Page 81 of Savage Proposal

My fingers were wet when I brought my hand back out of my pants. Shaking slightly, I reached out and pressed those same fingers to Lorenzo’s bottom lip. His breath caught in his throat, and his eyes never left mine as he opened his mouth for me. Lorenzo flicked his tongue out, groaning slightly.

I moaned right alongside him, fully aware what he was capable of with his tongue…and from the smirk that stretched across his face, he knewexactlywhat I was thinking. Before he could say something that would, invariably, have me on my back, I moved away so that I could shuck the rest of my clothes. “Do you—?” I couldn’t figure out a good way to ask for what I wanted. “Can I?—?”

“Whatever you want,” Lorenzo assured me. I could feel his eyes tracking me up and down. “You can do whatever you want.”

“You may regret that.”

His smile was absolutely devious. “I seriously doubt that.” Climbing back onto the bed, I moved so that I was nearer to his shoulders. Lorenzo looked confused for a moment, and then I saw recognition spark in his expression. He licked his lips. “Do it,” he said. It came out like a plea.

With a breath, I slung my leg across his chest. I grabbed the headboard and used it to balance so that I could move up to hover over his face. For a split-second, I felt horrendously awkward, but then Lorenzo wrapped his hands around mythighs and brought me down so that I was actually sitting on his face.

The moment his tongue touched me, I knew that I was in trouble. I tightened my grip and, with an encouraging squeeze from Lorenzo, grinded against his face. He moaned against me, lapping at my clit, and I tipped my head back with a soft cry.

I rode his tongue, his lips, until my thighs felt wobbly, and I was absolutely aching to have him inside me. Tension built and built, and finally, I wrenched myself to the side. “Inside,” I demanded, grabbing at him. “I need you inside.”

Lorenzo was up and over me in an instant. His face was wet from me; his eyes were wild. Unzipping the fly of his jeans, he pushed inside me. A deep, guttural sound escaped his throat, and I answered it with a whimper.

My fingers dug into his shoulders as he clung to me just as tightly. His lips brushed across my cheek, and drank deeply from my mouth. We were on the precipice together, and all I wanted was to fall over that edge. “Come with me,” I begged, tucking my face against his shoulder. “Please, Lorenzo.”

It was as if my desperation drove him on, and his hips fucked into me faster, chasing his pleasure. The tension in my belly let go, and I came with a whine that seemed to drag Lorenzo over the edge as well.

CHAPTER 50

Lorenzo

Isabella was still panting when she put her head on my chest. We would need to get cleaned up soon, but for now, I was content to hold her. I tipped her chin up so that she was looking at me. “Don’t get used to taking control like that,dolcezza.”

She giggled and shook her head. “I didn’t think you would let me do that much, to be honest. You’re so…” She shrugged.

“I’m so what?”

Her nose scrunched. “Dominant,” she decided. “You like things a particular way, you know?”

I dipped my head down and kissed her. “You like it too.”

“I do,” she agreed. Isabella was leaning up to me when she jerked to a stop. Her eyes went wide.

“What’s wrong?” Isabella looked down at herself and pressed a hand against her torso. After a moment, the most beautiful smile that I had ever seen broke across her face. “Dolcezza?”

She looked at me. “I can feel it.”

“Feel what?”

She took my hand and pressed it against the side of her belly button and watched me expectantly. “You don’t feel that littlebump bump?”

She’s talking about the baby moving.I closed my eyes, trying to focus on anything that might happen beneath my palm, but I couldn’t feel anything. Opening my eyes, I met her expectant gaze and shook my head. Her expression fell for a moment.

“I guess it’s too early.”

Until this moment, I hadn’t thought about her pregnancy at all. We had achieved our goal in her getting pregnant. After that, it was a waiting game until there was an actual baby, right? But seeing her cradling the small swell in her belly made something deep and primal within me sit up and take notice.

Tipping her head back, I pressed my mouth to hers, drinking deeply from her lips. Isabella made a soft, contented sound in her throat, and I considered getting her beneath me and taking her again.

But then I felt her shoulders shaking slightly and pulled back. Her eyes were wet, and it looked like she was trying desperately not to cry. “Isabella?”

She gave me a wobbly smile, but it didn’t match the hitch in her breathing. “I’m not panicking,” she insisted. “I’m fine.”

I touched her cheek, and she leaned into it with a nearly inaudible whine. “You’re not fine. What’s going on?”

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