Page 9 of The Sting of Love
He nods and gives me a wolfish grin. “You just move it out of your mind and think of the insane chemistry we have going on here.”
“Chemistry?”
“Don’t you feel it?”
My breath stills. I can’t lie and tell him I don’t. He walks around me slowly, taking purposeful strides, circling me the way a predator would its prey.
The smile that lights up his face as he continues his observation makes my pussy clench with need.
“I know you feel it,” he says in a low deep voice.
“What if I did? I can’t just do what I want.”
“Depends on what you want to do.”
I bite the inside of my lips, trying to hold in the burning desire sizzling my skin. I want so badly to escape the hell my life has become that it’s not hard for that desire to entice me to forget and give in to temptation.
What I want is for him to touch me. Everywhere. I want him to touch me everywhere and consume me with the same desire I see burning deep in his eyes. I can’t remember the last time I had fun, or the last time I truly did what I wanted to do. Me coming to Italy was more about the need, not to flee a bad situation that overwhelmed me.
I gaze up at the beautiful man in front of me as he drops his hand back to his side and gives me a lopsided grin filled with sin and temptation that flows between us.
“What do you want to do?” I ask him. I want to check that what I’m seeing is real.
“There are many things I want to do, but ladies first.”
Realistically, I must have known that agreeing to go with him for a drink was an agreement to the possibility of doing more.
The wild chemistry he spoke of burns me up from the inside out the longer he stares. He stops in front of me and looks me over, allowing his gaze to rake boldly over my body.
“Do you need some help, Bella?” he adds.
“Maybe…” I hear myself say.
“Okay. How about I show you what I mean with this kiss, then you can take it from there.”
My cheeks burn as he lowers his head and moves to my lips. Time slows, stilling around the wild sexual haze surrounding us until it stops. I don’t move.
His mouth brushes against mine and sparks of electricity pulse from his lips, setting my body on fire. It’s like throwing a match on a trail of gasoline.
I already know I’m not going to be able to resist anything else this man has in store for me.
Chapter Three
Willow
I’ve never really tasted a person before.
Never really took the time to think about what a man tastes like when he kisses you and you get that first insight into him.
This is the first time I’ve ever been enticed.
Donny tastes like sex, hunger, and… danger.
I don’t know if that’s any way to describe a person, but that’s what I taste as our tongues tease and tangle.Play. He plays with my tongue as he kisses me, sucking on it as he tastes me.
The pleasure sends fire straight through my soul and makes my head spin. I’m dizzy with the white-hot greed of desire that ripples through me and makes my pussy clench with need, desperate for him to be inside me. So desperate I’m wet and embarrassed because I can’t remember the last time I felt this way.
The erotic feasting of my lips awakens my body, but just when I melt against the hard walls of his chest, he pulls away. The satisfied smile on his face, however, is a tell that he’s not finished with me yet, or this game we’re playing.
