He groans, and beneath the few fabrics that lie between us, I feel him grow hard beneath me. It sends a spark of need directly between my thighs.
Sliding his hands over the curve of my butt, he anchors me to him.
“Are you sure you have to leave? We can stay in bed today and pretend the world ceases to exist.”
Wiggling my hips, I simultaneously break free of where he holds me, and drive us both wild.
“I can’t. It’s Sunday—I have to meet my family.” And as much as it pains me, I slide off him, but he refuses to fully let go, keeping our hands laced.
Lightly, he tugs me forward again so he can bring my hand to his lips and kissing the back of it. “And after?”
“You want me to come back?” I question, but I can’t ignore the flutter of my heart, or the way his eyes sparkle up at me.
“Amore mio, I never want you toleave.”
Leaning down again, I press another kiss to his lips. “I’ll be back this afternoon, then.”
He watches me go, sitting up in his bed so he can see me better. The sheet rests over his lower half, but I can see the way he tents it. It makes my core ache with a need that’s igniting slowly within me.
My heart pangs, reminding me I don’treallywant to leave—not yet—and I glance over my shoulder again.
Stopping at his doorway, I pull my phone from my clutch and type out a quick message to Raina.
On second thought, I’ll find another ride home later. So sorry, and thank you!
I’ll figure out my ride situation later, but right now, I can’t ignore the precious moments I have with the man who’s looking at me like he’d hang the moon for me if I ask him to.
Without turning around, I drop my clutch. It hits the floor with a soft thud.
Reaching around, I find my zipper and lower it slowly.
When I peek over my shoulder again, Sly’s eyes shimmer in the reflection of the sunlight as a smirk plays on his lips.
“Change of heart, piccola ladra?” he rasps, his throat bobbing as he watches the movement of my fingers.
The dress slips from my body.
Stepping out from where it lies at my feet, I saunter toward him. When I reach the edge of his bed, his hand instantly curls around my thigh as I climb on top ofhim, bracing myself with my palms pressed against his headboard.
“I never want to leave, Sly.” Then I kiss him.
Hard.
It’s unrestrained and lustful, not just because I want him, but because he makes me feel reckless.
An inferno blazes through me. A rush of desire sparking and pooling low in my stomach, aching deep in my core. I moan against his lips as he takes charge, his fingers finding my opening.
He pushes two inside me. “Your moans are my favorite sound. Let me hear them.”
I moan again, but it turns into a whimper when he expertly finds my G-spot, knowing exactly where I need him. As though he’s known my body forever.
He kisses me harder.
Deeper.
Allowing himself to unravel with me.
“I need more,” I whimper against his lips. “I need you inside of me.”
