Page 40 of All Your Firsts

While he’s engrossed in his task, I seize the opportunity and glance at him. His tongue runs along his bottom lip, just like it does while tattooing. His dark brows, which are the same color as his raven hair and lashes, push into a line as he works. I watch the veins on the top of his hands move as he applies the ointment and bandages.What is it about men and their veins?

After finishing, he raises his gaze toward me, his deep caramel eyes resembling the hue of the whiskey I had savored earlier at the bar. They, too, are smooth and give me a warm feeling in my stomach, and I can’t look away.

I’m a mess of energy—sexual energy, to be exact. Between the alcohol earlier, the spanking he gave me, his caretaking, and now the dark look in his eyes and his proximity to me, my entire body tingles with awareness and longing. I’m stuck in a daze, watching and waiting for his next move.

Only, I’m the one who makes the move as I reach my hand up and touch the hair that’s fallen into his eye. His eyes close for a fraction of a second, as if he’s enjoying my hand touching him before they open back up and blaze like an inferno.

As he leans forward, I can feel the heat of his breath against my lips, and I mirror his movement, closing the distance between us.

Our kiss is unhurried and gentle, allowing me to savor his soft lips as they move against mine. Vic pulls back after mere seconds, which prompts me to open my eyes in confusion. His thumb softly grazes my cheek, and I find myself lost in the depths of his gaze, mesmerized by the overwhelming tenderness I see and feel. With a small smile playing on his lips, he leans in and captures my lips once more in a searing kiss.

The bathroom echoes with the symphony of our moans, blending as our hands eagerly explore each other’s bodies. I run my hands along his wide back, tracing the sinewy lines of his muscles and experiencing his undeniable strength as his hands glide down my back before grabbing my ass and pulling me closer to him.

Out of nowhere, a loud crack echoes through the bathroom, causing us to freeze in our tracks. The helmet lies on the floor and brings me back to the present.

“Shit,” I say as I meet his intense dark eyes. I push him back and hop off the counter.

“Wait,” Vic says as I hurry out of his room.

“I can’t talk to you right now.”

What the hell was that?

It was he who leaned in, but it was my lips that met his. Twice!

That kiss should have felt wrong, but it felt so damn right. I felt flutters of butterflies in my stomach.Flutters.

Is this what Stockholm syndrome is? I really hope not. In Baltimore, the underboss’s daughter was kidnapped and ended up falling in love with her abductor. She changed after that and even fled to be with her abductor after she was saved. I hope that’s not what this is. Although, how could it be? It’s not like he kidnapped me, but still. Vic and me? No. We can’t.

With the knowledge that Vic is likely to trail me, I forcefully shut my bedroom door and hastily lock it, praying that he interprets this as a clear indication to stay away. I strip off my shirt and skirt quickly.

The door slams against the wall, causing me to jump in surprise.

“Get out!” I say as I try to cover myself.

“No.”

“I’m naked.”

“You didn’t seem to mind at the bar.”

“Fuck you.”

“Okay,” he says as he steps forward with a twinkle in his eye that only promises trouble.

I take a step back and hold my hand up. “Don’t you dare.”

He searches my eyes, then takes another step forward, bringing his hard chest against my palm. “We can’t. We don’t even like each other,” I say, in a weak excuse to deter him. It sounds silly even to my ears.

“I don’t give a fuck.” Vic’s hands wind into my hair, pulling me to him until his lips are on mine in a crushing kiss.

Vic takes hold of my bottom lip and bites down, requesting entrance into my mouth. I open it slowly with a moan. His tongue is warm, wet, and intoxicating. I hesitantly move mine against his. A moan leaves his mouth and vibrates against my tongue.

I’m floating on a cloud as the kiss turns more urgent. It’s dizzying and blissful, stealing my breath. This isn’t like our first kiss. This kiss isn’t gentle like before; it’s consuming and claiming.

Vic picks me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He seamlessly continues to devour my mouth with no hesitation and complete expertise. His hand leaves a scorching trail as he rubs up my spine before wrapping his hand tightly around the back of my neck. Pinning me to him, he slowly grinds his hips against my center. My thin thong is no barrier against his hard length bulging through the rough denim of his jeans.

I’m on fire. Burning from the inside out.

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