Boom.
I scream, and he leans into me as I back up against the wall again. He runs a smooth fingertip along my face and fans his lips close to mine. “Shh. It’s alright.” Hemurmurs.
The sensation of him so close sends chills down myspine.
Oh God, I don’t want to wanthim.
But Ido.
I can feel the loose tie of my robe come undone, exposing mynakedness.
The flashes of lightning darting through the window are like strobe lights, illuminating the skin on my barebody.
Antonio’s eyes gleam and he leans even closer into me and whispers, “Why. Are. You.Naked?”
I breathe in quicker breaths. “I sleep naked, remember?” I manage to whisperback.
His breathing quickens too as he gives my exposed body a meaningful once-over. “Damn it, Daniella, you’re fucking beautiful. And I must add,” he says as his lips graze over my exposed collar bone, “sleeping naked could be ratherconvenient.”
“Not really. Not when there’s a fire.” My voice cracks as I try to conceal mynervousness.
His hand makes its way to my breasts and he cups one, running circles around my nipple with his thumb. “True. But it’s certainly convenient for the man lucky enough to share a bed withyou.”
“Right. Only, I’ve sworn off men,” I quip, feeling a flirtatious smirkformulate.
“Pity…How will you find pleasure?” His voice is deep and low, and, through the flashing bolts, I see his chest rise up and down as he continues to breathefaster.
“Perhaps I’ll pleasuremyself.”
He grabs a hold of my hips, pulling me in, closer to him. “Fuck, that’s hot. Can I watch?” he says, his lips close enough for me to almost tastethem.
God, I want to tastethem.
“That’s the second F-bomb you’ve dropped. Who’s the Potty Mouth now, Mr.Michaels?”
He lifts me up, grabbing a hold of my exposed bottom, and I wrap my legs around his waist, sinking my nails into his back. He pushes closer into me, and I can feel the length of his manhood trying to escape the confines of his silk pajamapants.
“What can I say, you must bring out the bad boy inme.”
He stares into my eyes, then traces my lips with his tongue, teasing my mouth as my lips part on their own, begging for his tongue to play tango withmine.
The storm outside magnifies, mimicking what is building between us, and when he finally kisses me, I melt into him, internally begging for more. I’m hot all over, every inch of me soaring withneed.
He abruptly pulls his lips away. “Daniella, I want you so bad. More than anyone I’ve ever wanted before. Please, baby, let me make love toyou.”
Oh. My. God. So much for swearing offmen.
“I’ve wanted you since that kiss we shared at the ball.” I confess, almost breathlessnow.
He carries me over to the bed, the two of us falling into it, and I help him out of his pants, eagerly waiting to expose his pleasuretool.
I need him—this time forreal.
No champagne-induced dream. Nofantasy.
I welcome him in, between my thighs; they are shaky in anticipation of what’s in store. He drops soft kisses along my belly, up to my breasts, causing me to arch into him. His lips meet mine and, together, our mouths impersonate the same dance of our lower bodies as we grind into each other, preparing for what we both want but are savoring until just the right simmeringmoment.
As he eases into me, thunder rumbles over us—the storm intensifying just as our lovemakingdoes.
