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“You.”
Her eyes widen slightly, like she’s pleased to hear that as she inches forward a little in her seat. “What about me?”
The corner of my mouth tilts up as I quirk a brow at her. “Do you really want to know?”
I can lay it all out there, but I don’t know if she’s ready to hear it. If she’lleverbe.
“I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t,” she retorts with a shrug, her eyes shimmering with a hint of teasing.
The slight tilt to my mouth turns into a full smirk as I shake my head at her. “Bullshit, Wren. Bull. Shit,” I state, leaning back in my seat as she eyes me. “Don’t lie,Bellissima, not when we both know my gruff voice has your thighs rubbing together. You could be just setting me up to talk about shit you don’t care about so you can get yourself off later.”
Her jaw falls slack for the briefest of seconds, confirming I’ve caught her off guard, but it’s quickly squashed as she rises from her seat. “I mean, I was hoping I could convince you to let me come on your dick instead, but beggars can’t be choosers. Can they, Vito? At least this way, I know exactly what I need to get the job done.”
Her shoulders roll back and she moves toward the toilet as my heart thunders in my chest.
“Like fuck you are.”
The words are out of my mouth before I even realize it, and I stand to grab her by the waist, pulling her toward me as I fall into my seat, bringing her with me. Her thighs fall to either side of mine, her hands clutching my shoulders as I grip her waist.
We stare at each other for what feels like an eternity, before I finally find my tongue. “How are you even real,Bellissima?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” she breathes back in response without missing a beat, and silence consumes us as we stare deep into each other's eyes.
The hum of the airplane engine is amplified in my ears, until I watch her gaze cut from mine, glancing down between us before she looks back up at me with a pained glint in her blue pools.
“Vito, I’m so sorry for what I—”
I slam my pointer finger against her lips, cutting her off from finishing her sentence as I shake my head at her. “There’s nothing to apologize for, Wren, so I really don’t want to hear it.” Her eyebrows furrow as her lips move against my finger, but no words come out. “I’m not mad at you for what happened in New York, Wren. If anything, I’m fucking impressed and I’mneverimpressed.” My hands flex on her waist, trying to silently convey the truth in my words.
“So you’re saying that being a bitch turns you on? Noted.”
I roll my eyes at her as my grip tightens. “No, you beingyouturns me on,” I state, grinding my now rock-hard cock exactly where it wants to be as she stifles a groan.
“It definitely does,” she mutters, her hands lifting to my shoulders, and in the next breath, her lips are on mine. Or are mine on hers? Either way, we’re melting into each other effortlessly.
Bringing my hands to her back, I pin her chest to mine as I devour her lips, teasing her plump mouth with my tongue, before the heat of hers touches mine.
Fuck.
I want more, I need more, I have to have more.
Blindly gripping the hem of her tank top as I continue to consume her lips, I pull at the material until I hear the telltale sound of it tearing. I pull back just in time to watch as the final threads pull apart, revealing her breasts beneath them.
No bra.
Hot. As. Fuck.
It’s like she knew I was going to feast on them.
Without uttering a word, she lifts up on her knees, bringing her pretty pink nipples to my mouth as her hands run over my cropped hair, encouraging me closer. I don’t need her to tell me twice as I suck on her taut peaks gently at first, before intensifying my suction until she groans. Her head falls back with a sigh. My brothers grunt and curse, but that only encourages me to feast on her more.
Skimming my hands over her skin to find the waistband of her leggings, I tug the material, groaning at the noise as it echoes in my ears. When I can’t get the leggings to rip any further, I release her nipple to let her lean back against the table behind her.
Her heated gaze remains on mine as I reach for her panties, slowly dragging them down her thighs to meet the torn fabric of her leggings until she’s bare before me. Running my tongue over my bottom lip, I feel my heartbeat start to gallop in my chest as I yearn for something I’ve never considered before.
Without further ado, I grab her hand in mine and bring it to my throat. Her eyes widen in surprise as she falls back into my lap, eager to do exactly what I’m offering.
The scarred skin doesn’t have the same sensations as the rest of my body, not usually, but under her touch, it feels like I’m on fire because I feel every inch of her fingertips against me.
