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Just thinking about it sends a throb from my spine to my toes.
Nero’s fingers crawl down my sides until they’re hooked in the top of my leggings.
“Up,” he demands, breaking the kiss only long enough for the one word.
And then his fingers start to tug.
I use his body to steady mine as I lift my butt off the sofa, and he tugs the leggings down my hips, leaving my thong in place.
It takes some wiggling, but Nero yanks them off and tosses them aside. Then he reaches for the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head.
His eyes bore into mine. “Tell me again.”
“Um…” My breath is coming in pants. I don’t remember what we were talking about.Werewe talking about something?
Nero shoves my bra straps off my shoulders, pulling the cups down.
My tits are fully exposed, and the thin layer of my panties is the only thing left to cover me. And that is already soaked through.
“Tell me you love me.” He bends forward, taking one of my nipples in his mouth.
God, I love him.
Teeth clamp down on my nipple, making me cry out.
“Tell me, Sweet Girl.” He licks across my other peak.
“Nero!” My fingers dig into his hair, needing something to hold on to as he sucks the tip into his mouth.
“I love you.” I slide my hands down until they’re framing his face. And I feel his jaw muscles move under my palms as he sucks. “I love you so much.”
Growling low in his throat, Nero releases my nipple from his mouth to kiss me.
His lips are demanding, and I happily submit.
“Lay back.” He snags a pillow from the other end of the couch and places it behind my back. So when he presses my chest, I recline onto the pillow, with my head propped against the backrest.
I’m so exposed. The small slip of fabric between my legs, and the bra around my waist like an avant-garde belt, should feel absurd, but instead I feel sexy. And desired.
Nero drags his large hands down my sides, my hips, my legs… until he’s sitting back on his heels, drinking me in.
“So fucking perfect.”
I try to sit up, wanting to touch him back, but he presses a hand to my stomach, pushing me back down.
Nero spears me with blazing eyes. “Stay.”
His hands go to the buttons of his shirt, and I forget to fill my lungs with air.
This man. This man I love, the man whose hands I blindly dropped my life into, is something to behold.
As he shrugs his shirt off, his shoulders round with the action, muscles straining under the skin––I decide that the next time we’re together, I’m going to kiss each and every one of his scars. I’m going to memorize them and learn their stories. I’m going to soothe over the memories with my lips.
Instead of undoing his pants, like I expect him to, Nero leans down.
Oh god.
I jolt upright again. “What are you doing?!”
