Page 60 of Read With Your Heart

And I’m going to make love to her tonight.

When we arrive back at her place, she trembles as she gets off my bike, but the dazed look of desire in her eyes has heightened. Did she like my ride vibrating between her thighs? Will she like what we do next? Taking her hand, I lead her inside, passing all the lights left on in the living room for Lena and Lys, and head directly up the stairs to Tricia’s room. Before the door shuts at my back, she’s on me again. Up she goes, legs around my hips, arms at my neck, and I walk her to the bed. Our mouths don’t meet. We just stare at one another with hunger in our eyes.

I drop her to the mattress and follow her, leaning over her body and looking down at it. The swell of her breasts nearly pops out of her costume. The hike of her skirt is already up to her hips. The rise of her chest heightens in her eagerness for me to touch her. I fall over Tricia again, my arms forming two pillars on either side of her.

“You were wrong about yourself,” she whispers, startling me as she gazes up at me. “You’re perfection.” I snort, and her hand cups my jaw. “You’re dedicated to your sisters. You want a better life, and you’re working to achieve that on your own terms. And you’re good for me.”

I want to be perfect for her.

“You’re so beautiful,” I say instead, my voice catching on the truth. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, both inside and out. Slowly, she smiles, and I remember when I walked into the Tavern, when her eyes looked up and she smiled at me from across the room. She’s so easy to read in some ways. She wants me, and I want to truly deserve her.

“‘Foreswear it sight, for I ne’er saw such beauty till this night.’”

“Are you real?” she questions, her voice quiet.

“This is real,” I say, and she whispers my name in that way that sets my heart humming. My fingers lift and curl into the low collar of her costume, sharply tugging it downward to reveal one breast.

“Uh,” she grunts, arching her back, inviting me to take her into my mouth, which I eagerly do. She’s small, so the swell easily fits in my mouth where I suck and lap, swirling my tongue around the pointed tip and then sipping at the peaked nipple before releasing it. I roughly pull down the other side of her neckline, revealing another succulent breast, and take it inside my hungry mouth. Her back arches, and her fingertips scrape over my head.

Releasing her, I stand and remove my shirt. I want her hands on my skin. The way she caresses me reverently, it’s as if she’s memorizing each muscle . . . I love it.

I love this woman.

We may never fit in reality. She’s still tied up with that dickhead, and I have my sisters, but it isn’t going to stop me from joining us the only way two people can.

I toss up the skirt of her dress, which doesn’t have far to go because it’s so short, and I tug her panties off.

“I want you to leave these heels on,” I say, letting my palms linger over her shins and feel the strappy laces up her legs. “I’m going to leave the whole costume on when I take you, Esmeralda.”

She smiles as I roll my tongue on the name. My girl is into role-playing.

Lowering to my knees, I long to do other things with my tongue, and the first is to taste her, to prime her for what’s going to be very real between us. I want her to feel how special she is to me while letting our bodies do all the talking.

“Pretty lady, you’re already wet,” I tease, stroking my fingers over her damp folds before leaning forward for a lick.

“You . . . really know . . . how to dance.” I love how her breath hitches with each swipe over her clit, and then I rush forward, swirling my tongue around her before dipping in. I meant what I once said to her. She’s so pure, so fresh. I’m stealing her innocence. I know she’s been wrecked before, but not like this—not under my fingers, under my tongue, under my attention.

With her fingers scratching over my head, she’s close, and I want this one before I take another with my dick deep inside her. Calling out my name on a soft purr, she curls upward, holding my face between her thighs. I stand when she settles, but I can tell she’s still on the edge, and I want another orgasm from her. I quickly unbuckle my belt and tug it free from the loops, then shove my loose jeans to my hips. I don’t need them off. Not yet.

“Zorro wants to take the lady.”

She giggles until my mouth covers hers, forcing her to taste herself on my lips. My fingers slip into her, telling her more is coming. I pull back and remember we need one more thing. Standing to my full height, I tug the packet from my back pocket, then sheath myself before I return to her entrance.

“That’s important, isn’t it?” she questions, and I don’t know what she means, but I’m not about to get into a discussion about protection. I want inside her.

I press forward, breaching her, and then I can’t hold back.

“Tricia,” I warn, feeling her take me in. She’s so warm, so tight. Unable to stop myself, I thrust forward, slamming to her depths and filling her until I can’t get deeper. Her breath rushes out, and I still, taking a breath myself. The intensity of her gaze. The squeeze of her thighs. Her hands reach for my ass, holding me in place. It’s never felt like this, and I’ll never be the same after her.

“We’re going to dance,” I tell her, and I slowly pull back.

“I’ll follow you anywhere,” she whispers, and I chuckle. She can’t mean it. She means following my lead to dance.

“That what got you so hot?”

“Everything about you makes me hot,” she says. “Your smile. Your eyes. That laugh.”

I laugh, not knowing what she means, and her mouth curls into a smile in response. Damn, do I love her. Her fingertips clutch at my ass as I draw back and then surge forward. Forward and back. Her hips move with mine, greedy to follow me until her breaths start stuttering, and I know she’s close again.