Page 40 of Remember When We
He grabbed my hands as I lashed out again and grabbed me too, shoving me hard against the wall.
His eyes were a mixture of pain and fury.
But just like last night he stopped my next words with a kiss. Clamping my face in his big hands he captured my mouth and made my head spin. A hard kiss that wiped the anger and rage from my mind in an instant.
It was a kiss that was every bit raw, and unapologetic as it was seductive.
I wanted to run. Run far away like my brain was telling me. Escape like I knew I should, because this man had hurt me in so many ways.
My legs just wouldn’t move. My body just wouldn’t listen. It was the same as always. I couldn’t will myself to pull away from him, because he was Gio.
Eight years and I was still the same. The same girl who melted at his touch. I was still the same girl who melted at his kisses and wished he would devour her like he was doing now.
The kiss he gave me wasn’t the kind I could run away from. Even if my car was right beside me I didn’t think I would have been able to jump in it like I had last night and drive away.
Escape.
No. I couldn’t and didn’t want to either.
His mouth rained merciless kisses on my lips, capturing my mind and sealing me with the passion that had always enticed and lured me to him. I was the prey and he the predator who knew he was going to trap me. I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist. Even now I would never say no, even if I tried.
It was why he was doing this to me.
Kissing me the same way he’d made love to me.
Wild and reckless.
Possessive, like he owned me and there wasn’t anything I could do about it, but accept it.
Just like the truth I served him. It was the same truth.
Frankie Santora couldn’t own me the way he thought he could. No man could, because I belonged to Gio … Gio Bianchi.
I belonged to him whether he wanted me or not. Maybe I was completely screwed in my mind, because this man told me he didn’t love me. Had told me that he didn’t want me, but here I was desperate for him to consume me.
His hard, strong lips crushed to mine, deepening the provocative pressure told me he planned to do exactly that.
Consume me.
Grabbing a fist full of my dark locks he made love to my mouth, letting me know exactly what he planned to do to my body. His lips wandered across my cheekbones, my chin, my nose, my eyes, nuzzled my ear, and nipped my neck pushing reality to the deepest corner of my mind.
“Baby doll,” his breath whispered over my neck. I arched my back into the hard walls of his chest as he lingered there.
Then every cell in my body erupted with need. The desperate need for him to touch me everywhere. Anticipation and the wild sexual desire that flickered between us hung heavy in the air.
I smoothed my hands up his neck and ran my fingers over his cheek, loving the feel of his beard against my fingertips. Loving the feel of him, relishing that it was actually him ... Gio. Pinning my hand to the wall he grabbed the edge of my top and bunched it up in a tight fist, pulling so that the little straps fell down my shoulders and the front dipped low showing off the huge swells of my breasts. He nuzzled his face there with the same intensity and wildly moved over to suck my aching nipples through the sheer pink fabric. He sucked harder, making me moan from the pleasure.
And,damn him. Damn him he knew just what to do to me sealing my mind and make my body obey his command. He moved the fabric away completely making my breasts spill out from my bra. A wicked smile lit up his face as his hot palms cupped their weight, making my breasts warm from the heat that seared me. He lowered and ran his tongue over the sensual valley between them electrifying me with the mind blowing, mesmerizing sensation. Then his thumb scraped greedily over my tight taut nipples and before I could catch my breath, he dove in closing his lips over the peaks that were practically begging to be sucked.
The way he touched me made me remember when he had done that for the first time. It was with the same need, like he’d been hungry for it. Hungry for me.
His lips trailed a hot line of kisses up my chest and neck, right back to my lips. I was about to get lost in him again when he moved back to pull my top up and over my head.
One quick snap at the little butterfly clasp freed my bra and sent it floating down my shoulders while he pushed his thumb down the side of my skirt. He hooked his finger in the edge of my panties, tugging on it and pulling me back to him.
With the same desperation I backed off his leather jacket and reached for the hem of his t-shirt.
A devilish smile spread across his face as he lifted his arms up and allowed me to take off his shirt.
