Page 134 of Lourdes & the Mafia
I don’t want to think about that.
“My apologies, Amore. What would you prefer we discuss?”
“This dress.” I point at the white fabric behind the glass case.
“What about it?”
“Can I try it on? It is your favorite, after all. I want to look nice for you.”
He chuckles, the rumble in his chest vibrating across my back. “You always look nice, Amore. But of course you can try it on. I’d love nothing more than to see you in this mysterious dress.”
He moves around me and opens the case. He’s very careful about the way he handles the dress as he tugs it off the mannequin. He produces it with a flourish. His eyes heat as they take me in, daring me to make the next move.
I smirk.
He’s daring the wrong one.
Slowly, I strip out of my flimsy pajama clothes. I know I probably smell like Kane, but it’s not something I want to hide, and it’s not something Lorenzo asks about either. I’m glad about that, too. I don’t mind being with them all together, but some things are private. And I want to keep that to myself. Like something special between Kane and I.
When I’m standing naked in front of him, Lorenzo comes forward with the dress. He doesn’t try to seduce me, but his touch is seduction enough. He slips the dress over my shoulders. It settles over my body and my curves like it was meant exactly for me.
The straps glitter against my dark skin, the long material comfortable against my body. It flows down and over me. The dress trails down to my ankles, ending in a long train at the back. Like last time, Lorenzo leaves me to find a pair of strappy heels, which he bends in front of me to help me slip into.
His touch is reverent against my feet and ankles. As he bends to adjust the straps, his lips press against my ankles. The feeling is soft, sending shivers throughout my body.
He straps them on both my feet carefully, then his palms trail up the backs of my calves, making my whole body shudder.
I swore I wasn’t going to do this. I was just going to say goodbye and not get lost in their arms, because if I did, I’d stay there forever. But I’m helpless to resist the tender kisses he presses up my skin, trailing them up my inner thighs.
I brace myself on his shoulders. And like Lorenzo, he’s ever-giving. His tongue slides over me until he reaches the place between my thighs. He doesn’t waste any time before diving in, shoving his tongue between my folds to eat me out. He’s gentle and detailed, goes deep, is languid in every movement he does.
I groan, dropping my head back and moving my hips against his mouth as he eats me out. Driving me high into a sensation that’s all I want. The feeling rises. He tongues my clit, trailing circles over it until I feel like I’m falling. It doesn’t take long for me to get there.
For me to fall.
Slowly, he pulls away, settling the dress back down against my legs.
I stare down at him, reminiscing that we’ve been in this position before. Only this time, we aren’t going to a club together. This time, I’m going to be leaving him behind.
Tears form in my eyes and I swallow them back.
“You okay, Amore?”
I force a smile. “I’ve never been better. I love this dress.”
He stands. “You look beautiful in this dress.”
“You’re too sweet.”
He chuckles then tilts his head to the side, as though he’s hearing a voice from far away. “Shit,” he curses. “Amore, they need me in the Land of Lament. You wouldn’t mind—”
“Of course not.” I pat his shoulders lovingly. “You are a busy man. Lots of souls to help.”
He smiles and bends to kiss the tip of my nose. “You are perfect, Amore. And I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
He kisses me one last time before he disappears.
