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“It bothers you that I think you could do that.”
It’s a statement, not a question. Her coming here changes everything between us, everything I thought about her. Her voice is barely more than a whisper when she speaks. Is she breathless from me being so close, or does she still have an awareness of how precarious our situation is? Both?
“I’m many things you probably don’t like right now, but I will never hurt you or make someone else do it.”
I lean forward, my hands bracketing her.
“More fool am I that I believe you.”
“Am I a fool to think you won’t hurt me?”
“No. I will never hurt you,piccolina.”
Her brow furrows. I let my right hand drop before I cup her jaw. Her eyes droop shut for a second, and I know she relishes me touching her as much I do touching her. This has been building since we met. Even right now when I no longer trust her like I did only hours ago. Her eyes pop open, and I see her chest rise with a deep breath. My hand slides down her throat until it rests at the base. I know it’s heavy there, but I don’t apply any pressure.
“You like me calling you that as much as you like your little game of cat and mouse.”
“Gabriele, that’s not why I like it.”
Her voice grows softer with each word.
“Tell me why.”
My voice is just as low, but the command is clear.
“That.”
My eyebrows shoot up, but I say nothing more.
“The way it sounds when you say it. I like that.”
I bring my lips only millimeters from hers, but I don’t kiss her. Everything about this is heated in a way our attraction hasn’t been since we met. Maybe it’s the darkness of this hallway and dim lighting in the restroom. Maybe it’s the fucking danger she put herself in. Put me in because there was no way I wouldn’t follow her, and I think she fucking knows it deep down.
“Tell me why,piccolina.”
She shudders as she opens her mouth, but whatever she was about to say, she refuses to let me hear. Does she have a name for me? Does she not want me to know that?
“It sounds— protective —possessive. You sound so certain.”
“Because I am. You are mine.”
I don’t wait another second for what I’ve craved since the moment I first saw her. My lips press to hers, and she opens to me at the same instant. I drive my tongue into her mouth, and she sucks. Holy fuck. My hand leaves her throat to fist her hair. She knows I want her. She wants me to know she wants this, too.
I press my body against hers, trapping her between me and the wall. I grind my dick against her pussy. She fists my shirt for a moment then releases it. Her hands go to my waist, her fingers dipping beneath my belt and pants, tugging me closer. Her hips rock against me, and I nudge her legs open with mine. I slide my thigh between hers, giving her the friction I know she needs.
Her moan.
Fucking hell. That sound. I might come instead of making her come. I want to make her keep doing that. I want to hear it in the car on the way to my place. I want to hear it in the elevator up to my penthouse. I want to hear it as we walk through my door. And I sure as fuck want to hear it as I pound my cock into her as we lie in my bed. I might never let her leave it.
She pulls away, panting. I’m breathing just as hard, but I know how to be silent. I don’t think she wants to be. I think she wants me to know what I’m doing to her. That or she has no idea and can’t control it.
“More.”
It’s a plea that I want to satisfy, but I haven’t completely forgotten where we are. Anyone could walk in and see us, and that is one thing I won’t allow. No one will watch me pleasure my woman.
“Do want to fuck?”
“I want you to fuck me.”
