meet her in Rome.”
My eyebrows shoot up. “We? As in me and you?”
He nods. “You love Italy.”
Fact.
“I do.”
“So that’s where we’ll go.”
I roll onto my back. “But Italy is expensive…and a long way away.”
Jai frowns and tilts his head to the side. “You’d give up the chance to go to Italy?”
“If it puts financial stress on someone else, yes.”
He turns his body towards me and my heart kicks up in tempo as he reaches over my waist and plants his hand on the mattress. His forearm presses against the side of my body and all I can do is focus on it. My breath halts in my throat as he leans in close, so close his breath skitters over my lips.
“You’re coming to Italy with me and I’m going to show you the time of your life.”
Oh, fuck Italy for the moment. I’m not even thinking about that anymore. I can’t. Not while his body heat is burning against mine. Sure, going to Italy is a dream come true, but it’s not something I can have right now. The word alone isn’t going to sate my desire for adventure and pleasure. I watch Jai as he watches me and he sees it. I know he does.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
Because I want you to fuck me hard, soft, and drive me fucking crazy! As if it isn’t obvious.
“Like what?” I ask, putting a spin of innocence on it.
That way he can’t tell my insides are raging because I’m horny as hell for him. My lips curl into a smug grin.
“Like that .”
I push myself up onto my elbows. “Are you tired?”
His eyes darken with promise as he leans a little closer. “No.”
“I like your answer.”
He closes the gap, pressing his forehead against mine. Electricity sizzles between us. It’s a tension that’s causing my muscles to tense and my nipples to harden.
“Why are you tormenting me?”
I brush my lips over his and in the silence I hear his breath hitch.
“You consider my desire for you torment?”
“Of lethal degree. Do you have any idea how fucking tormenting it is being alone with you? It’s like willingly crushing your balls in a vice.”
Wow. That’s one hell of a compliment…I also don’t know how bad that feels, you know, because I don’t have balls.
“You kissed me earlier.” I utter, reminding him of the brief moment we spent on the dock. “Did you like it?”
He groans followed by an almost silent curse. “You’re getting me hard talking in that low voice, Kitten. Of course I liked it.”
He tries to back away, but I follow him until I’m on my knees with his collar in my hands. My fingers tremble around the fabric and his breath blows with uncertainty across my face.
“Show me.”
“Emily—”
“Please.” I whisper, kissing him softly on the mouth. “I need you inside me.”
He hangs his head back, exposing his throat. I don’t care what anyone says the throat is one of the sexiest things a man has. I’d put it up there underneath obliques, a nice smile and a sense of humor.
I plant a soft kiss at the base of his throat.
“I had a dream about you.” I murmur against his hot skin.
His Adam’s apple bobs, as he swallows hard.
“Fucking hell.” He sighs. “Stop tempting me. I don’t have protection.”
Ah, so his hang up is protection. No big deal. The chances of me being getting pregnant are slim to none. I can’t even recall the last time I had a period. A common companion to PCOS is…what did my doctor call it? Amenora? Amenorrhea? Either way, I’m practically infertile and if a single unprotected fuck session is going to reverse all of that then, shit, the baby deserves to be born. I’d mention my condition, but nothing is more of a boner killer than a word with ‘orrhea’ at the end. Especially during sex.
“You want to know what you were doing to me…in my dream?”
Under my lips, his throat vibrates with another groan. They zip over the surface of my tongue and into my body. I’ve never wanted a man like I want Jai and I want him bad. I crave his
My eyebrows shoot up. “We? As in me and you?”
He nods. “You love Italy.”
Fact.
“I do.”
“So that’s where we’ll go.”
I roll onto my back. “But Italy is expensive…and a long way away.”
Jai frowns and tilts his head to the side. “You’d give up the chance to go to Italy?”
“If it puts financial stress on someone else, yes.”
He turns his body towards me and my heart kicks up in tempo as he reaches over my waist and plants his hand on the mattress. His forearm presses against the side of my body and all I can do is focus on it. My breath halts in my throat as he leans in close, so close his breath skitters over my lips.
“You’re coming to Italy with me and I’m going to show you the time of your life.”
Oh, fuck Italy for the moment. I’m not even thinking about that anymore. I can’t. Not while his body heat is burning against mine. Sure, going to Italy is a dream come true, but it’s not something I can have right now. The word alone isn’t going to sate my desire for adventure and pleasure. I watch Jai as he watches me and he sees it. I know he does.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
Because I want you to fuck me hard, soft, and drive me fucking crazy! As if it isn’t obvious.
“Like what?” I ask, putting a spin of innocence on it.
That way he can’t tell my insides are raging because I’m horny as hell for him. My lips curl into a smug grin.
“Like that .”
I push myself up onto my elbows. “Are you tired?”
His eyes darken with promise as he leans a little closer. “No.”
“I like your answer.”
He closes the gap, pressing his forehead against mine. Electricity sizzles between us. It’s a tension that’s causing my muscles to tense and my nipples to harden.
“Why are you tormenting me?”
I brush my lips over his and in the silence I hear his breath hitch.
“You consider my desire for you torment?”
“Of lethal degree. Do you have any idea how fucking tormenting it is being alone with you? It’s like willingly crushing your balls in a vice.”
Wow. That’s one hell of a compliment…I also don’t know how bad that feels, you know, because I don’t have balls.
“You kissed me earlier.” I utter, reminding him of the brief moment we spent on the dock. “Did you like it?”
He groans followed by an almost silent curse. “You’re getting me hard talking in that low voice, Kitten. Of course I liked it.”
He tries to back away, but I follow him until I’m on my knees with his collar in my hands. My fingers tremble around the fabric and his breath blows with uncertainty across my face.
“Show me.”
“Emily—”
“Please.” I whisper, kissing him softly on the mouth. “I need you inside me.”
He hangs his head back, exposing his throat. I don’t care what anyone says the throat is one of the sexiest things a man has. I’d put it up there underneath obliques, a nice smile and a sense of humor.
I plant a soft kiss at the base of his throat.
“I had a dream about you.” I murmur against his hot skin.
His Adam’s apple bobs, as he swallows hard.
“Fucking hell.” He sighs. “Stop tempting me. I don’t have protection.”
Ah, so his hang up is protection. No big deal. The chances of me being getting pregnant are slim to none. I can’t even recall the last time I had a period. A common companion to PCOS is…what did my doctor call it? Amenora? Amenorrhea? Either way, I’m practically infertile and if a single unprotected fuck session is going to reverse all of that then, shit, the baby deserves to be born. I’d mention my condition, but nothing is more of a boner killer than a word with ‘orrhea’ at the end. Especially during sex.
“You want to know what you were doing to me…in my dream?”
Under my lips, his throat vibrates with another groan. They zip over the surface of my tongue and into my body. I’ve never wanted a man like I want Jai and I want him bad. I crave his
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