“Nope.” Tino shook his head again. “I’m a god there too. Carlo just sits in the car now and uses my cell phone to talk to Lola. That’s all he cares about. Protein shakes and Lola and triceps. That’s it. And cars.”
“With spinning rims,” Brianna added.
“Motherfucker loves those three-thousand-dollar spinning rims.” Tino sighed. “I cannot be related to these guidos.”
“Do the rims cost that much?” Brianna asked in horror.
“Yeah. They costthatmuch. Easy. Sometimes a lot more.”
“So, he should spend it on sheets.” She picked up a green bean with her chopsticks, smiling as she took a bite. “How much did these sheets cost, Tino?”
He winced.
“Okay,” she said slowly. “You probably shouldn’t be throwing stones.”
“I can argue the benefits of designer sheets over spinning rims.” Tino didn’t even sound apologetic about it. “I kept a beautiful woman here all day happily ’cause of these sheets. What the fuck are rims ever gonna do for me?”
“It wasn’t for the sheets,” she said as she let her gaze run over him.
Tino lowered his chopsticks and leaned into her. “You wanna taste some of my MSG?”
“Yeah.” She nodded and bent forward to steal a kiss.
He tasted sugary sweet, like an indulgence, and she forgot about the food. It was easy for her—she didn’t live for it like he did—but Tino forgot about his too, which said a lot. Instead he let her push him down against his designer sheets and taste more of him.
Taste him like he tasted her earlier.
Until she was pulling at the button to his jeans and then licking at the dark lines of his tattoo with the same worship he’d shown her.
“Cazzo.” He groaned and arched into her hand when she pulled his cock free from his jeans, but still he said, “You don’t have to,” as he held her face with both hands, watching her with hooded dark eyes.
She licked him rather than argue.
Keeping her gaze locked with his, she dragged her tongue up the length of his cock, and then she sucked on the head, making Tino moan and toss his head back against the bed like it was the greatest thing in the world.
It was the first time she’d ever done it, but it was okay, because Tino seemed to enjoy just being with her. Letting her touch him. Taste him. Until he was tugging on her hair, writhing under her, panting and warning her, “Madonn’, I’m gonna come. Stop, baby.”
Except she didn’t stop, and he didn’t fight her after that.
She wanted to taste him.
She was curious.
She wanted to suck him until his hold on her hair got tighter, and his body tensed. He let out a low curse in Italian when he came. She could tell how much it affected him, how deeply he was feeling the pleasure as his cock jerked in her hand over and over, and she licked up the taste of pleasure like he licked up hers.
Then he grabbed her arms and dragged her over him.
He kissed her hard, leaving the tangy taste of sweet-and-sour sauce in her mouth. He broke the kiss to fist her hair once more and whispered in her ear, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” she said with a smile.
“I’ll eat brown rice for you.” He was obviously smiling with her. “I’ll eat it every day.”
“So do it,” she dared him. “Throw away that horrible red stuff and eat brown rice and vegetables with me.”
The crazy thing was…he did.
Chapter Forty-One
