouth.
His groan set every nerve ending in me on fire as he squeezed my hand tight in his and ground into me. The hand hooked into my panties tugged downward as he lifted his weight off me for a moment. I helped him pull them free of my body.
“I want to see all of you.” He swallowed hard. “But I understand if you aren’t okay with that.” The admission looked like it hurt him to say.
“I want to see you too,” I blurted.
His smile eased the pressure building inside me. “Anything, for you.” He kissed me as he flicked the straps on my shoulders, baring the tops of my breasts.
His lips touched every exposed inch as he worked on his belt and pushed his pants down. Somewhere along the line he kicked his shoes off. Mine came off too as he peppered kisses over my skin, peeling the dress from my body, licking and sucking as he traveled his way lower. Falcon nipped the soft skin at my belly lightly, and froze with his hand on my hip.
“What happened here?” His voice turned all rough and growly as he pressed his thumb down on tender flesh.
“Huh? Oh, I ran into the kitchen bench. I bruise up pretty fast.” I laughed, shrugging it off.
“No one hurt you?” He looked up my body at me.
“Just me.” I snorted. “Because I’m so graceful.”
“You are,” —he kissed my hip, then my stomach— “so beautiful. Nothing and no one,” —he licked my inner thigh, spreading my legs apart with the heels of his hands— “will ever compare to you.”
