Page 62 of Steal My Heart
“Yes, Angelo.”
“Better.” He returns to his ministrations, but instead of returning to where we left off, he begins teasing me again from the beginning of the number.
I squirm, trying to shift my hips so he’s directly on my clit, but he gives my thighs a warning squeeze.
“What did I tell you the last time you fell apart for me?” he says against my pussy, his lips brushing my sensitive clit with each word. “I decide when you come.”
My head falls back in frustration, but I relax my lower half, and Angelo murmurs his approval. He begins again, and there’s nothing I can do except take what he’s giving me.
Methodical. Controlled. Determined.
His method of eating pussy matches his personality. It’s amazingly infuriating.
Angelo works me up into a needy mess. My body’s writhing so hard, the only thing keeping me in my chair is his strong hands pinning me down by my thighs.
“An-ge-lo.” I draw out his name, pleasure coursing through me as I fall off the cliff. My eyes snap closed, my head falls back, and the most primal sound escapes my lips.
“Beautiful.” He presses a soft kiss to my overly sensitive clit.
The security phone buzzes, and he rises, the bulge in his pants big. Too big.
“Enjoying the view?”
My eyes snap up to meet his, which are filled with a mix of humor and desire.
“No way you can fit that thing inside me,” I blurt out.
“Only one way to find out,” he challenges. “Keep those legs spread wide for me, Remi, because I’m going to claim this sweet pussy.”
If I’m being honest, I’ve wanted Angelo Calvani to claim me the moment I laid eyes on the man. But since I’m a thief, nowhere does it say I have to be honest.
“You have to catch me first.”
Chapter Nineteen
Angelo
Jumping up from her chair, Remi giggles as she disappears inside the apartment.
Now this is a game I’m more than happy to play.
My throbbing cock agrees, but I still give Remi a few seconds head start before hustling inside and down the stairs. Anticipation has me so excited I may come in my pants like an inexperienced teenager; I’ve never wanted anything or anyone more than I want this woman.
I tear through the living room and kitchen, the guest room, my sister’s room, the closets, the bathrooms, but no sign of Remi. “Where’s your human?” I ask a disinterested Nola.
Ignoring me, she returns to her grooming on the couch.
Desperation has me going for my phone to pull up the security feed, but my pocket’s empty.
Cursing, I grab the landline and dial my cell. The ringing is coming from my bedroom, and I smile triumphantly as I hustle inside and close and lock the door behind me.
“No fair. You cheated,” Remi pouts, handing over my phone.
“Damn right I cheated.” Turning off the ringer—because nothing is going to disrupt this moment—I crawl into bed. With the flat of my hand I press Remi on her back. Settling over her luscious body, I brush my lips against hers. “And now that I’ve caught my little pickpocket, I’m not letting her go.”
Remi
Denial sounds fan-fucking-tastic to me.
