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Kate, what are you doing?!
He closes the door silently by twisting the knob and only releasing it when it’s aligned with the frame. He walks to the next door down the hall and I follow closely behind. The banister overlooking the living room is right next to us, and if someone stares hard enough, they’d see us in the dark. We need to hurry.
I nudge his ribs and he opens the door, revealing a queen bed centered under a window with nightstands on either side. I squint to try and make out the painting on the wall perpendicular to the bed, but it’s too dark.
“Perfect,” he whispers. When his eyes land on mine, they turn to smoke, his eyelids lowering slightly. His lips land on mine so suddenly that I gasp when his tongue swipes across my upper lip. Recovering, I reach my hesitant tongue to meet his, and it feels like pure sin. He tastes so good, like cinnamon and the smoke in his eyes.
Wait— does he smoke?
I don’t have time to ponder it when he distracts me by biting into my lower lip, his hands reaching my waist and ramming me up against the door frame. Everything sounds as loud as a tornado, and my eyes pop open in fear.
I find Lorenzo’s eyes closed, but only for a moment. As though by instinct, they flutter open and meet mine. I feel his lips lift against mine, the smile reaching his eyes. Fuck, the way he’s looking at me…
It’s like I’m the only thing that matters right now. Like his hands traveling torturously slow up my front to cup my breasts, causing my nipples to harden, is all he wants to be doing. Like his mouth on mine, his tongue dancing provocatively to the same tune as my own, is the only flavor he ever wants to taste.
Maybe he was right, I do know how he feels, because it’s exactly how I feel. I suck his lower lip as his tongue swipes across my upper, and we groan at the same time. Our energies are matching in perfect synchronicity. My pussy clenches with desire, sending another wave of dampness to my panties.
I tilt my hips to him but he breaks the kiss and I whimper. Iactuallywhimper from the loss of the feel of his soft, pliable lips on mine. He takes one of my hands in his, giving it a light squeeze.
“I got you, don’t worry. But let’s get in here, just in case.” His hands release my breasts and if they could cry tears, they would. He pushes the door open lightly, revealing the full room to us. There’s a dresser opposite the bed and a closet opposite the painting.
This must be a guest room.
Which means Lorenzo picked up on that. And quickly.How many times has he done this?
I don’t like the rumble that sends through my chest. Am I just going to be another notch in his metaphorical bed post? I want to ask, but it doesn’t feel appropriate for… whatever this is. A one-night stand, right?
“What’s going on in that badass brain of yours?”
Lorenzo’s voice in my ear jolts me back to the present. He wraps his arms around my midriff and pulls me to him, reminding me why I’m here.
The bottom line is, it doesn’t matter what he’s done before or why he’s doing this now. I made my choice. As much as I want to ask him every question I’m thinking, to know every answer so I can fully understand him, I won’t.
Tonight is about fun, nothing more. Asking my questions will only put a damper on the night.
He pulls his head back after the long stretch of silence. “Kate?”
I shake my head and place my hands over his on my stomach, my palms rubbing his knuckles. That alone excites me. I might be in way over my head here. “Nothing.”
The fact that he doesn’t move tells me he wants to question me further, but he doesn’t. A moment later, he brings his head to my neck and kisses the sensitive area near my shoulder. He would somehow know the magical key to my body.
The moan it elicits obviously pleases him, because he pushes his hips into me and inhales deeply. The rush I feel from the sound of his breath and the insanity of what we’re doing is the only thing keeping me going.
Well, that and the throbbing in my clit.
My eyes dart to the door. “I locked it,” he murmurs in a raspy voice. Why does it feel like he always knows what I’m thinking? Maybe he felt my head move an inch.
He grabs my hips and spins me to face him, holding me out at arms distance. His heated eyes sweep over me, lingering on my legs and chest. My stomach swoops and I find that I love the way he’s looking at me.
It’s like he wants to memorize this moment forever and never let it go. Or maybe that’s just me.
His eyes meet mine and that swooping travels lower, right to where it aches. He licks his lips and my mouth parts.
“See, princess? You can feel how I feel, just as I feel how you feel.” His fingers tighten their hold before he pulls me to him. I lean in for the kiss but he only brings his forehead to mine.
“Do you have any boundaries?”
“W–What?”
