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Nico snorts, a flash of humor in his eyes. “Yes. Ouch.”
That’s him: my Nico. I grin at him, relieved, and wriggle against his hard thighs to get comfier. And up until this moment, I’ve been focused on working out what’s wrong, but now that I know we’re okay…
It’s a very nice lap. Strong and steady and warm beneath my bare thighs, exactly like I’ve been dreaming it would be.
Game time.
There’s no script for this situation. No list of instructions for seducing your rescuer in the back of a moving car. I’m winging it, flying blind, and Nico watches with open fascination as I raise his injured hand to my lips.
I drop a feather-light kiss on each of his knuckles, holding his gaze the whole time.
His chest heaves; my breaths come shallow. And with each brush of my lips, my body wakes up a little more, nerves crackling and heat pooling in my belly. What’s that myth about brushes with death being a huge turn on? That would explain why I’ve been wound tight since the very first night I met this man. Flustered and too hot under my clothes.
“Thank you, bella.” The mobster sounds strained. His throat bobs, and his free hand shifts to rest on my thigh as I skate my lips over his last knuckle. “Raul never kisses it better.”
Ha. Maybe it’s no myth after all.
“I’m not scared of you, Nico.” Doubt flickers in his eyes, but it’s replaced with crackling heat when I grab his other hand and draw it under the hem of my sleep shirt. It’s a baggy red men’s t-shirt, faded and stretched, the lettering worn, but I swear nothing has ever felt sexier as Nico pushes it up my thighs.
My hands tremble as I yank my coat zipper down, shrugging my arms out of the sleeves and letting it fall behind me into the bottom of the car. Then I’m balanced on the mobster’s lap, knees sinking into the leather seats beside his hips, and all I’m wearing is this scrap of old fabric and a battered pair of old sneakers.
“Whose shirt is this?” Nico asks pleasantly, and he is such a bullshitter.
“It’s from a thrift store, Falasca. Stand down.”
The mobster grins, sharp and dangerous, and a thrill skitters down my spine. Seriously, what is wrong with me?
“Good. I already beat one man unconscious today.”
Yeah, he did—to save my life. My teeth dig into my bottom lip, and I’m already rocking my hips forward, urging his fingers to get where I want him to go. “There’s no need to be jealous.”
Seriously. Now that I’ve tastedthis, how could I ever settle for less?
Nico hums, mouth quirking up when his fingertips skate between my legs. I gasp, gripping his shoulders for balance as he says, “No underwear, bella.”
Nope, and it’s just as well, because they’d be soaked through. Nico slicks his fingers through my wetness, the traitorous evidence of how far gone I am, then swirls light circles over my clit.
Oh mygod.Teeth clenched, I tip my head back to the ceiling, because he’s barely touched me and already my whole body is on fire. That injured hand lands on my thigh, gripping possessively. Kneading and squeezing.
“Shit.” I’m rocking against his hand, whining like I’m out of my mind. Hey, maybe I am. “Nico, touch me. Touch my pussy.”
The mobster is calm as he slides two fingers down to my entrance, and that composure doesn’t break until he pushes inside me, the tight fit making my head swim. Surprise flits over his face.
“Fuck,” he mutters, and I huff a laugh, thighs burning as I rise and fall over his hand. My body is adjusting to the stretch, muscles aching and nerves tingling. Feels so freaking good, and I can’t help picking up speed. Can’t help pushing down harder onto his fingers, especially when his thumb swipes my clit.
“Yeah. See, there’sreallyno need to be jealous.”
His groan echoes around the quiet car, and Nico tips forward, hand twisting beneath me. I expect him to rest his forehead on my shoulder, but instead hebitesme, gentle but possessive. Holds my shoulder between his teeth.
Such an animal. And my heart thunders behind my ribs; I’m breathing in short gasps, slickness spreading over my inner thighs.
I’m too hot. Too sensitive. Too desperate to do anything except moan, stomach muscles twitching as I ride the mobster’s hand. Can’t even feel the ache in my throat anymore—can only feel pleasure, rising hot in my body like a wave.
“Nico.”
“I’ve got you, baby.” He’s let go of my shoulder to speak, turning his head to lick my bruised neck. “You’re so pretty, letting loose like this. So desperate for me to make you come. Isn’t that right?”
My heartbeat’s thumping in my ears. “Uh-huh. Please, I want to come.”
