Page 44 of Effortless

“Frustrating, Tom. You’re incredibly arrogant and frustrating.”

“All of that and more, yeah.”

His smug smile was still firmly in place. She almost wanted to wipe it right off his face, but she didn’t. It seemed like her mind and body were not in agreement at all. One part of her was as angry as she could ever be—indignant that he called her out like that—while another part was extremely turned on.

“This does not accurately reflect how I feel right now,” she told him with narrowed eyes. “Just so you know, Tommaso.”

“What’s this?”

“This!”

She reached up and grabbed his jaw, letting her manicured fingernails dig into his olive-toned skin as she pulled him in for a kiss that burned straight through her body. Like a fucking forest fire that had just caught a breeze, the intensity kicked up in her blood stream, thickening the heat in her body with every strike of his tongue against hers. It burned out of control, and devastated every rule and line she had in those moments.

He had been right.

She hated it.

His kiss reminded her of the way he fucked—strong and brutal. Every inch unforgiving and demanding. All hot and not a taste of sweetness to be found. Enough to make her wet and weak at the same damn time.

Tommaso groaned a sexy rumble as one of his arms wrapped around her back. He dragged her even closer to his body, and then grabbed her ass. In one moment, Camilla had been standing on the ground. In the next, she was lifted and sat down on the hood of the Bugatti.

She was all too aware that they were in a public underground garage, but that didn’t seem to matter to her overheating body at the moment. Unashamed, and needing some kind of friction to soothe the sudden ache between her thighs, she widened her legs to let Tommaso slip in between them and get closer.

His erection grinded against her jeans. Like a silly, horny teenager getting her first taste of what pleasure might feel like, she moved her hips to feel more—to get more. She fisted his blazer and kept him tight against her body. His fingers dug into her backside, pulling her into the hard ridge of his cock.

Rhythmic and constant.

Firm and persistent.

Tommaso’s lips ghosted over her throat, and his teeth left bite marks on her collarbones. He sucked on her neck as she trembled, and probably left a nice mark behind there, too.

As his mouth drifted to her ear, Camilla felt ready to explode.

All his sinfulness came back in a blink.

A few quick words.

Pretty slut. And, gonna come rubbing on me like this? Where’s your self-control, Cam?

With him, she had none.

Camilla couldn’t find it in herself to be ashamed.

Not at all.

It was only when Tommaso’s lips found hers again, and he kissed her hard enough to make her mouth go numb, did the pressure finally release. She orgasmed with nothing but the pressure of his dick rubbing against her clit through her jeans.

And somehow, Camilla wasn’t even surprised.

“Holy fuck,” she mumbled into Tommaso’s neck.

His laughter rumbled all over her body in the best of ways. She was still rocking her hips against his groin, and trying to get the last bit of that feeling she could. Thankfully, the garage was still empty, and she considered getting down on the ground to her knees right then and there to repay the favor.

Tommaso’s fingers gripped tightly onto her thighs, and stopped her from moving. “Christ, you have got to stop, Cam, before you make me come in my pants like a damn fool.”

Breathless, she tossed her head back and giggled. “Like you just did for me?”

“Hey, that takes skill. It doesn’t take anything at all to do it for a guy, thanks.”