Everything about this girl is disarming. She's so genuine. Honest. It's refreshing.
“I'm expecting you'll share that hot little body of yours with me. You don't have to perform. I like to be in charge in bed.”
Understatement.
“I'll take what I want. If I need something from you, I'll let you know.”
She relaxes, which is a good sign. She wants me to lead. I thought I picked up submissive tendencies from her, and it seems I was right.
“Don’t worry. If you tell me to back off at any point, I will. I come on strong, and I play a little rough, but I know how to treat a lady.”
Her azure eyes search mine as if trying to decipher what I mean byplaying rough. I lean over and brush my lips across hers, wanting to taste her full raspberry lips again.
“I'm also expecting I'll make you scream. In a good way.”
She laughs, a throaty, sensual sound that goes straight to my cock. “Oh really? I guess you don’t lack confidence, do you?”
“Nope.” I deliberately hold her gaze.
Her pupils dilate. “What if I’m one of those women who never orgasms with a partner?”
I rake my gaze down her body again, wondering what kind of assholes she’s dated who couldn’t worship that body well enough to make her come. “Is that the case?”
She swallows and shrugs. Now I’m determined to make her forget every cock-sucker she ever let touch that juicy body of hers.
“Then I’ll figure out how to unlock your secrets.” I gun my Porsche to surge into the gap in traffic, and Lexi gasps, white-knuckling the dashboard.
“You okay, doll?” I glance over. “Does my driving make you nervous?”
She lets out a shaky laugh and eases her hands away from the dash. “Sorry. It’s not your driving. I just get jumpy on the road. This city has some crazy drivers.”
I remember her “between cars” embarrassment and wonder if there’s a story there. I’m about to ask when she changes the subject. “Were you born here?”
“In New Jersey? Or America? Either way, yeah. First generation American.”
“Your parents are from Italy?”
I know what she’s trying to figure out. Whether I’m inLa Cosa Nostra–the mafia. Or maybe she already knows and is curious about it. “Yeah. Sicily.”
“Are they still around?” She darts a glance at me. “I’m sorry—do you mind my asking personal questions?”
I don’t think she’s a plant fishing for information, but you never know. I would sure hate to find that out because she’s far too beautiful to destroy.
“I don’t mind this question. Some I might.” I soften the words with quirked lips. “Both my parents are dead, but I have a ton of extended family.”
She nods.
“As a rule, the Family is off-limits for conversation. For your safety and mine.” I pull into the parking garage for the Four Seasons and find a spot.
“Yeah, okay.” As she bobs her head, a slight tremor runs through her, and I hope I haven’t scared her off.
“Don’t worry, Lex.” I get out and walk around to open her door, but she climbs out before I reach it. “You’re safe. If we strike an arrangement, my business won’t ever concern you. That’s the point of keeping it off-limits.Capisce?”
She nods. I cradle her nape and draw her face up to mine for another kiss. She softens into me, her lips supple and receptive, her body melting into mine.
Taking her hand, I lead her to the lobby and ask for a luxury suite. The clerk gives me the keycard and directs us to the elevator. As soon as the door closes, I nudge her back against the wall, nuzzling and nipping at her neck.
“Still nervous?”