Page 63 of Attraction (Mobsters + Billionaires 3)
“Impossible.You’rethe most perfect man,” he says, helping me with the buttons at my wrists, tugging my shirt off.
The urgency of his movements obliterates any hesitation I had before. God, he’s glorious. When I imagined him, I assumed a more spare figure, but as I touch him, as he’s touching me, there’s a softness to him.
I grin, gently squeezing his arm.
“Are you making fun of me?” he asks, unzipping me.
“Not a chance in hell. I just…” I pause to kick off my shoes and take over, sliding out of my pants. I pull off my socks, and he does the same.
“Then what are you laughing at?”
“I’m not laughing. I…you’re thin but so soft,” I say, palming his smooth, flat belly in my hand. “I love it.”
He scowls.
“I promise, Ford. I would love whatever you had under your clothes, but you feel so good to me. Very few people surprise me, but you’ve been surprising me from the moment I met you.”
I lose my breath again with the warmth of his body against mine. Our proportions are so…different. I’ve got a short torso and longer legs, and even though Ford’s taller, our waists are about the same height. Which means…Jesus…his soft cock touches mine.
I close my eyes, taking it all in. I know at this moment that whatever he’s comfortable with will be perfect for me. Just to be able to touch him is…a fucking miracle.
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FORD
I’ve hadmen flirt with me. I’ve had men proclaim love, or at least lust, for me. But I’ve never had someone stand in front of me and look at me the way Luca is now.
The way he’s holding my body to his, it’s…worshipful. I feel like royalty in his arms. His hands skate down to the curve of my ass, and his eyes come to mine with a silent question.
I nod and kiss him, wrapping my arms tight around his body. His warm hands gently squeezing my ass is the best goddamn feeling in the world.
To feel him thicken against me…I don’t even know what to do with that.
“I can’t believe how much I like making you hard,” I whisper, scandalized by the truth.
He grins and takes my mouth again. “You’re making me everything.”
I gasp when his fingers glide over my crease and brush my hole.
“Too much?” he whispers, kissing along my jawline and down my neck.
“No, but maybe no more than that back there. For now.”
“You got it,” he says, holding me like someone special.
His lips are surprisingly soft, and his kisses are deep, sure, and solid, completely unlike the immature fumblings I’ve put up with from other men. All of a sudden, I don’t want to be standing anymore.
“Can we lie down on my bed now?” I ask between mind-bending kisses.
“Yes. Would you like to lie side-by-side? Or would you like me on top of you? Or you on top of me?”
I know my answer before he finishes the sentence.
“You on top of me, please.”
He grins and walks me over to the bed. I climb in, cursing myself for such a tall mattress. He climbs in behind me, equally inelegant and laughing.
“If I fall off this bed, I’m going to break something.”
