Page 46 of Blood Money

Gathering my courage, I licked my bottom lip. Silence stretched between us for several heartbeats until I finally found the words. “I want you.”

His breath hitched. “You….” He didn’t finish his sentence, just simply cocked his brow.

“Yes.”

If the hardness pressing against me was any indication, he knew exactly what I was saying.

“You mean like all the way? I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“Why not?” Hurt drove through my chest, slicing me open like a dagger.

“Your grandmother will be home soon.”

“Not for another two hours,” I countered, not willing to accept defeat yet.

With his brows pulled together, he searched my face for a few moments. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

I knew the second he caved because he crashed his lips to mine and tightened his arms around me. One hand went up to grab my hair at the back, and the other cupped the bottom of my ass cheek. His fingertips hit under the edge of my frayed shorts and dug in. There wasn’t a millimeter of space between our bodies.

When he pulled away, it was damn near violently. “Where’s your room?”

I pointed to the hall that went to the bedrooms. “That’s the bathroom,” I said, pointing to the center door. “Go right. First door on the left.”

He tugged my hand as he made a beeline in that direction. Nonna’s craft room was at that end of the hall, and her bedroom was on the left end with her en suite bathroom butting up to the hall bath.

When we entered my room, he kicked the door shut and kissed me again. Anxious to see him, I tugged at his shirt. We separated long enough for me to lift it as high as I could before he ripped it over his head. When he moved back toward me, I pressed a hand to his chest, stopping him.

“Kendall?” he asked.

“I just wanna look at you,” I breathed as I took in the olive tone of his tanned skin and the hard planes of his muscles. He wasn’t a huge, bulky guy, but damn was every hill and valley rock-hard. His stomach flexed when I traced my fingers over the tattoo on his ribs. “I didn’t know you had a tattoo.”

“Gabriel and I got them when he turned eighteen,” he explained.

That meant he wasn’t actually old enough when he got it. I traced the scrolled letters.Simul Sumus Plus. “What’s it mean?”

He shrugged. “Nothing, really.”

The way he glanced away told me the Latin words meant something very important to him, but I didn’t press. Instead, I leaned over to kiss it. He sucked in a sharp inhale, and his abs rippled when my lips touched him.

He firmly gripped my biceps and brought me upright. “Please don’t make me embarrass myself again,” he begged, his voice hoarse.

I had no idea what he was talking about. Had it embarrassed him that he came in his pants before? I thought it was hot as hell.

Slowly, we removed each other’s clothes until I stood in my lacy bra and matching panties and he was in a pair of boxer briefs. It was his turn to trace his fingertips over my skin. He slowly and gently connected the freckles that sprinkled my shoulders from the sun. Then he trailed his index finger along my collarbone and down the center of my chest. He ran it over the top of my bra where, thanks to the demi cups, my breasts threatened to spill over.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, and I don’t know how I’m this lucky.”

“HeelOverHead”—PuddleOfMudd

Eighteen Years Old….

I’d wanted to fuck Kendall from the first day I ran into her. It had taken every ounce of self-control I had to keep my desire reined in. She was special, and I’d known that right away too. She was worth more than a quick fuck. Every minute I spent with her needed to be important. I never wanted her to think that all I wanted from her was her pussy.

That didn’t mean I didn’t want her, because I sure as hell did. I was an eighteen-year-old guy, and I was horny twenty-four seven. It had been sheer hell controlling myself any time we fooled around.

Her telling me she wanted me was a dream come true. But I didn’t want to rush it because I wanted her to know I appreciated that she was letting me in her body.

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