Allegra blows out a slow breath. “That’s messed up.”
“Yes. It is.”
And if she still wants to leave, now is the time for her to do it: while I’m weakened and injured, trussed up in a sling, less ready to give chase. I couldn’t even blame her, but Allegra makes no attempt to leave the bed. Instead she reaches between us, scratching her thumbnail against my bare nipple.
I hiss, hips bucking. The muscles on my torso go rigid, and my heart pounds faster. “Jesus. A single touch from you, Allegra, and I lose my fucking mind.”
Her smile is catlike. “Good.”
Our first kiss was a long, drawn out torment—an exercise in tortured restraint, swaying together in the light of the Christmas tree. We gave in just the tiniest bit, allowed ourselves the smallest taste of bliss.
Thiskiss is not about holding back. If that first time was a nibble, this is a feast. It’s savage and hungry, all rough hands and the clack of teeth, as we devour each other in the silence.
The bed creaks. We’re swapping breaths; nipping lips. Stifling groans against each other’s mouths, and I’m so hard I can’t see straight.
Mine.
I nearly lost her. Nearly chased her away by dancing to her brother’s tune.
Never again. I’ll always be loyal to the De Rossis, but I’m Allegra’s man now, down to the pit of my soul.
More than anything, I want to flip us over and cover her body with mine; to grind down against her and part her soft thighs. But this goddamn sling keeps me in check, and when Allegra wriggles forward, lining herself up with the hard shaft under my clothes, I screw my eyes shut and breathe out hard.
“Glasses on or off?” She’s pinching the frames, hips rolling over my lap, watching me with wry satisfaction.
“On.” I want to see her this time. Want to watch her lips part and her cheeks flush.
Allegra hums and leaves the frames perched on my nose, then strokes her palms down my heaving chest. “Agreed. I always liked your professor vibe.”
The mattress creaks and teeters when she stands high above me on the bed, rolling down her leggings and panties and kicking off the tangle of her shoes and clothes in one go. They thump against the rug, and when she settles over my lap once again, sweatshirt pooling around her, there’s only a single layer of fabric between us.
Fuck, I canfeelher. The damp heat sears through my pants.
“If it hurts, tell me and we’ll stop,” Allegra says, pulling my waistband down.
I shift to help her free my rigid cock, my shoulder burning. “That’s my line. Wait—” I catch her wrist as she lines us up, rising over where I’m leaned against the headboard. “I need to get you ready first.”
Because there is no way on this earth that I’m going to push in there without preparation; without making sure that my girl is slick and ready, her body aching with the need to be filled. I want her addicted to me, damn it. I want her to wake me up in the middle of the night because she can’t wait until morning, slinging her leg over my hips.
Can’t do that by barging in unprepared.
“I’m sure it will be…oh.” Allegra’s head tips back, eyelashes fluttering. She bites down on her lip as I stroke through her folds. Truthfully, she’s already slick and warm, her body rolling eagerly against my palm, and as I press two fingers inside her, they slide in easily. Pumping in and out, I watch my fingers glisten in the lamplight.
A slender hand wraps around my cock.
I curse and circle her clit.
Everything with this woman is a competition. She’s fierce and demanding; a force of nature. A lightning storm in human form. So I shouldn’t be surprised that as I coax her body higher and higher, she twists her hand around my shaft; I shouldn’t be shocked by the defiant spark in her eye.
Across the room, the door swings open, Santo already mid-sentence as he strides inside. The mob boss breaks off, cursing viciously, and as he leaves, he slams the door hard enough to shake the paintings on the walls.
“I told him he’d learn to knock,” Allegra murmurs, completely unfazed as she rocks against my hand. I’ve gone rigid on the bed, a slideshow of possible gruesome deaths flashing before my eyes, but the teasing circle of her thumb over my cock-head brings me back.
“You’re worth it,” I tell her raggedly, drawing out my fingers and lining us up once again. “Whatever torture he dreams up for me, this was worth it.”
“That’s the spirit.”
Allegra sinks down on me with a relieved sigh.