Page 90 of Captivated

Her grin was salacious.

Daring.

Promising.

“Who asked for a gentleman?” she replied, that sexy glint in her eye. “You think me getting you in the tub was innocent?”

She pfft’d under her breath.

“Not even close,” she added. “I had plans, Joe. And now look at you—naked, and probably willing to give me whatever the fuck I want. Yeah, I had plans.”

Oh, he could see that now.

Liliana rocked back and forth on his lap. It made that pussy of hers grind against his length until it was fully hard, thick, and throbbing.

Goddamn.

This woman was something else.

Liliana laced her fingers together at the back of Joe’s neck, effectively keeping him locked in her barred embrace. Not that he minded. He certainly didn’t mind the sweet, soft kiss she dropped to his mouth, or how with nothing more than a nip of her teeth against his bottom lip, that kiss turned into something else entirely.

Like a little spark blown into a flame.

He couldn’t get her close enough when she kissed him—couldn’t get his hands on enough of her skin, and he certainly couldn’t get enough of those little tremors rocking her body. He kind of loved the way she tried to dominate their kiss, but she always let him win out in the end.

Joe’s hand slid up Liliana’s slick spine, and tangled into the damp waves of her hair. Tugging a bit to tilt her neck back, he took his time kissing down her throat, and tasting the salt on her skin. The spot beneath her ear was his favorite—she always gave these sweet, breathless moans when he sucked on that spot just hard enough to almost leave his mark behind. She couldn’t even stop herself from grinding on him the longer he loved on her throat and neck.

“So perfect,” he breathed against her ear. “Don’t you know that, Tesoro?”

“With you.”

Her response did something to him—like a kick in the fucking heart, but not one that really hurt. It felt strange, and good, and fucking terrifying. Absolutely everything about this woman kind of terrified Joe for reasons he wasn’t even sure he knew.

It was Liliana’s deft hand sneaking between her thighs to grab his cock that brought Joe back to the moment. The way she rubbed the head of his dick through her folds, and teased him with her touch, and the promise of her cunt.

“Say you want me,” Liliana teased.

Joe grinned. “You know I do.”

“Say it.”

He popped another kiss to her mouth, quick and fleeting. “I want you, Liliana—Ti voglio, cara bella.”

Through her lowered lashes, he saw her gaze darken. “You’re going to bring the Italian out on me now?”

“I save it for special occasions.”

“That’s unfair.”

“What is?”

“I can’t control myself when you talk like that, Joe.”

He shrugged. “Colpa mia, principessa.”

My bad, princess.

“Joe.”