AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“I’m not lying, not really.”
Her hands landed on my chest, sliding up to rest on my shoulders. My body roared to life at the smallest of touches.
I covered her hand with mine, pushing it down to the vee of my shirt.
“Explain that to me, Noemi,” I demanded. “While you unbutton my shirt.”
Her mouth parted as she met my eyes, but she didn’t hesitate. Her fingers moved to the first button.
“I’m not disappointed in the room,” she said, licking her lip as the first button came undone.
Her hands moved to the second, released it, then moved down to the third, then the fourth. The edges of her fingers skimmed my bare skin as the fabric fell away. The heat rose between us. The closer her fingers came to the waistband of my pants, the slower her hands moved, the shallower her breaths became, and the less eye contact she made with me.
“You said you wanted romance. I can’t give that to you.”
Her hand hesitated over the last button.
“I know,” she whispered hoarsely. “But you asked me what my fantasy was, and I told you. I never onceexpectedall of that. All ofthis.”
She waved her hand around the room. Capturing it in the air, I moved it to the button of my trousers.
Noemi’s eyes drifted shut as she sucked in a nervous breath.
I leaned forward, rubbing my cheek over the top of her head, feeling her silky hair cling to my evening stubble. I kept my hand over hers, urging her toward what I wanted, what I believed webothwanted.
Lightly biting her lower lip, Noemi hesitated.
“Go ahead,bambina,” I urged, not recognizing the husky tone of my voice. “Touch me. Please.”
I didn’t know the man who begged a woman to touch him, but when Noemi’s hand lightly skimmed my abdomen, causing my muscles to tighten for her, I sucked in a shallow breath of relief.
No. I didn’t know how to do romance, but my ignorance didn’t take away from the heat that existed between us. I couldn’t deny it and was quickly losing any desire to try. I burned for her, and all the flowers and candles in the world couldn’t increase how much I wanted her. I didn’t need any additional trappings when all I had to do was look at her.
And when she touched me...fuck. I felt more alive than I ever had. I led a life of depravity; of sadism, of pleasure taken from extinguishing the life of others. None of it compared to how I felt when I was deep inside Noemi.
I blew out a breath as Noemi dragged two fingers down my breastbone, skimmed my abdomen, and stopped just above my waistline. Her palms flattened against me, and she ran both hands up my chest to rest on my shoulders under my shirt.
“Off,” I growled. The weight of the fabric felt like a blanket of stone that I needed to be freed from, but it was a freedom only she could give me.
With a flick of both wrists, Noemi released the shirt from my shoulders. Her hands roamed my chest at will. I did nothing to stop her delicate touches. Every sweep of her hand sent a shudder through my body, her touch a drug I was quickly becoming addicted to. I wanted her to stop so I could get inside her as fast as she’d let me, but I didn’t want to end the pleasure. When I tipped my head back and groaned at sensations that were becoming unbearable, her movements slowed. Her hands traveled back to the waistband of my pants.
I opened my eyes to look down into hers. Hesitation met desperation. I needed her touch. I needed to be in her hands. I needed that softness sliding over my cock. Ineededher.
