Page 68 of His Fantasy Bride (Things To Do Before You Die)

All mine.

And soon he’d be buried deep inside. First, the dress had to go. He slipped the thin straps off her shoulders, gave a tug, and the material pooled at her feet.

She stepped daintily out of it and turned to face him. His breath caught in his throat: she was all but naked, wearing nothing but a black thong and her pink high heels. One hip thrust forward in a model’s pose and he drank his fill, growing even harder, almost painful now. He cupped her face and stared down into her blue eyes. “I need you.”

“I can tell.” Her fingers grazed over his hard cock so he groaned low in his throat.

Tease.

“I know we have a lifetime together, but,cara mia, if I don’t get inside you within the next few seconds, I might explode.”

Her lips twitched. “We definitely wouldn’t want that—very messy.” She raised her face to his, and he took her offered lips in a deep, hot, wet kiss. He thrust his tongue inside, dancing with hers, until his senses were filled with the sweetness of her. He broke the kiss only to lower his head and suck one pink nipple into his mouth, flicking her with his tongue.

The last time they had made love, she’d been saying good-bye. Now, he was overwhelmed with the need to wipe that from both their memories.

He went down on his knees, kissed the ruby at her navel. “I like this.” His teeth tugged at the little ring, then he moved to her hip, his tongue stroking over the flower tattoo. “And this,” he said. Finally, he hooked his fingers in the lacy edges of the thong, dragging it down over her legs. She lifted each foot in turn, and he tossed the scrap of lace aside, leaning in to blow gently on the curls that guarded her sex. “And Ilovethis.”

“Oh God, Vito.” Her hips leaned in toward him, her hand curling around the back of his neck to hold him close, and he kissed her. Hands gripping her hips, his tongue snaked between her open thighs, pushing through the folds of her sex, finding the honeyed sweetness. She wanted him. That, combined with the taste of her, nearly drove him wild.

No more waiting.

He pushed to his feet, hands still on her hips, then picked her up. Her fingers dug into her shoulders as she wrapped her legs around his waist, and he backed her up toward the table.

Perching her on the edge, he kissed her mouth—hot, wild, needy kisses. “Tell me you want me. Tell me you need me…that you’ll never get enough of me.”

“Never.” Her hands clutched in his hair, and her legs tightened around him. “I’ll never get enough.”

Her fingers left his hair, and she reached behind him, pulled the condom from his back pocket, placed it between her teeth while she pushed a hand down between them, tugging the shirt out of his pants, sliding her palm over his belly. She groaned in frustration then found the button on his pants, flicking it open and lowering the zipper. With her other hand, she pushed his pants and boxers down over his hips.

The relief was huge, and then her hand wrapped around him and he was lost.

“Mine.” She echoed his earlier thought. “Allmine.”

“Forever.”

Need and want all coiled up inside him as she tore the foil open, tossed the packet to the floor, and then raised a brow as if she didn’t know what to do next.

“Faster,” he muttered. “You need to move faster.”

She gripped him in one hand while she rolled the condom down over his length. And finally he was ready. No more waiting.

“Tell me what you want,” she whispered.

“I want you. I love you, Gabby, Gabrielle…all of you.” Then he flexed his hips and was deep inside, where he belonged.

Heaven.

He just needed one more thing to make his fantasies come true. She still hadn’t said the words.

…

Vito loved her.

All of her. The good and the bad.

His eyes were closed, his face filled with a savage need that was almost enough to make her come. Reaching out a hand, she touched her fingertips to his lips, and his dark lashes fluttered open, his eyes filled with desire.

Then he moved slowly, withdrawing from her, the movement an exquisite drag of skin against skin. He pushed back in until his body met hers, he was so close. His hands moved, sliding under her ass to bring her even closer and she felt the roll of his hips grinding against the sensitive point between her thighs.

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