Page 77 of Attraction (Mobsters + Billionaires 3)
“Then I would be honored to do that with you. I love that you trust me and know I will never hurt you. I can’t tell you how much that means to me.”
I chance a peek, only to find his sincere brown eyes looking down at me. Oh, he is so much trouble for me. I rearrange myself on his lap, straddling him, my feet on the warm concrete as I kiss and throw my arms around him. His hands immediately go to my ass, massaging it as he rolls his hips.
“I don’t even know how you’ll fit that thing inside me,” I say, chuckling in his ear.
He groans and thrusts against me. “Baby, by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging for it.”
I pull back, biting my lip. “Promise?”
He laughs, his eyes wide. “Who is this, and what have you done with Ford Bradley?”
“This is me too. Apparently. It’s not my fault—you bring it out in me.”
“Oh, it is entirely your fault. Now I won’t be able to think of anything else.”
“Does this mean we’re going back to the bedroom?” I ask, stretching and yawning oh-so-innocently.
He hauls himself to standing, bringing me with him as he supports my ass with his arms. I wrap my legs around him, squeezing tight until he grunts.
“You bet your virgin ass we are,” he says, kissing me as he makes his way through the French doors. He holds me with one arm as he lets us in, not stumbling for a second as we walk up the stairs.
Having seen one too many romantic movies, I assume he’s going to throw me onto the bed, but no. He lays me down gently and strokes my skin, his eyes devouring me, unkempt morning hair and all.
“Beautiful. Perfect.”
His whispered words are said with such reverence. Meanwhile, I’m a wanton hussy, wanting him to shut up and fuck me.Now.
I pout, tugging on his pajama bottoms.
“Okay, little bird. So impatient. I’m taking it slow, so I can know how best to take care of you.”
I point to my straining cock with both hands. “This is all you really need to know.”
He rolls his eyes. “No, it is not. I want to prepare you with my fingers. But before I do, I’m going to make sure you’re okay with that.”
I bite my lip, nodding quickly. “Very okay. Super okay. The okayist of okays.”
“For some guys, it’s more comfortable to be on top the first time so they can control the pace and depth.”
I scrunch my nose, shaking my head. “I want you to control that. If that’s okay.”
His grin is nearly feral.
“Do I want to control your pleasure? Yes. Always,” he says, his voice darkening. “But sex between two people is about what they both want. So if the thing you want is the thing I want…then good. Is there anything you’re particularly worried about?”
“I’m a little worried about how long you’re going to keep talking before you fuck me.”
He lets out a loud belly laugh, kissing and groping me between laughs. “Jesus, little bird. Who knew you had it in you?”
“Actually, I don’t have anythinginme at the moment. Which is something you can fix,” I say, tugging on his pants again.
He steps back, his arched brow sending a fat drop of precum down my needy hard-on.
“Tell me what, if anything, worries you.”
I roll my eyes and release a very put-out sigh. Luca raises a commanding brow and…oooh. I like that.
Fine.
