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He could’ve made my life hell until the day I died.
But he chose not to.
He chose to love and take care of me.
My breathing begins to speed up, and not wanting to dwell on everything that’s happened any longer, I rush to him.
As Renzo grips hold of my hips and his head lowers, I place my hands on the sides of his neck, and press my mouth to his.
This isn’t a ‘I forgive you’ kiss. It’s filled with desperate need, and neither of us has any control over it as the kiss takes on a life of its own.
Our tongues move together as if we’ve kissed a million times, and it makes the need for more rush through my body.
My fingers find the buttons of his vest, and as I begin to undo them, Renzo lets out a groan and breaks the kiss.
He pushes me backward and shakes his head. “You’re not ready.”
Breathless and stunned, I watch him walk out of my room, and then anger explodes in my chest.
Going after him, I follow him into his bedroom. I’ve only been in here once, and again, I don’t look around.
My eyes burn on his back as I snap, “Stop taking my choices away from me. I get to decide when I’m ready.”
Pulling his vest off, he tosses it on the floor as he turns around, a look of warning darkening his features.
“Give me one good reason I should let things go further between us,” he demands.
I take a few steps closer to him, then admit, “Because we want each other.” I suck in a breath. “Because I need you.” When he walks toward me, I whisper, “I need you.”
His mouth slams down on mine, and I quickly wrap my arms around his neck so he won’t be able to pull away again.
This time, I kiss Renzo with everything I feel. He pulls me toward his bed, our mouths claiming and devouring each other.
His hands move down to my outer thighs, and gripping hold of my dress, he drags the fabric up. We have to stop kissing so the fabric can pass over my head, and the moment I’m free of the dress, I start on the buttons of his shirt while my mouth finds his again.
When I push the fabric of his dress shirt off his shoulders, and I feel his warm skin beneath my fingers, I pepper kisses down his neck and over his chest.
God, he feels so good.
His hands move up and down my sides before he unclips my bra, then taking a step back, his eyes drift over my breasts.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he breathes while he undoes his belt and the zipper of his pants.
I close the distance between us again, and our mouths fuse together while I help him shove his pants and boxers down.
“Condom,” he murmurs against my lips, and it has me quickly pushing my panties down my legs while he walks to the bedside table.
When he takes a condom from the drawer and tears the foil open, my eyes take in every naked inch of him.
Sweet Jesus.
Renzo is pure muscle and blessed in ways no man should be blessed. He has abs for days, and the curve of his hips has my abdomen clenching hard.
“I want you,” I whisper, my heartbeat speeding up and my breaths coming faster from how perfect his body is.
Walking closer, I take the condom from him and sink to my knees. I wrap my hand around his hard cock, loving the velvety feel of his skin. Sucking him into my mouth, I moan while I lubricate his thick hardness before I roll the condom on.
“Christ, woman,” he hisses, hunger tightening his features. “If you do that again, this is over before we can get started.”
