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I kissed him again, biting his lower lip before asking, “You sure? It isn’t killing you right now?”
Darren slid his hands down my waist and over the curve of my butt, pulling me against him so I could feel how hard he was beneath his jeans. “Not as much as something else is right now.” He kissed me once more, cupping my thighs and lifting me up. I wrapped my legs around him, holding on tightly as he walked us through the house and toward the bedroom.
We paused in the hallway to take my shirt off. Darren didn’t paw me like most men would have, he gazed down at the tops of my breasts like a man dying of thirst but too polite to ask for it.
“Touch me,” I whispered into the darkened hallway. When he didn’t move right away, I reached behind me and undid my bra. I threw it to the side, exposing my breast to him. Darren’s gaze ate up my bare skin, and still, he didn’t touch me.
I pressed my chest against him, rubbing my nipples along his warm flesh. “If you can’t touch my breasts, then what I plan to happen next is going to be a bit hard.”
Darren chuckled. “And what do you expect to happen?”
I leaned back from him, arching a brow. “If the position we’re in doesn’t tell you, then I don’t know what you’ve been doing with Antoine, but it’s not sex.”
“Oh, no. Believe me, what Antoine does is nothing like this.” Darren slid his hands over my ass and then back down my thighs. “He’d never let me be in so much control.”
I snorted. “You too, huh?”
Grinning slightly, Darren’s eyes dipped to my chest. “I won’t grope you like a teenage boy in the hallway. You deserve more than that. You deserve adoration, a bed, and time. Lots of time.”
I wiggled in his arms. “Then giddy up,signore. This sauce needs your noodle.”
Darren arched a brow at me and then laughed, shaking his head. “Did you just try and make an Italian pun? Because that was horrible.”
Shrugging, I looped my arms around his shoulders. “I don’t know any sexy Italian innuendos. Sue me.”
He said something in Italian too fast for me to understand, but I understood one word.Scoparti.My ex-boyfriend had said that enough to me to know what it meant. Fuck you and not in the insulting sense.
I leaned my head back to meet his gaze. “What was that?”
Darren grinned. “I’ll show you.”
Finally, Darren lifted me away from the wall and walked us to the bedroom. He lowered me to the bed and knelt between my thighs. Darren’s dark head bent over me, murmuring Italian against my skin. His mouth skimmed over my neck, burning all the way down to my chest. His fingers brushed against the curve of my breasts, his tongue wet and warm circled around my nipple before encasing it in his mouth. My back arched against his face, pushing my chest further into his mouth.
Lacing my fingers into his hair, I tugged on it until he released my nipple with a pop. “Later. Adore me later. Fuck me now.”
Darren chuckled. The sound of it all male, the only way men did it when they were thinking about sex. It made things low inside of me tighten, and grow wet. Well, wetter.
Sliding his hands from my breasts, he trailed them down my stomach and along the edge of my pants. Like an old pro, he flicked my pants open, unzipped them, and had them and my panties halfway down my legs before I knew what was happening.
“Someone’s had practice,” I breathed as my hot center was exposed to the cool air of the room.
Darren lowered his mouth to my hip bone, dragging his mouth along the bone. “Decades of practice.”
My hips jerked at one spot, and he did it again. “Darren. Please.”
“Oh, I like that.” Darren's lips curled against me, lifting his eyes. “Do it again.”
Usually, I’d have argued the fact, but my body burned too hot to stop, and I’d do just about anything to get him inside of me now. “Please, Darren. No more teasing.”
“What do you want?”
I threw my head back and growled, “Ugh, you fucking men. You can’t just fuck me. You have to make me say it.” I looked down at him, my brows drawn. “I want you to take your pants off and fuck me until I can’t see straight. Clear enough?”
“Yes,” Darren breathed as if something in him could finally relax. Pulling away from me, he removed his own pants as quickly as he did mine. When Darren came back to me, he cupped my arms, lifting me up against him before sliding inside of me without even having to look. Practice, he’d said. It made me wonder briefly how much practice he’d had, but then Darren was moving, and I couldn’t think of anything else but the back of my eyelids.
“Fuck. Fuck.” Darren murmured into my ear, thrusting against me once more. “You feel...oh...fuck.”
I never expected Darren to be so talkative during sex. He hadn’t been the last two times we’d been intimate. Maybe it was something to do with Antoine since he was there both times.
