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“I’d rather look at you, fiammetta.” His eyes are dark and heated as he comes to me. He gathers the tank top pooled at my waist and pulls it over my head, then tosses my top somewhere behind him.
“Christ, woman. You just get better and better,” he marvels, tracing the artwork that decorates my torso. It’s a flowering vine that runs from the outer curve of my left hip and up across my abdomen.
Then he looks at my breasts. The lust in his eyes has me rubbing my thighs together. I can honestly say that in all my life, I’ve never been looked at quite like that. I thought my nipples were achy before; now, they tingle and throb like they have a mind of their own.
Unable to take anymore, I lunge, reaching up to curl my hands around his nape and tug him down to me. I seal my lips to his as I run my free hand up his torso, following the planes and grooves that might just be the best thing I’ve ever felt beneath my fingers.
In moments, Nico takes over the kiss, using a hand in my hair to tilt my head right where he wants me while the other palms my breast. The feel of his callused hand makes me moan even as it sends fresh tendrils of heat to my core.
When he catches my nipple between his fingers and pinches, I cry out into his mouth. No longer tendrils of heat but hot, thick molten lava rushes through me, making my drenched pussy clench around nothingness, begging to be filled.
I reach for the fly of his jeans, and he deepens the kiss, his tongue sampling every part of my mouth. He tastes like vodka and… dear God, it’s that sweet taste again. Caramel. I want more.
His fly gives, and I reach inside. He’s wearing boxer briefs, but I can feel the outline of his cock; long and thick and so hard, he makes my mouth water. And there’s something else. Two hard, round bits as I graze my fingers over the tip of his cock through his boxers.
Oh, dear sweet fucking Lord, he’s pierced.
My pussy gushes as a shock of arousal shoots through me so fast it makes me lightheaded.
I run my fingers over the piercing again and again, imagining those bits of metal inside of me, sliding over my G-spot with his every thrust. If I get any wetter than I am right now I’ll be needing another pair of jeans while this one dries out.
He breaks the kiss and leans back, turning his attention to the fly of my jeans. And the man’s a master. Somehow, he manages to get them undone and off me—along with my thong and my knee-high boots—so fast, I think he set a record.
And now, I’m naked, seconds away from getting his thick cock inside me, but he pauses, looking me over again like he’s never seen a naked woman before.
“Mio Dio, you are beautiful, Sophie,” he says as he trails his fingers along the ends of my tattoo where they wrap around my hip.
My body is still on fire, but the air around us feels thicker somehow, like it’s charged with more than just sexual energy.
Ugh, stop that, I chastise my stupid, emotional self.
And then I can’t think anymore because Nico scoops me up and throws me on the bed, following me right down. He takes my mouth again, but this time, he doesn’t linger. Instead, he rains hot, open-mouthed kisses and nibbles down my neck and torso. Then he stops at my nipples to give me what I’ve been craving: Strong suction followed by gentle bites that in seconds, reduce me to a moaning writhing mess.
My fingers dig reflexively into his scalp, holding him against me, while my thighs fall open. “Nico, please fuck me,” I whisper, beyond shame now.
He raises his head to look at me, all flushed and trembling, hips wantonly lifting in a desperate plea for relief.
“Fucking hell, Sofia Lauren. I’ve never seen anything as sexy as you right now.”
I can’t even be bothered about how he knows my full name or his use of it. Who fucking cares about anything right now but his big beautiful cock putting me out of my misery.
My breath hitches as his fingers slide through my folds, and then he plunges two thick fingers deep into my dripping core.
“Ahh fuck!” I jerk and shiver as sensation explodes in my pelvis.
Suddenly, a loud buzzing fills the room. For a moment, I could have sworn it was coming from inside me, where I’m still clenching helplessly against his fingers. But then Nico freezes and shifts. Then I realize it’s his front pocket. I squirm, fully expecting him to ignore it but he waits for the vibration to stop. It does, but straight away starts up again.
Unbelievably, Nico slides his fingers out of me and reaches for the phone.
“Nico?” I hiss, my eyes wide with disbelief and mortification.
“Baby… I’m sorry, give me a minute, okay? It’s work. I need to take this.” He puts the phone to his ear, barking into it. “Giuro su Dio, Pietro…” Nico continues speaking in Italian while the sensual haze around me evaporates.
I’ve heard of men who take calls during sex, and I always knew it’d bother the hell out of me if someone tried it with me. But I never imagined I’d feel like doing the guy grievous bodily harm. For fuck’s sake, I was practically climbing the walls, begging this man, and literally three thrusts away from what felt like the mother of all orgasms—
I take a calming breath. And another.
“Let me up, Nico,” I snap.
