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I moaned as his fingers slid down the back of my dress, cupping my ass. God, his hands were so large. Being touched by him was so different from being felt up by tentative, clumsy dates.
As his mouth devoured mine, I let my hands roam freely over his torso. The muscles under his shirt were so pronounced. Suddenly, it wasn’t enough to only feel them through his clothes.
With a groan of anticipation, I tugged the bottom of his shirt out of his pants. My fingers found his buttons and started undoing them, one by one.
When I got them all undone, Cesare stepped back, pulling his shirt off. To my amusement, he hastily folded up his shirt, arranging it into a bundle and setting it on top of the fridge next to the flowers. But when he turned back to me, all humor was forgotten, and all I could do was to stare.
His body was incredible. The eight pack abs were worthy of a much longer look, but I couldn’t help running my fingers over his massive biceps, broad shoulders, and chiseled pecs. He let me look—and touch—as much as I liked. I could see the hunger in his eyes, but he let me explore his warm, tan skin, and I took full advantage of that.
But as I squeezed his huge biceps, his gaze returned to my mouth and his head dipped again.
God, the man knew how to kiss.
This time, as he ravished my mouth, his large palm was on my bare leg where the hem of my tight dress had ridden up. His fingers slid under the edge, and it bunched up more when he glided his hand up my thigh.
My breath caught as I tracked the warmth of his touch as he moved higher and higher toward my core. When he reached the top of my thigh, he slid his hand to the side, bringing it up over my hip.
“No panties?” he whispered against my ear.
I blushed, wishing it were dark so that he couldn’t see my embarrassment. “The line of the panties showed under my dress, so I didn’t wear any. I didn’t think we’d—”
“You think too much. And though the pink on your cheeks is cute as hell, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. “I fucking love it,” he confessed, the richness in his voice sending tingles of arousal across my body. He flexed the muscles in his arms as he slid me forward on the counter, causing my dress to bunch up at my hips. Now I could spread my legs, and I did. He wasted no time in pressing between him. I could feel the hard bulge in his pants, but I was mesmerized by his flat abs. I stared at them so long that it took me a minute to notice his tattoos. I vowed to examine them later—after I’d had my fill of touching him.
As if anyone could ever get their fill of touching a body like that.
Cesare left just enough space between us to slide his hand up my inner thigh. And then he cupped my slit, and I arched my back and cried out. His hand was so large that I had to spread my legs even wider. I did so, lifting them up and hooking them around his hips.
One of his powerful arms wrapped around me as he pressed his hot fingers against my slit. Then he traced up and down it, no doubt feeling how aroused I was.
My inner walls clenched as I closed my eyes. My head tilted back involuntarily, and he moved his mouth to my throat while his long finger stroked up and down my folds.
Oh my god.
He nibbled on the delicate skin of my throat and then resumed kissing me.
Every move he made was done with purpose. With decisiveness. And every single action turned me on even more.
God, had I missed that… a man, trying to get me in the mood, not just trying to get what he wanted within ten minutes. Cesare used his free hand to unzip my dress, and I tugged down the straps. The dress ended up bunched around my waist, not covering any part of me. Cesare must’ve come to the same conclusion because he lifted me easily and slid it down my legs. This time, he seemed too aroused to fold it as he had his shirt.
His gaze was fixed on my breasts, and the hunger in his eyes made the moisture increase between my legs. He pushed just the tip of his finger inside me at the same time he cupped one of my breasts, lifting it up. He licked and kissed his way down to it, and when his mouth sucked in my nipple, I almost came.
Everything faded away except for the huge man who was playing my body like a fiddle—or maybe more like a guitar. His thick finger circled my entrance, making me gasp for more while his tongue flicked over my nipple.
“God, you feel good, Piper.” His words were clear even though he still had his mouth pressed against my breast. “Firm but soft.” Then he slid a second finger an inch into my inner channel. “And so tight. You’re perfect.”
That was rich coming from a man with a body like his. A body I was currently running my hands all over.
He pressed the heel of his palm into my clit and exhaled hard over my chest. His mouth hovered over my breast as he looked into my half-open eyes.
If I had any doubts up ‘til that point, that single glance was enough to blow them away. The dark brown eyes were an endless pool, seeming to show into his soul. I read desire in that gaze. Passion. Admiration. Desire. All the things that turned me on were rolled into one. And I was ready and willing to savor each and every one of them.
His lips moved to my other breast as my hands sank into his short, dark hair. The tip of his tongue formed a slow, sensual circle around my nipple. His fingers pushed farther inside of me, and I gasped. It was already a stretch, and it was just two fingers.
Cesare caught my eye, making sure I was okay, but he didn’t withdraw his fingers. In fact, after a long moment, he pushed them in more.
My stomach clenched as he stretched me. It made me wonder what it would feel like if he added another finger—or if he replaced his fingers with his cock.
His warm, wet tongue stroked my nipple and flicked it up and down, the sensations sweeping me away.
