Page 48 of Stolen Kisses
I tugged at his shirt, wanting to see all of him too. In all my years of knowing him I’d never had the pleasure of seeing him shirtless. There was the tattoo of the cross on the right side of his neck, but there was another tattoo of what looked like the edge of a wing snaking up the other side of his neck. I’d always wanted to see what it was, see it properly. See him properly.
He caught my hands and pressed them to his chest, smiling.
“Take my clothes off Mrs. Boss.”
“Mrs. Boss,” I really like that. “I get to be your boss?”
“Like you didn’t know, just make sure you give me the code if you’re going to try anything kinky, or tie me up, or some crazy shit like that.”
I laughed. “You want me to tie you up?”
“Not so much.”
“Do I get a say in what you can’t do to me?”
“No, you already signed that contract years ago, baby. I’m just giving you mutual rights in certain departments.” He released my hands allowing me to undo the buttons on his shirt. Soon the soft cotton lay open exposing the pure work of art he truly was. Like a sculpture each muscle of his wide torso was chiseled to perfection. And there wasn’t just one tattoo I hadn’t seen before, there were several. Japanese characters mainly ran down the side of his abs to the edge of his hip. Exploring I found some Celtic swirls near his seriously sexy happy trail.
The tattoo that interested me the most was a dragon with its wings whipping up across his abs, solid right pec and up to his neck. On his left pec close to his heart was another cross. It looked very similar to the one on his neck except there were some smaller versions of the Japanese characters next to it. I’d seen them on his guns before. As long as I could remember Dante had carried twin Berettas. I ran my finger over it and returned my gaze to meet his.
“For my father, who taught me everything. So, I won’t forget.”
“I love them, I’m going to ask you what everything means later.” I told him pulling off the shirt down his huge biceps.
More tattoos greeted me and God, I had the urge to see everything. I walked around him looking at his back, smiling to myself like an idiot. My smile fell however, when I caught side of what looked like bullet wound scars. One right in the center of his back and another at the edge of his hip. I ran my finger over the skin there and he turned catching my hand.
“You’ve been shot.” I couldn’t believe it. It was so foolish to say it like that though, it wasn’t like I hadn’t known guys to get shot in this world. Most of them just didn’t live to tell the tale.
He laughed. “Mafia job specs baby. I didn’t get to where I am by sipping tea.”
He stopped laughing and reached for me again. This time when he reached for me, I knew this was it. There was greed in his touch and a possession that made me go wild—for all of it. All of him.
He kissed me again, sweeping his tongue into my mouth to tease and to taste me. Then he moved away and pulled my skirt down my legs.
“Heels stay on, I want those legs wrapped around me and those heels in my back.” He smirked then turned me to face the counter. “This was first.”
He grabbed my ass and squeezed then placed kisses all over my back and my ass.
My hair hell forward over my face and I looked back to see him undoing his belt buckle. He stepped out of his pants and boxers at the same time unleashing the massive length of his cock that made my eyes widen.
He looked at me with a lascivious smile that sent a shiver down my spine and ran his hands over the length. The sight alone made my mouth water.
He took hold of my hips and teased my entrance with the fat head of his cock. Feeling his bare skin on mine was unreal.
“Please, for fuck’s sake tell me you’re on the pill. I want to feel you just like this,” he growled into my ear.
I wanted to feel him exactly like that too. No barriers between us. Barriers I’d placed up. I was taking them down.
“Yes, I want you inside me just like that,” I moaned.
I sucked in a sharp breath as he thrust in and tightened his hold on my hips. He started with a few slow, sure, but powerful strokes that enhanced his possessive hold on me even more. Then he pushed harder and somehow went deeper inside me, thrusting harder and faster, filling me right up. My inner walls rippled against him, stretching to take the magnitude of him. When that happened he pistoned even harder, shaft slicking in and out as he hammered into me with a pure rush of desperate need.
Pleasure racked through me shattering my soul, making my bones shiver and shake at the thrilling sensation of him.
Every inch of my body came alive. Wild, hot, raw with the savage energy.
My body …
My mind and soul … all bowed to the heat, the passion. Every part of me cried out for him wanting more. And he gave me more as he started to fuck me hard sending thrills up and down my body.
