Page 76 of Attraction (Mobsters + Billionaires 3)
I lean into his sensual touch. “Yes, but in the best way possible.”
After another kiss on the head, he joins me with his own sandwich and espresso, looking so drowsy-happy. We hold hands as we eat and sip and let the beauty around us wash away the heavy responsibilities.
“I like your hands on my neck, and I liked what you did yesterday with your tongue,” I say, breaking the silence.
Luca laughs, almost spitting out his coffee.
“Shut up.” I throw a napkin at him, which he catches and uses to wipe his mouth.
“Can I say how much I love that you’re talking about the rimming I gave you?”
“Don’t make fun of me.” I put on a fake pout, which makes him smile.
“You know I’m not making fun of you,” he says, pulling on my pouty bottom lip. “You know that I’m proud of you. I worried that it would be hard for you to communicate what you like. I love that you know I’m safe enough for you to express yourself. Fully.”
“I promise not to tell the other Mafia dons that you’re a big softy on the inside,” I say, pushing his shoulder.
“You better not be talking to other dons. I’m the only one,” he says, reaching out to again place his hand on my neck.
My breath hitches, and he winks, bringing his demitasse cup to his lips with his other hand.
“You’re the only one, I promise,” I say, breathless, my heart racing at the simple contact. “I’m going to have Mads take me to one of his terrible T-shirt shops and pay for a customStefano for LifeT-shirt, just so nobody gets it wrong.”
Giving my neck a final squeeze, he lets his hand drift lower before taking my hand and kissing it.
“You should not have said that to me. If you think for a second I’m not having that T-shirt made as soon as we land, you don’t know me at all.”
I crack up, loving the intense expression on his face.
Horny and unable to go another second without his skin on mine, I crawl into his lap, tucking my feet as I sit on his thighs and nuzzle the side of my face into his chest. He sets down his espresso and brings his arms around me, holding me in place.
“If this is uncomfortable, I can stop,” I say against his chest, running my fingers up and down the naked skin.
“It’s not uncomfortable, baby. You fit against me perfectly in every situation.”
That kind of fit always seemed out of reach to me, but he’s right. I’m completely comfortable in his arms.
I consider all the ways we can fit together and laugh, wondering how I ever thought paying for one of his escorts would make me feel more comfortable. There’s nothing that I don’t want to do with him.
He pushes my hair off my forehead, kissing it. “What are these thoughts in this big, beautiful brain of yours?”
My chest flushes as though he can guess each and every sex-starved thought in my head. “Nothing,” I say, grinning into his chest.
“Bullshit. Share with the class.”
Grimacing and grinning simultaneously, I look up, letting my fingernails delicately scrape along his five o’clock shadow.
“I think…” I hesitate, then shove my face into his neck.
“You think…”
I lean up and whisper into his ear, “I think I want you inside of me.”
I bury my face again, proud of myself for saying it out loud.
“No need to be shy about what you want, baby. You know I love it. And if you want me inside of you…”
I nod, covering my eyes with my hand. “I do.”
