“Look at that,” he rasped. “How am I supposed to let you go now?”
“So don’t,” I whispered, damning myself.
With a sound that was more animal than human, he rose above me, taking my tee shirt with him. The grass tickled my back, but it was nothing compared to the way my nipples felt the moment he snapped the bra free.
Theyached.
I trailed my hand lower, reaching for his dick.
But he caught my fingers and brought them back to his stomach. Holding my wrists, he pushed my palm flat against his abs. Only then did he drag the tip of his finger over the pictures staining my skin. They didn’t stop, roaming over my shoulder and down to the piece decorating my sternum that spread like floral wings under my breasts.
My breath quickened as I watched him study the tattoos. Appreciation flashed in his eyes, and my stupid heart did a little flip.
“I need to know if there’s anything you don’t like,” he insisted.
My laugh was shaky and not convincing. Did I want to admit to this beast that my sex life had been vanilla? “Nothing comes to mind.”
“Rae,” he warned. “The things I want to do to you—cazzo! Just look at how beautiful you are.”
He bent and nipped at my flesh.
I gasped. “I’m good. I don’t even need a safe word.”
Nico continued to bite and score my flesh with his teeth. “No safe word?”
I smiled. “Nope. I’m up for anything.”
“Per l’amor di dio!” he hissed. “You’re going to ruin me, woman.”
“That’s the plan.” A gust of wind made my nipples rigid. Or maybe the heat from his gaze. “Do your worst.”
Bending down, his mouth closed over my left breast. Pleasure zipped through me, lighting every nerve with a fire that I was powerless to put out. He sucked. Harder andharder. Teeth scored over the nipple, making me moan. I grabbed his shoulders, tipping my head back into the glow of the moon. Waves of pleasure shot through me. Liquid heat pulsed between my legs.
I was in danger of coming, and this was only his mouth!
As if he knew exactly what just happened, he slid a hand between us, opened my shorts, and began to touch and tease. I was lightheaded as his fingers explored. Their touch was wicked. Stroking. Pinching. Then pushing farther until they slid in deep.
“So gorgeous,” he murmured, trailing kisses against the valley between my breasts. “So fucking gorgeous.”
“Please,” I pouted. “I need more.”
Chuckling darkly, he continued the attention on my right breast. My insides tightened. My body shook!
I let out a ragged gasp, body coiling with the impending release.
His mouth released me with a pop.
His fingers paused their wicked dance.
“No!” I screamed hoarsely.
The monster only grinned. “Don’t move.”
I dropped my head against the soft earth with a huff. Nico tugged my shorts down my thighs. It would serve him right if I launched to my feet and ran.
I didn’t.
But only because I was positive I didn’t have control of my muscles. The spinning in my head wouldn’t stop. This stolen moment was a bad idea, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. It wasn’t the idea of being caught that bothered me. It was knowing this pleasure was forbidden.
