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“It was a list of reasons why I shouldn’t sleep with you.”
He considered his own attempts at convincing himself to keep his hands off her. Right now, he was struggling to remember what was on his list. “So did I.”
Gianna’s eyes widened. “Seriously? Was Liza on it? Like you couldn’t sleep with your sister’s friend or something?”
Elio snorted. “Yeah. She was number one.”
“She was number one on mine too,” Gianna said, giggling. “That bitch!”
The two of them fell away from each other, laughing so uncontrollably and hard that Gianna dropped to her side, clutching her stomach. “Stop making me laugh.”
Elio lay down next to her, facing her, the position reminding him of the wee hours of morning, the two of them talking in bed. “Okay,” he said, gripping her waist to pull her body against his. “I will.”
He sealed his lips to hers, kissing away her giggles. Gianna’s hands rested between them, gripping the front of his T-shirt.
The kiss was a hungry one, the two of them clinging to each other as their lips and tongues danced, stroked, took.
Gianna’s grip loosened on his shirt, drifting lower, her fingers tickling his abs as she sought the hem.
Elio broke the kiss, sitting up briefly to pull his shirt over his head. He started to lay back down next to her, but Gianna stopped him. Pushing herself up, she knelt in front of him, her gaze locked on his chest.
“God, you’re so sexy,” she breathed. “I really want to have sex with you.”
“I want that too.” Elio thought he should say more, but he couldn’t for the life of him figure out what. The liquor was impairing his ability to think, so he kissed her again. “You taste good.”
“We taste like tequila. And vodka. If I wasn’t already tipsy, I think I could get drunk off your kisses.”
He’d been seduced by some of the sexiest women on the planet, but none of those experienced lovers had ever turned him on as much as Gianna was right now.
“Gianna?”
“Yeah?”
“Take off your sweater,” he demanded.
She didn’t hesitate. She pulled the sweater off in one fast motion, dropping it to the floor next to her. She wore one of those sexy push-up bras, the kind that showcased a woman’s tits to perfection.
He ran his fingers along the tops of her breasts, watching as the blush on her face crept lower, her chest going pink as well.
Elio lifted his gaze, taking in her expression. One look into her pretty blue eyes and he saw everything he needed to see.
She was beautiful, funny, and so damn sexy, she took his breath away. How had he not noticed for so many years?
“I’ve never had anyone look at me like that,” she whispered.
“Like what?”
“Like they could devour me whole.”
He cupped her jaw with one hand as the other wrapped around her waist, their eyes locked. “That’s exactly what I want to do,” he murmured, his lips moving against hers.
Gianna’s hands found their way to his shoulders as they kissed again. He could kiss her all night and never get his fill.
He reached around her, unfastening her bra with skilled fingers. Gianna slipped the straps down herself, stripping it off completely.
Elio broke the kiss, dragging his lips and tongue along the side of her neck. Gianna tilted her head, her eyes closing, her expression one of pure bliss when Elio cupped her breasts, lifting them so that he could suck one of her tight pink nipples into his mouth.
“God,” she breathed, her head falling back when he increased the pressure, the suction.
