Page 40 of The Mafia’s Girlfriend

Looking at me like that, like she prayed I’d fuck her six ways to Sunday. Staring at my lips, like she wanted them all over her. And kissing me back so fervently, like she’d wilt if I let her go.

She bewitched me, urging me to take all that she offered. I was drunk on her, addicted to this daring risk. It was a risk, kissing her like she was mine. Not only was she a guest, but she was also off-limits as someone that another man was seeking out.

I didn’t know why. I didn’t want to know why an armed thug was looking for her. She was gorgeous, bold, and unafraid, but I wasn’t so stupid to miss that something was up with her. Lying and not speaking up, she nearly pissed me off to the point I didn’t want to bother with her, but I couldn’t resist. I couldn’t even think about backing up and walking away like I should.

Kissing her in the shadows was risky, but I enjoyed every stroke of the fear. Every hint of potentially being caught made me burn hotter for her. The thrill of someone walking by made this sexier, more taboo. The excitement of someone finding us like this was the sick, twisted shit that I loved. I skirted through life on the edge of danger, and this was no different.

No. She was different. I didn’t know how to explain it, but Emma was one of a kind. From the bottom of my heart, I just knew I’d never meet another woman like her.

She panted for air, rubbing her face against mine as we caught our breath for a second. Even that was too long. I laid my mouth back on hers, sucking and nipping at her lips as I gripped her short sundress.

Darkness descended in the sky, but underneath the gauzy panes of Plexiglas the roof was made of, we were mostly hidden. She moved with me, so short but eager to reach up and keep kissing me as I bunched up the soft material of her dress. Shifting to the side, she gave me more access to reach beneath and seek out her panties.

Not panties. Just a thong. The dress rolled and thickened in a fold on my forearm as I caressed her bare ass, reveling in the handful of that juicy cheek I couldn’t stop obsessing about. It was the first thing I saw when I met her. The first detail to draw my eye before she faced me. Touching her now, feeling the rise of goosebumps my caress gave her, was so fucking worth it.

She moaned into my mouth as I eased my finger over her core. The skimpy stretch of fabric was soaked, wet from her cream that made my strokes slippery. So sticky. Drenched. She breathed faster as I tugged the flimsy material aside and dragged my fingers over her folds.

Slowing my kisses, I savored the texture of her. The soft drag of her lips as I sucked and licked them, then the smooth wet surfaces of her pussy. I circled around her entrance, teasing her and testing how tight she was. Only the tip of my finger was in, and up to a knuckle, I felt how damn tight and slick she was.

She got louder, which wouldn’t work like this. We’d snuck back here to hide her away, and now wasn’t the time to announce where we were. Not until she came. Not until she was safe to leave.

My dick strained against the fabric of my boxers, further trapped by my pants. Grinding against her leg almost helped, but I didn’t want to focus on how badly I wanted to come.

This was for her. This was a lesson that she’d never forget. A woman didn’t look at a man with lust blazing in her eyes if she didn’t want to reap the rewards. She didn’t get to push at me and not have the pleasure of seeing how good it could be when I snapped and gave in to this tension.

“Luke. I need...” She panted, furrowing her brow.

I knew what she needed, what she wanted. I felt it in the suction of her tight pussy on my finger. I tasted the desperation in her kiss, and I heard the breathlessness of urgency in her gasps.

I pressed my forehead to hers to get some air. As she stared into my eyes, electrifying me with those uniquely bright orbs of bluish green, I slid my finger further into her tight heat. Back and forth, I smeared her juices, and while I worked her more open, I added a second finger to ensure she gloved me so tightly. Whatever she need to come better.

“Luke!”

I loved the sound of my name coming from her lips. Breathy and husky like this in that hiss. Begging and merciful. Needy. Before, she was saying that she wanted me to go. I told her that she was trouble and she took that to mean I didn’t want her around. I tried and failed to show her that we’d be better off without each other, but so much for that logic.

I had my fingers deep inside her slick cunt. She had her mouth latched to mine. Her hands were on the back of my head, her fingers spread wide to thread through my hair as she gripped it to hold me close.

She didn’t seem to want me to go now.

Nothing could stop me from making her come.

“You’re nothing but trouble,” I growled. Sliding my thumb up to press on her clit had her gasping into my mouth. “You know that?”

A low moan was her reply.

“And I can’t get enough.”

Before long, she was rocking against me, riding my hand. Her attempts were clumsy at first, but as soon as she found her rhythm, I pistoned my fingers faster. Circling my thumb around her clit had her trembling. She was almost there. I felt the tension in her body as I pushed her closer and closer to splintering apart.

The pressure to come had nowhere to go in me. I let it build and coil. I didn’t try to come. I couldn’t. Not like this. Not here. Not ever. Playing with her in the shadows was one thing, but I couldn’t commit to sliding my dick inside her sweet pussy. It’d be too much with a woman I kept telling myself I couldn’t have. It would be a step too far, a step I couldn’t ever take back, with the one girl who was trouble.

And if I ever fell that hard and fall, to lose all common sense, I wouldn’t’ be able to settle for once. She burrow so deep under my skin. She’d embed herself on my soul.

Getting frisky with a woman never had me poetic like this, but something about Emma did. Something about this smart and sassy beauty had me acting like I never thought I was.

Imagining forever with her? Just after a couple of kisses and fingering her in a stolen moment in the garden? It was nonsense. Delusional.

“I—”