Page 63 of Steal My Heart
Angelo runs his tongue along my bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth before releasing it with a wetpop.
My nose crinkles. “Um, you smell like?—”
“Your pussy? Yes, I know. So fucking good, isn’t it?”
His tongue slips into my mouth, and oh my, talk about so fucking good. The man’s kissing skills should be studied for scientific purposes or something. But then they’d have to get women to be part of a clinical trial, and I really don’t like that idea…
“Remi?” He pulls back.
“Yes?” I breathe.
“I’m going to fuck all this mental chatter right out of that pretty little head of yours.”
I stick my tongue out at him, a surprised yelp coming from me when he snaps his teeth at it. “Why Angelo Calvani, are you telling me you’ve been hiding a playful side this entire time?”
He shakes his head, propping himself up on his elbow as he begins undoing the buttons on my dress. “Not when it comes to fucking you. That is a job I take very seriously.”
“It’s nice work, if you can get it,” I joke, a bit breathlessly.
Angelo moves the last button through the hole, and my dress parts like curtains. He deftly moves his hand beneath me, unfastening my bra and pulling down the straps, slowly, one at a time, before giving it a toss. “Nice work indeed.” His eyes fall heavy as they roam over my naked body, my nipples painfully hard. “You are too sweet to have a body this sinful.”
A whole body shiver ratchets through me as his hand wraps around my throat. With his thumb, he rubs lazy circles over my jackhammering pulse.
“How many men have undertaken this nice work?”
“What?” I whisper.
“How many men, Remi, have viewed what I’m viewing?” His gaze falls to my breasts, to where it feels like they’re being singed by those intense eyes of his. “Have touched what I’m touching?” Using his free hand, he tweaks my right nipple gently, and I shudder from head to toe. “Have tasted what I’ve tasted?” He flicks his tongue under my ear, and I moan desperately. “Have fucked what I am about to fuck?” He places his palm over my pussy, giving it a possessive squeeze.
Nearly panting, I try to form a coherent sentence. “This has taken a weird turn?—”
“Tell me.”
“I’m clean, if that’s what you’re concerned with.” After having caught Ellis cheating, I had myself tested.
“As am I. Never do I go bare. But that’s not what I’m concerned with.”
My forehead bunches. “Then what are you concerned with?”
Angelo remains silent, but his murderous eyes say it all.
“We’re talking more floating ‘houseguests?’”
Silence.
“I don’t know how to handle your intensity sometimes,” I admit.
“Wouldn’t hurt a woman such as yourself to be at a disadvantage every now and then.” He uses my words from our first encounter against me.
“You think so?” I tease.
The corner of Angelo’s lip tugs upward as he works his tie free. “Only one way to find out.” The Italian silk is tossed carelessly to the floor as he shrugs out of his jacket.
I place both my hands behind my head, getting good and comfy as he undresses.
“Enjoying the view?” His fingers work the buttons of his dress shirt, and off it joins the discard pile.
“Actually, I was enjoying thetattoo.”
