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“Interesting technique,” I said and pressed her wrists to the wall, before sliding them up, causing her to gasp and arch into me as I crowded against her, letting her feel the hard length of me, the beginning of an erection in my jeans. “But if you wanted me to kiss you, you could’ve just asked.”
I crushed my lips over hers before she could retort, sweeping my tongue inside and dominating her mouth. Sara squirmed abit, but then she went pliant, a desperate sound coming from her throat, and I grinned. Lightly, I pulled back, teasing her with kisses that didn’t satisfy the raging need for either of us.
She let out a feral growl as I teased my lips up her jaw. “Daniel.”
I put my lips to her ear and took a dark satisfaction in how she shuddered against me. “Beg.” My teeth caught the shell of her ear and she bucked. “Or tell me to stop.”
“Go fuck yourself,” she panted, then she let out a whimper as I kissed below her ear, stretching her arms up higher and forcing her chest to brush mine. “I—oh. Come on.” I’d moved down, barely touching her skin with my lips and found her collarbone. “I—please.” Her voice hit a high note as I kissed the base of her throat. “Daniel, please.Please.”
“Please, what?”
“Please come here,” she begged. “And let me go—let me touch you.”
“No,” I said and gently bit her lower lip. “Beg me to kiss you, Sara.”
“Kiss me,” she said, and her eyes blazed into mine. “Now.”
I knew I shouldn’t, I’d meant to torture her, to pull back at this point—but instead I obeyed. I kissed her, harder and harder, more and more desperately. She kissed me back with the sameferocity, anger and want clashing between us, until I thought I’d lose my mind. At some point, I’d pinned both of Sara’s hands with one hand, and had the other fisted in her hair, tugging her head back for better access, and she’d slung a leg around my hips.
A sudden banging on the door interrupted us and I turned, keeping Sara behind me as I reached for my gun, only to sag with relief when I realized it was knocking.
“Yo, Danny, are you in there?” Heavy called from the hallway.
“It’s probably unlocked, dumbass,” Artie drawled, and the doorknob turned.
I whipped around to Sara, taking in her swollen lips and messy hair, before I propelled her toward the bathroom. She narrowed her eyes at me, but went inside, and tried to straighten my shirt, adjusting myself right before Heavy, Artie, and some of the other guys burst in.
“What the fuck dude?” Heavy bellowed. “You can’t answer the damn door?”
I shrugged. “It was unlocked.”
Artie gave me a onceover and his eyes narrowed slightly. “You feelin’ okay?”
“Yeah, why?” I asked and slung my hands in my pockets. “Just want to get this shit over with.”
Heavy, Artie, and Pasquale exchanged looks, then came up to me, while the other guys dumped packing equipment on the floor, parking the dollies, and arguing about the couch.
“Wait for Sara before you touch shit,” I barked, and they jumped, then nodded, dispersing to get the coffee and snacks in the kitchen. Meanwhile, I looked at the three who’d come up to me. “What?”
“You look flushed, cuz,” Pasquale said, his eyes flicking over me. “And kinda…”
“Disheveled,” Heavy supplied and we all looked at him, not hiding our surprise at that kind of vocabulary coming from Heavy. “What? I know shit.”
“If you’re sick,” Artie started to say in a low voice, then broke off as he gaped behind me. “Oh, Madonna.”
“Not quite.”
I jumped as Sara came up next to me, ignoring me, and flashing the guys a brilliant smile. The three of them went dopey-faced, staring at her, and I felt a bolt of irritation snap up my spine.
“E' l'amica di Lia?” Pasquale asked.
“No,” Artie responded, sounding dazed. “Deve essere una dea.”
Meanwhile, Heavy glanced at me, and his face went white. I frowned as he took a step back, his hand slapping against Pasquale’s shoulder. “Frate, guarda Daniele. Deve essere lei la ragione per cui si comporta in modo strano.”
Artie and Pasquale slowly shook their heads, blinking and looking over at me. They also took steps back and offered me nervous smiles. “Scusa amico,” Artie said.
I could feel heat rising in my face as I tried to smile and shake my head. “Io non sono... non c'è niente tra di noi.”
