Page 88 of Let It Be Me

“Yes,” I say breathlessly. Clutching the hair at the nape of his neck, I let my head tip back and take in a long breath. My chest fills with relief. I’ve wanted to give him that answer for so long. “We don’t have condoms out here. It’s okay, right?”

“It’s okay.”

My pulse quickens. I’ve never had sex without a condom. But Lorenzo knows I’m militant about taking my pill, and we’ve both been tested since our last hookups. He’d tell me if he had any doubts. For the hundredth time, I’m reminded of how beautifulit is to be with someone I trust completely. Why did I ever do anything else?

His lips are on my throat. “Are you scared?”

“No,” I say immediately, then find myself smiling. “Yes.”

He answers by taking my skin between his teeth.

“Are you?” I manage to ask once a shiver finishes rolling through me.

“No. I’m not anything except in love with you.” He holds the back of my neck, kisses my throat again, and finds my lips. “And fucking dying to be inside you.”

If Lorenzo isn’t scared, then neither am I. I trust him with all of myself. Together, we fumble with his pants and gracelessly get them down his legs, along with his boxers. With his erection filling the space between my thighs and his, I stop to stare. I’ve seen his cock before, but not like this, not thick and straining an inch outside my entrance, not wet with a drop of precum. A hiss slips past his lips as I circle my thumb over the head, then slide myself against him so when I lean back, his shaft is slick with my wetness. I look up to find him watching my face. Lust and wonder swirling in his eyes, his mouth agape. God, I want to give him everything.

I open my mouth against his lips and kiss him. My fist closes around his cock, and immediately he thrusts into my fingers, moving slowly, like he’s trying not to but can’t resist. He feels so good in my hand.

“If you make me come before I get inside you, I’ll never forgive you,” he mutters between kisses.

“Then fuck me already.”

I expect him to go slow and careful, be the man I know so well. But I see the way his lips are parted and his eyes are at half-mast, how he’s so turned on there’s nothing slow and careful left in him. So I shouldn’t be surprised when he puts his hands undermy ass and opens my body and drives his waiting cock inside my pussy.

I shouldn’t be surprised that he drives himself so deep it pushes a broken cry from my throat.

I shouldn’t be surprised that, with Lorenzo, slow and careful doesn’t hold a candle to hard and fast and desperate.

But I am. Andincrediblyturned on.

Sitting back, I watch as he thrusts into me, his fingers pressing so hard into my thighs they’re white. This is the Lorenzo I fell for, chasing pleasure with single-minded purpose and holding on to me as tight as I’ll let him.

I push his unbuttoned shirt open so I can run my fingers over his beautiful tattoos. His abs strain with effort as he thrusts. When his fingers move for my clit, I close his hand into a fist so I can grind myself against the knuckle of his thumb. His other hand cradles my breast, letting it slap against his open palm in time with our movement.

“I knew it would be like this with you and me.” His hand moves to my neck, urging me to meet his white-hot gaze.

“Like what?” I smile because I know the answer.

“Fucking perfect,” he says, his voice so raw and throaty I want to taste it. “I knew you would ruin me for every other woman.”

I drink him in, wet lips and sweat-dampened tattoos and veins pulsing with effort all along his arms. The scar slashing his eyebrow in half that will always remind me he’s mine. “You didn’t have to fuck me to ruin me, Lorenzo. You ruined me a long time ago.”

He groans and spreads his knees so mine have to open wider. “I want to be deeper inside you. Spread your legs so you can take me deep.” His arm circles my waist, locking me into place so he can drive deeper. Words become unintelligible sounds falling from Lorenzo’s mouth—sounds that fill my head, ramping upmy desire until it threatens to spill. This version of him is so irresistibly fucking sexy, watching him do the one thing he never allows himself—lose control. And he’s doing it for me. My heart aches like it’s ready to burst free from my chest.

“I want you to come first, Ruby,” he says hoarsely. He drags his tongue across my collarbone, my body now pressed so tight to him his sweat-soaked hair sticks to my cheek. “Please. I need to feel your pussy tighten around me when you fucking come.”

I’ve never wanted to give him what he asked for like I do right now. I cover his fist with my hand and press him harder against my clit, making the pressure unbearable. My body clenches tight, and when I feel his whisper against my neck—“I love you, Ruby”—I let go the way I’ve been waiting to for as long as I can remember.

“Yes,” I gasp as a dozen crushing waves tear through me. I see him watching me, his gaze filled with lust, before my eyes squeeze shut. “Yes, Lorenzo. I fucking love you.” The world is black and bright behind my closed eyelids, more perfect than I thought possible.

I’m still saying his name when his body jerks and stiffens beneath me. “Fuuuuck,” he groans, the single word sounding like ten. He finishes inside me with a raw moan and a few desperate thrusts that draw aftershocks of pleasure from me. Then I collapse against his chest.

When he stirs to life a minute later, his hand closes into a fist around my tangled hair and he makes me look at him. His eyes are barely open, but he’s smiling like he owns the whole world. With his hand still in my hair, he brings my lips to his and kisses me with everything that’s left in him.

“Unreal.” His voice is hoarse like he’s been screaming. “Why the fuck did we wait so long?”

My breaths are quick and shallow. “Because you wanted to. And Lorenzo always gets what he wants.”

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