“All my firsts, but I can say when,” she checks.
I nod. “But you stay with me until what you owe is paid, little bunny.”
“Okay.” She licks her lips nervously, but a spark of excitement flares in her eyes. Then it’s my turn to be entranced by her, as she was by me. “No second times, though, right?”
“Agreed.” My imagination is extremely vivid. I feel sure we can manage a lifetime of firsts. Unless we want to.
But damn it, I’ve already had her first kiss.
“Except,” I rumble. I shouldn’t do this. We only just made the deal.
“Yes?” And her word is more than a question. It’s trust, and agreement.
And I’m a mafia boss, not some tame businessman. I need her. Now.
“Fuck it.”
5
WILLOW
This time, his kiss is deep and punishing. A forbidden second kiss, my mind acknowledges, but it feels different, a first all its own. Intense and passionate. He’s claiming me. My arms slip up of their own accord and slide into his dark hair. It’s shockingly soft, and a total contrast to the rough of his stubble.
All my firsts.
It was rash to have agreed, but the moment he said it, I couldn’t imagine giving those firsts to anyone but Zane.
I tell myself that I had no choice. That’s sane. I had to agree because the tall, dark, handsome mafia boss who stole me away from a wedding I desperately wanted someone to save me from, and held me captive.
That’s the only reason.
He told me he loved me in a voice like honey and brandy and sin.
His erection is almost painful digging into my belly. Hewantsme. He picked me up, and chased me. For the first time in my life, to be chosen for myself, like a book from the shelf. Not for money or power, like the man I was supposed to marry this morning.
He runs his palms up my sides, groaning as I kiss him back with as much passion as he’s giving me. And in response, I’m fizzing. I’m alive with needs that have been unread pages of my story until now. Between my legs is hot and slick and aching. My nipples are jutting out, and as I press closer to Zane, they’re so sensitive.
He parts my knees with his, and I moan as his thigh rubs over my sex.
Oh god, I’ve never felt like this. I’m ready to explode.
He breaks our kiss, panting, his breath hot on my lips.
“Fuck, I didn’t mean to get so…” But then his mouth is on mine again, demanding and passionate, and his hands are roaming over my body. I cling onto him.
Would it be the same with any man? I have all the sexual experience of a tomato, but somehow, I don’t think so. This feels special.
“You’re writhing against me, Willow.” He scrapes my cheek as he shifts to kissing over the line of my jaw, then onto my neck, and my… I… My brain disintegrates when he kisses me there. “What do you want?”
I can’t say. I’m just a sugar-high, hormone jelly. I run my hands down his sides, a mewl of desire escaping me as I feel how different from me he is. Muscled, strong, and huge.
More, I want more, but I can’t ask. I shouldn’t.
“Willow,” he says roughly as I reach his waist.
He shifts backwards, and I take advantage, ignoring his warning and then oh… That’s his erection. We both gasp as my hand covers the top.
“What are you doing, little bunny?”
