Shaking my head, he looked surprised, before a huge grin spread across his face. “Well, then you’re in for a treat.” He rolled something up in a flatbread shape and then brought it up to my lips. “Here, try this.”
I held his eyes as I took a bite, the flavor exploding across my tongue, and I moaned. “Mm, that’s so good.” He smiled, giving me another bite. We spent the next ten minutes with Atticus feeding me bites of his favorite things and telling me the first time he’d tried Indian food.
“When I was in school, one of my classmates invited me back to their restaurant. I didn’t often do things with my peers as you can imagine, but I happened to think his sister was cute, so I hoped to get an in with him,” he said, chuckling. “Well, to my surprise, I discovered I loved Indian food, the girl, not so much.” He smiled, taking a bite of Chana Chaat, my new favorite, and I found I liked the carefree Atticus a lot with his bent knee and jean-clad legs.
“I’ve never really tried too many things. It wasn’t considered appropriate, so thank you for introducing me to something new.”
Atticus leaned forward, capturing my chin in his hand, holding my focus to him. “You have no idea the things you’ve brought into my life, Bellezza. It was the least I could do.” He leaned forward, the taste of the curry on his lips adding to the kiss. Just as before, he stopped before it could go deeper, letting my chin go.
“Are you ready for the movie?” I nodded, my body still buzzing from the kiss he’d given me, words not forming in my head. Some of his mysterious magic happened, and the lights dimmed, the movie starting on the screen below. The railing in front of us lowered, giving us an unhindered view.
“Whoa, that’s fancy.” Atticus chuckled, pulling me back into his arms. Leaning against his chest, I sighed, enjoying the feel of him. When the opening credits began to roll, I turned, a shocked look on my face, slapping his chest playfully.
“I’m not even mad you think I shamed you on this one. You needed to be. So, if it brought us to watching it, then I’m okay with that.”
He rolled his eyes but didn’t deny the fact he’d missed out on a classic movie. It was quickly becoming one of the best dates of my life, watching The Princess Bride on a private balcony, surrounded by a luxurious picnic. I even quoted the movie as it played, and Atticus didn’t get annoyed, only laughing at my enthusiasm.
Looking over as Wesley rolled down the hill as he said, “As you wish,” I found him watching me.
“Are you even watching it?” I teased. He smoothed my hair, his fingers lingering there as he ran them through the strands. “I’ll be honest, I watched it after you told me about it, hoping it would give me some clue into you. And I knew if I ever did watch it with you, I’d be more focused on you and not the movie.”
“That’s,” I shook my head, not even knowing how to take it. Blinking up at him, my breath caught, and I leaned up, kissing him this time. Atticus didn’t pull away, and I found myself straddling the very thighs I’d been drooling over in jeans all night.
He shoved off my blazer, my silk chemise exposing my shoulders to the air, and I gasped. Following his lead, I pushed his blazer off and even went as far as to lift his sweater over his head as well, leaving him in only a tight undershirt. Smoothing my hands up his chest, I rocked into him, all thoughts leaving me.
Atticus brushed his thumbs over my nipples, and they pebbled under his touch. His warm palms met my stomach as he pushed the silk off. Breathing heavily, I lifted my arms, discarding the garment to the floor. He stared, swallowing as he took in my breasts in the white lace bra I’d worn. Atticus bent his head, taking the peak between his lips, and I moaned, rocking forward more. I needed to feel his skin, so I pulled the shirt from the back as I tried to find a way to get it over his head and not have him leave my breast.
In the end, he pulled back, smirking at me as he pulled his shirt off the rest of the way. When it was clear, he full-on smiled at me, and I forgot my name for a few seconds as I ran my hands over the muscles on display. He wasn’t as built as Sax or Wells, nor was he as tattooed as Nicco, but Atticus was yummy on a whole other level.
I unhooked my bra, dropping it to the floor, and I watched as the powerful mafia boss gaped, losing himself for a second as he swallowed. He reverently reached his hand up, rubbing his thumb over my nipple, causing my head to fall back, and I rocked. It was all it took to break any restraint he’d had. Atticus surged up, surprising me as I wrapped my legs and arms around him.
“Sorry, but I’ve had a fantasy playing out in my head for weeks, and I need it to happen now.”
The thought of Atticus imagining fucking me a certain way had me moaning as wetness flooded me below. The throbbing was intense, and I needed some relief soon. Atticus dropped me to my feet, spinning me around to face out into the theater. We were at the edge of the platform, and for a second, my breath caught. Thankfully, Atticus hit something on the wall, and the railing raised again, making my fear dissolve.
Atticus came up behind me, his hands traveling over my body as he groped my breasts, his thumbs unable to resist touching the hardened buds. “Now, place your hands on the railing, and try not to move.”
Doing as he said, I sucked in a breath when I felt his hand come around to the front, lowering my zipper. Slowly, he dragged it down, brushing his fingers over my pubic area in the process. Sucking in a breath, I was about to cry out when his fingers returned, pushing into me, the fabric of my panties not hindering him. Curling my hands around the rail, I pushed my butt back, wanting more. His dark chuckle made my legs shake, but thankfully he obliged, and his fingers retreated, pulling my jeans and panties down in one jerk.
Atticus knelt down, lifting my feet to step out of them before his tongue met my clit from behind. He licked from front to back, the evidence of my arousal apparent as I soaked his tongue. I was about out of my mind with need, a pained groan leaving me at all the teasing with no real relief.
He pulled me up, and my hands left the rail as my body became parallel with his. I could feel his naked skin against my backside now, the hard cock I’d been rocking up against rubbing between my butt cheeks. His hand came to my throat as he tilted my head back to him.
“I want you so bad, Lore. I don’t think I’ll be able to do anything else until I feel you around me, but I won’t take it. Tell me, have I shown you enough to earn this?” I knew he meant what he said to be sweet, but something about it felt off to me. Turning, I took his face between my hands, staring into his eyes.
“I’m sorry if I’ve made you feel like you weren’t enough. That wasn’t my intention. I’ve been hurt by people who made me feel that way, and I wouldn’t want to make someone else feel that. But to answer your question, you’ve shown me that you respect me, that you care for me, and that you aren’t going to take our relationship for granted, and that’s what I needed without knowing how to say it or ask for it. I want you, Atticus. So, please, make me yours.”
“Oh, Bellezza, we’re both fools. I’ve been yours since that night at Illusion.” His lips slammed into mine, and he lifted me up. I thought he would sit me down on the railing, and some panic entered me, but when he went around to the chaise lounge, laying me down on it, I relaxed.
“I thought your fantasy—”
He shook his head, placing a finger over my lips. “This is better than any fantasy.”
I didn’t get a chance to respond as he pushed in, filling me. My head rolled back at the sensation, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, wanting to keep him there. He chuckled, pulling my chin to look at him.
“This isn’t going to be gentle, Bellezza. I desperately need you.” He groaned, almost in pain at having to restrain himself, and I noticed the fear that I wouldn’t be okay with whatever he needed on his face.
“I trust you.”