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Why was I torturing myself by holding onto this grudge? He’d apologized, and I believed him when he said he would go back and do things differently. Was it pride holding us back from seeing where this went?
“More wine?” He held the bottle up to me.
“Are you trying to get me drunk, assassino?”
His nostrils flared at the nickname. “If it gets you to stay the night, then maybe.”
My lips twitched. “At least you are honest.”
I hadn’t realized what I was saying until it was too late. But now the words were out there, hanging in the air like rotten food. Alessio looked away and set the bottle on the island.
I sighed and stubbed my cigarette out. Would I always be reminded of the past with him? “This is awkward.”
“It doesn’t have to be.” He fiddled with his wine glass, moving it in circles on the marble counter. “I don’t want to pretend or be careful with you. I can take whatever you throw at me, principe.”
I knew this was true. Our fights were well-matched. I didn’t have to hold back with him, and he certainly never went easy on me.
He got up and took our plates to the sink. I stared at his broad back as he began to clean up our supper. The cloth of his t-shirt stretched over his lean muscles. His jeans were looser than I remembered, but they still hugged his ass in the best way. My tongue swept along the backside of my teeth as I stared, wanting. Craving. Wrestling with the memories.
Without realizing it, I started moving across the floor and closing in on the sink. He paused. I knew he was aware of where I was at all times, his keen senses on high alert, but he didn’t turn around.
I pressed in, flattening my front against his larger frame, and braced my palms on the cabinets beside his head. Heat wrapped around me, the hard angles of his body fitting so perfectly into mine. I ran my nose along the back of his neck. The smell of his skin—soap, the outdoors, and a little sweat—filled my lungs. My cock began lengthening, and I ground it into the crease of his ass. I had missed this.
The water shut off. Now the only sound in the kitchen was our breath, the rough exhales filled with anticipation. Dio, I wanted him so badly. I couldn’t focus on anything else.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
I wish I knew. “Are you saying no?”
“Of course not.”
“Thank fuck.”
I kissed his neck with light brushes of my lips. He shivered, so I worshiped all the skin I could reach on both sides of his throat. Then I bit down on the meaty part, where it joined with his shoulder. He grunted and rocked his hips, banging into the counter.
“Are you hard for me?” I whispered.
His head bobbed with a nod. Had I robbed him of the ability to speak already? Good. We’d done this so often that I knew his body, his reactions. I knew what he needed. “Then take your cock out.”
“You take it out,” he threw back.
There were times when Alessio was more submissive, and others when he asserted himself. Both sides had always turned me on. But when he was feeling assertive, I knew we were in for a wild ride.
I didn’t hesitate. Shifting, I unbuttoned his jeans and lowered the zipper. Then I worked them down his hips, along with his briefs. His impressive length bobbed out, ready and waiting for me. I angled to the right and caged him in with my legs. “Hands up.” When he braced his hands on the cupboard, I reached around for him.
Light as a feather, I trailed my fingers down his stomach, through the coarse hair surrounding his erection. Then I gave the lightest caress along the length of his dick, teasing. I traced the vein that ran along the side, the wide crown. He was biting his lip, watching my hand intently. I asked, “Have you been thinking about me? Thinking about me fucking you?”
“Maybe I have been thinking about fucking you.”
“Liar. You have been craving my dick in your ass again.”
“I have missed everything about you.”
He said it simply, solemnly. I believed him, but I wasn’t ready to open my heart to him again. Not yet. I needed time to wrap my head around what was happening between us.
But our physical connection? I had no problem understanding this.
“Do you think you’ve earned that, Alessione? Have you earned a fucking from me?” I nipped his earlobe and pumped his cock with my hand.
