“Think you’ll be able to sleep again?” he asks, his voice hoarse.
When he begins to sit up, I tighten my arm around him. “Stay with me.”
What the hell am I doing? I should let him leave. Lying in a bed with him is playing with fire.
Leo relaxes again, engulfing me in a hug that makes me feel unbelievably safe.
Instantly, the sexual tension rushes back, creating overpowering hunger deep inside me.
I focus on my breathing, but that only makes me aware of how good he smells.
“Gesù Cristo,” Leo growls, right before he pushes me onto my back.
His mouth finds my throat, and as my eyes drift closed, his hand brushes over my middle. I feel him gripping my cami, then he scrunches the fabric in his fist right between my breasts.
“God,” I whimper, every inch of my skin begging for more.
His voice is a rasp as he groans against my chest, “Tell me to leave.”
“I probably should,” I gasp, while his lips nip and suck their way down to my collarbone, “but I can’t.”
I rub my palms over his shoulders and muscled back, desperate to feel all of him.
Leo’s left hand pushes beneath my head, and fisting my hair, he pulls me to him. Our mouths crash together, and as his tongue sweeps into my mouth, my body shudders from how amazing it feels.
The tension that’s been building ever since we laid eyes on each other explodes between us, creating so much desperation to taste, to feel, to claim.
Our hands hungrily roam over each other, and when Leo grips my breast hard, my back arches, and I moan into his mouth.
Suddenly, he breaks the kiss with a rough curse. “Cazzo!”
As I open my eyes to look at him, he moves down, pressing hot kisses over my chest and abdomen. He grips the side of my shorts and panties, and as he pulls them slightly down, his lips and teeth rain havoc on my hip.
It's easily the most hot and sensual moment of my life, making my need for this man something I can’t resist.
“Cazzo. Cazzo. Cazzo.” The words sound like a plea from him, his touch making my skin tingle. I feel his hand trembling where he’s gripping my panties and shorts, telling me it’s taking everything in him not to rip them off.
Slowly, he stills, his rushed breaths hot against my hip, then he groans, “Per favore. Tell me I can bury my face between your legs. I’m fucking starving and need to taste your pussy more than I need my next breath.”
My big, bad mafia boss is begging.
I move my hand to the back of his head and pull my fingers through his ruffled hair. Leo’s eyes flick up to my face, his features dark with hunger.
My hand brushes over the stubble on his jaw before I tug at his bottom lip with my thumb. “Yes.”
His teeth nip at my finger, his expression growing even darker. The next second, he moves fast, ripping my clothes down my legs. My thighs are shoved open, and a predatory growl rumbles from him right before his mouth latches onto my soaked opening.
Holy. Freaking. Shit.
My body arches off the bed, my hands desperately searching for something to grab hold of while sharp pleasure hits the air from my lungs.
Leo’s tongue and lips create one hell of an inferno between my legs, tearing a cry from me.
His teeth tug at my clit, then I feel his finger circle my opening. Having him touch me down there is so freaking intense, I don’t know if I’m coming or going.
The pleasure buzzes in my abdomen and clit, teasing me as my orgasm remains just out of reach.
“Leo,” I gasp, then his finger pushes inside me, and he begins to lick and suck my clit into oblivion. “Oh God,” I whimper, my back arching. His finger curls, and the next second, intense ecstasy has every muscle in my body locking up.
