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Did he think that had changed?
“Why are you here, Brooks?” he asked again, his eyes aflame with suspicion.
Right. Time to be the bigger person. Because what I’d just thought was true. No, it wasn’t my fault if he was too fucking stupid to figure it out. It just meant I had to actually tell him.
“I came,” I ground out, “to make sure you were fucking safe, you asshole. You actually think the Rossis came after your family, or that I sent them? Don’t make me laugh, Anthony. I’vealwayshad your back. I’ve always covered for you. And when I heard the Massimos were hit, you were the first thing I thought of. I hauled ass to the bar to make sure you were okay. And when you weren’t there, I knew you’d come here. And I came after you. Because if the Rossis decide to hit the Massimos before the Massimos hit the Rossis, I’m the only thing that’s going to stand between you and the business end of Joseph Rossi’s gun. Don’t be an idiot, Anthony. If I’d wanted you dead, I would have done the job myself.”
I left out the part about wanting to come to see if he had more information on what his family might do.
Honestly, this just didn’t seem like the time to bring that up.
He stared into my eyes like he was trying to see right into my brain to tell whether I was telling him the truth... and I stared right back.
“Call me a liar,” I hissed. “I dare you.”
His eyes got even narrower as he considered doing just that.
And then he slammed his mouth down on mine and kissed me like his entire body was a weapon and he was trying to kill me with it. I froze, so shocked that I couldn’t move for a moment, and then my body remembered who this was and what we were going through and came alive like a flame bursting to life. I yanked my hands from his grasp and tangled my fingers in his hair, holding his head still while I let his mouth ravage mine. It wasn’t a kiss, really. It was a battle. All tongues and teeth and harsh, rasping breaths as we tore at each other.
I’d never been so aroused in my life. My body hummed with the tension we’d been building between us and the memory of what we’d once been, and his rocking hips and hard cock told me he was erect and ready, his body seeming to answer whatever mine was telling it.
I groaned deep in my throat and took one hand down his chest and stomach, finding his cock and pressing against it. He returned the groan and I felt his mouth curve in a wicked smile against my lips.
God, this man.
A few quick flicks of his hands and his belt was undone, the hard length of his erection pushing up over the waistband of his jeans. I brushed my fingers over the soft velvet of the tip, feeling him wet and ready, and my knees turned to jelly. When his fingers went to work on my own belt and slid downward, their tips hot and demanding against the flesh of my belly, I almost cried with need.
I’d wanted a lot of men in my life, but the want I felt for Anthony was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. It was full of the tension and need of this moment, yes. But it also held the echoes of everything we’d ever been to each other. Echoes of that one night we spent together, when we fit up against each other like we should have always been side by side. This moment, this need, held everything I’d ever felt for him, since we were too young to realize what we had between us.
It held the desperation of knowing that we might die at any moment. The realization that this might be our only chance to finally make good on a lifetime’s worth of promises.
I yanked his jeans down over his hips and cupped his ass, yanking him close enough to feel the wetness on the tip of his cock, and he grunted.
“Do I need to remind you we’re on the deck of my ship and well within sight of anyone who might be standing on the dock?” he asked, biting at my ear and letting his breath mist over my neck.
“Does it feel to you like I fucking care?” I answered, guiding one of his hands between my legs. I was wet and hot and ready, and it didn’t have anything to do with being on the dock of his ship or in a place where people might see us.
It had everything to do with Anthony Massimo finally having his hands all over my body.
“God, woman,” he moaned.
I threw my head back and lived for a moment at the point where his fingers were caressing me, everything else disappearing in the need building inside me. “Don’t stop,” I breathed. “Fuck everything else.”
“I actually thought,” he whispered, “that this would be me fucking you.”
He propped his hands under my ass and lifted me, forcing me to spread my legs and wrap them around him to keep from falling. The moment I was high enough, he brought me down on his cock, sliding in to the hilt and taking what he knew was his. I threw my head back and cried out, my body already riding higher than I’d ever felt it at the fullness inside me.
And then he started fucking me. In and out, holding me against the wall as he spread my legs further to allow him better access. There was no rhythm to it. No smooth, easy flow of people who’ve had sex before. This was all raw need, animal magnetism. Screaming lust and all the history that had come between us before. He pounded into me and I took every thrust, my nails digging into his shoulders and my teeth buried in his neck.
It was exactly what I would have said sex between us would be, if I’d been able to think clearly enough to have an opinion.
I couldn’t. I was too busy taking him in deeper and deeper and focusing on the spot he kept hitting inside me. The spot that was taking me up and up and up, toward a glass ceiling that was going to explode into a million pieces in three... two... one.
I came apart for him, breathing his name into his neck and going so still that I thought the world might have ended. Moments later, he joined me, pumping into me one last time and then growling my name like an animal. He held me tight and buried himself in me, everything still as he emptied himself, his cock twitching and making my own orgasm extend on and on.
It was all over far too quickly, and the moment my brain came back online, I realized how fucking exposed we were. As far as we knew, we were both wanted by various mob families in the city.
And we were out here fucking on the deck of a ship where any sharpshooter could take us out.
